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Xoaquín Oznian Mar 2020
["Lucky Lucky (Original Mix)" by Jake-Tech & Paul HG is playing in the background.]

"You're a blessing."
"You're bad luck."
"You're hard not to love."
"You deserve a raise."
"You're a young god."
"Hey future Grammy winner."
"You're so ******* sweet."
"You smell good."
"He smells good as ****."
"I wish I would have aborted you."
"Won't you leave my house on this beautiful Sunday?"
"You're nothing special."
"We'd be the talk of the club."
"We can be friends."
"Are you interested in being friends?"
"You look so handsome."
"I love your outfit. It looks amazing."
"I want your jacket bro. Where can I get it?"
"My main man."
"Employee of the month right there."
"I love you bro."
"I hate you."
"I thought you were gay when I first met you."
"You're such a kind person and you have a good spirit."
"You deserve all the happiness that comes your way."
"Give it up you ****."
"I had a lot of fun with you."

1,000 words. 1,000 smiles. 1,000 tears. 1,000 wounds. 1,000 scars.

So much joy. So much pain. So deep. So uplifting.

I greatly enjoy the compliments. I love the attention.

I love it so much. It's like a rush.

I love it when people notice me.

It's like an addiction that I never want to get rid of.

What can I do but welcome it all?

After all I can just bottle it up and stuff it down my throat, right?

I can ignore and demolish the negative.

I can smile and invite the positive, right?

After all, I got all of these cam models, strippers and escorts to provide me with ****** companionship and limitless intimacy.

And as long as I got these cam models, strippers and escorts to provide me with said ****** companionship and limitless intimacy

I'll be alright.
Zywa Mar 2020
So I fell asleep,

there is no doubt about it –


because I wake up.
"Oostende" ("Ostend", 2020, K. Schippers)

Collection "Here &Now&"
Zywa Mar 2020
Speaking in public

is just being personal –


to many people.
“Niets is gelogen” (“Nothing is a lie”, 2019, Sacha Bronwasser)

Collection "Look at me"
Zywa Mar 2020
It's nice that you think of me
but fantasy would be too much
I am mine, not yours

when I am alone at home
at the table or in bed, longing
for company or attention

or not, I just eat and sleep
in the creases of the night
ignorant whether the moon is shining

In the morning, I awake
the birds arouse my nerves
and sometimes it rains

I have to *** and urgently
be busy, do not think that
you should brush your teeth

to kiss me and melt
me in your warmth
I'm not that lonely
For Maria Godschalk

Collection “Bruises"
Ashlyn Yoshida Mar 2020
By playing hatred for attention
       the ones who need it are ignored.
Drip
           Drip
                        Drip
                         Shaking, fidgeting
                                          tape around cotton *****
                red seeping through my shirt sleeve
                    They're going to see what I did
What I've become
What I always was inside.
It's no one's fault but my own
.     .     .
But they don't give a ****.
Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
i should have
listened
to what
the professor
was saying

i should have
watched
what he
was showing us

but instead

i listened to you
to the little rhythm
you played
on the drums

and i watched
the way
your hands
danced
over them
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Acina Joy Feb 2020
In the course of the world's creation,
I've seen you somewhere, or everywhere, all at once.  

You mapped the stars by my side, when I didn't know where they were or what they were named.

You told me about fascinating little things that walked and lived, and breathed, with such enthusiasm, I began to learn that they existed with such amazement.

You formed nonsense of words, so ridiculous, you  made me question the peak of human intelligence.

You showed me gestures so small, or words that required no enunciation, I learned how silence spoke louder than our words.

You taught me so much, that eventually, I knew the feeling inside of me that grew in my chest, I no longer needed your assistance to name such.

Somewhere, everywhere, all at once, you were in the course of the world's creation.

The moment I took notice, the world stopped revolving.

And in that moment, it was just you and I.
Mrs Anybody Feb 2020
your green eyes
were fixed
on the screen

and you
were listening
to your favorite songs


my brown eyes
tried to
catch yours

and i were
listening absently
to my friends
and the song
that reminds me
of you
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