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Zoe Grace Jun 2019
Homework looks at me
I really do not want to
... **** it. Tomorrow.
I just really hate Trigonometry and i won't ever use it in life. That is all.
Ashera Masamune May 2019
Sometimes I don't know what to do.
Should I wait or call for you?

Wait here in an endless tears,
fear of losing you all these years.

Or call out your name and say it now,
the feelings I've held by my broken vow.
Ashera Masamune
Colm May 2019
Are thoughts all the happier
When they think they're thought?
Or tucked away in a book pressed flat
And stored away for another day?
I think not
At least speaking for myself and for my own thoughts
They are quite demanding, unfolding
And unwilling to thought of as naught
Mhm
Sleep Apr 2019
i'm a southern boy

with a southern mind

southern lips

southern eyes

i'm a southern man

he who buys

southern hips

with southern lies



down south heat

baked bone lives

downtown crooks

with softer knives

the hippest kids

some Memphis folk

hot fried eggs

bowls and tokes



on down yonder

up o'er dere

cast-iron fingers

rusted hair



it rocks my pocket

and shakes my knee

t'see cat on the corner

and a dog in the street

but that's hard cash

and a filthy life

here in *****

here in strife



twangy me

twangy wimp

simple *******

you're a lil' limp

lame in the legs

fast in mind

lazy *******

you'll get left behind

you're no devil

but you're no saint

quit making silly songs

****, too late
Kudos to whoever knows what blues song covered by a famous & very influential UK band back in the day I'm dovetailing this off of. hint: same title as this poem, but different at the same time
anna Apr 2019
I saw her in a café, through slightly fogged glasses from the steam of tea
between my fingers,
sipping streams without really tasting.

she stood there with dark hair
just above her shoulders, which
fell in waterfalls along both sides
of her cheeks,

and the mumble of her dark green eyes
differ from the specks of gilt around her pupils,

as I neglect the check
from smitten carelessness
Eleanor Sinclair Apr 2019
<3
My heart can’t take another moment
The beats are slowing
It has exploded
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