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eleanør Jul 15
Monday nights I am alone
I sit in my ridiculous green chair
rewatch my comfort shows
avoiding words I can't say
and read sappy words that make me cry

lines about what
could have
would have
should have been

salt ******* eyes
instead of glasses
laughs captured in sobs
dragons ripping my heart to shreds
goblins looting emotions hidden

stories written by kindred
spirits
ghosts I could
be

Monday nights I am alone
you are happy
with friends
ruling magical worlds of your creation
sometimes I want to be included but Mondays are for mourning what could have been
Mariah Jun 3
Hopeless on a Monday
Strange comfort in its despair-
in consistency
Felt lost today.
neth jones Jun 2022
the clown of all creation
      mentors the room
anything goes
      in this 'pie in the face' meeting
somehow
      more productive than usual guff
Dave Robertson Jan 2022
If you had diarrhoea
got caught short, took a ****
in that drawer where you keep all your cables
and bits tangled vociferously
then later discovered you needed
a spare micro usb,
so you had no choice
but to roll up your sleeves,
that would be this Monday
Mrs Timetable Jan 2020
I propose we call Tuesday
What it really is
Being only two days in
It only exists for tacos
Very little humor
I now pronounce you
Monday Jr.
Cheesy Lunch thoughts.
Iman Jan 2020
The feel of your body on mine,
Your body pressed up against me,
Those lips teasing and torturing me,
Hands pleasuring, clouded mind.

He knows the right words,
His hands the right places,
The book of strong desires,
We believed in lust, lust in all pages.

It wasn't you I loved, admired or adored,
But your hands, lips, body and more,
You pleased my body, you made it yours,
When I screamed his name, you wished it was yours.

Thinking the way to this heart was through my sacred core,
Knowing what you wanted I gave you less, you wanted more,
Pushing me to my ******, till the state of pure Bliss,
Now and again, in the act of raw ***.

I don't love you, I won't die in your name,
I don't have sleepless nights where you're all I think about,
I never felt consumed by you not will I ever,
All you meant to me, was a means to quench my desire.

How you bruised my lips,
Pulling them between your teeth,
How yours lips captured every breathe that escape mine,
As I moan and whine for release.

Will forever be imprinted in my mind,
As a reminder to stay away,
From creatures like yourself,
That need me, but won't stay.
Derrick Jones Jul 2019
Contorted and turned
My mind is a soft pretzel
Seeking inertia
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Thanks for reading!
Jaluna Rolik Feb 2019
Maybe not
Our favorite, but
Nonetheless a
Day to remember
And a day for
You to shine.
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