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Sara Kellie Mar 2019
Can't sleep for thinkin'
Can't wake for drinkin'
this place that I live in
to expensive to be in.

I tried just a taste
but that wasn't enough.
If I don't stop it now
I'll be back livin' rough.

Over populated streets at night.
For a doorway to sleep in
I'll have to fight and
hide under a blanket
until it gets light.

and repeat verse 3

Kaydee.
Addiction
newpoetica Mar 2019
what i long for are those lips,
to take long, slow, and passionate sips.
to caress your rough, worn face.
as you play around with lace,
both our legs intertwine under the covers,
as you and i mold into one another as lovers
I see you happy.
Flowers smile at the sight of a woman and her child.
God is proud of his world, as the angels smile.
I brace my chest and growl the pain away.

I see you eager.
Infecting others with a desire to please.
Breeze, the love you spread fills minds with ease.
I ball up my fists and dig my own nails into my hands.

I see you care.
The smile you give, the hand you extend. I could never repay such kindness again.
Forever I am lost, lost and in love. With a taken woman.
My scowl answers your extended hand.

I see you go.
And I tear every memory of you from my heart, and write it into a poem.
rough
zach graham Feb 2019
Have you ever been falsely accused ?
              Well ive been
Ive been falsely accused so amused
By my last ex
the last text she sent
Was “all you  ever wanted was ***”
We are human beings thats just
Something that we can expect
See i should of known better
We went through bad times and
Good weather
i should've responded back
To her and  said “never”
i wish i was Betta. but i wasn’t in that right state
Of mind i tried to give all of my Pick up
Lines but they all DIED
So i cried, so i cried   yeah i might’ve lied once
Or twice but maybe what i needed was
A Man to Man advice thats right
Im Kingzachg of HeartBreaks
We just two different couples
Trying to make out of the same  struggle
But its hard for me to juggle
I remember we used to splash on puddles
Blowing out bubbles, staying out of trouble
And cuddle on a day to day basis
Im just trying to keep my homeostasis
But it doesn’t seem  like she can face it
Im not trying to Chase ****
That's real talk  she Falsely accused
Me of being a cheater
I'm No Chris Brown im No woman beater
Im just trying to treat her
Like no other *****
Did
Shout out to all the ******
That did u *****,
may you find a real *****
Who’s actually sturdy.
I dont think you guys get it
I ******* cheated on a girl
I used to call mine
She was all on the phone
With her friends
Throwing all these differents SiGNs
Im drinking so much hennessy
This ***** getting out of line
Im like the rattlesnake
Stone Cold steve Austin  
Cause that's the bottom line.
Im more like Romeo  
Your more like Juliet
Im a montague
Your just  a  freaking capulet
Were just two genders of different ***
Cause That's my intellect
I expected love to be the same
But she left me for another lame
Im not the type of ***** thats good for playing games
Dont you ever forget the name Kingzachg
The Heart Break Kid is comming out in two weeks
Yes indeed, best believe there’s no I in team
Im doing this for my family best believe sheesh!!!!
this is just some sh^t i was going through had to spill out my emotions on this poem.i did made another poem called falsely accused 2 that leads up of me battling my ex and her boyfriend. you can probably guess if there's going be a third one and yes thats comming in the future and that just basically  just saying where  my mind is at
c Feb 2019
I
am the crumpled up
rough draft girl
in the wastepaper basket
corner of my mind

she is the file
I deleted
after too many red lines
changed her meaning

this is not my final draft
I will throw myself away
again soon
Michael Lopez Jr Feb 2019
Hey bro,
Hey,
I’m having a party later wanna come by,
I really shouldn’t,
C’mon it’ll be fun I’ll pick you up at 8.

What do I wear I ask,
I never get invited to parties,
I get ****** drawn on my yearbook,
And I always get picked last for sports.

Hey mom I’m going to a party,
Oh the normal,
Just a study group get together,
My words light as a feather.

The clock strikes 8,
You pick me up,
Right hand on your steering wheel,
Left hand flicking a cigarette out of your window,
The scent of your cologne,
Smells like home,
But the way you look at me,
Home is where I should’ve stayed.

Do you drink,
Like alcohol?

Yes like alcohol,
No not really,
Aw c’mon man you’re coming to your first party,
I really shouldn’t,
Don’t be a *****,
I laugh and shrug,
I knew I should’ve stayed home.


We arrive at your house,
I imagine this is what being famous feels like,
All eyes on you as you step out of the car,
Probably without the empty looks and questions,
Why is he here,
They probably felt bad for him,
Look at him,
Disgusting.

The house was huge,
Owned by a business man,
Rich decor,
Only child,
What a lonely life.

Let me grab you a drink,
No it’s okay I’m really fine,
I bring you to my house and you want to disrespect me?

I guess I’ll have a drink,
That’s my boy,
With a wink and a turn,
You disappear in the crowd.

I sit on your couch in silence,
Bodies swarming by,
Conversations about *** linger in the distance,
I guess everyone knows something about someone,
Even if that person of subject knew nothing about it.

***** this,
***** that,
***** there,
And the best,
I guess **** are allowed here.

You return with the drinks,
Mine fizzy,
Your’s smooth,
Cheers he said,
Clink,
Now drink your drink.

Consciousness came in and out at this point,
My cellphone gone,
I can’t call anyone,
I need my mom.

One moment I’m in the living room,
On the couch,
On the stairs,
In a room,
On a bed.

I can’t speak,
My hands numb,
I’m cold,
My clothes are on the floor.

One pair of hands,
Then two,
Then three,
I lost count after the blindfold,
My screams cut short by loud music and rags.

I wake up,
My head hurts,
Bruises all over my body,
I’m in my bed.


My mother comes in scolding me,
Telling me how he brought me home,
That he told me not to drink so much,
That I fell down the stairs,
This is where the end of my life started,
With a “Hey bro”,
A drink,
A clink,
And a suicide.
He offered up his son and daughter in alphabetical order as offerings to the alter he built on the Rock of Gibraltar.
Oh the alchemical horrors,
In the charter of King Author's Magna Carta...
© 3 months ago, King Author
for so long, i have been watering my own petals
aiding in my own growth
soaking my roots with positivity and love
growing to my fullest potential

and then you came along
and i thought you would continue to help me grow
but you put me into a drought
leaving me thirsty and gasping for air

now because of you
my petals are wilting away
from your harsh abandonment and apathy
and my soul will now rot
because of this terrible lonely drought
hindering my growth
and leaving me utterly and completely helpless and alone
how can i grow when you are pulling me back
Sudeshna D Feb 2019
My thoughts race
So does the heart,
Happens so often
It feels default.

My fingers fail me,
I cannot type.
My hand shivers,
Can’t hold the pen right.

I feel ants crawling
At the back of my head.
I know there are none
But can’t help be afraid.

I try taking a deep breath,
Always end up in a cough.
Paranoia is ingrained,
It can’t get enough.
Makayla Jordan Jan 2019
oh buddy!
life is rough...
times are tuff!
it all will get better soon?
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