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Grace Pickard Mar 2014
This is a poem for my little sister,
Sunday
Who carries emotional battle wounds
From a mother who left her for heroine.
Who hoards food because she's
Afraid
Bullied for being overweight
Light hearted and Jolly
Just to be judged by me
Rejected
By the time I understood I was
Too late
"You're really going to wea- let's go out!"
You needed love
But even I hadnt fully accepted you
Your baby blue eyes pooling became MY
Priority
I can't fix your mom abandoning you
Nor can I make up for the years you didn't know our father
I'll never be able to take back the cruel things I said
That weakened your knees and killed your temporary happiness
I should've been a good role model
But I hated that you became dad's little girl too
I was selfish and blind
Time is not reversible
But each day forward is an opportunity to make your life happier
I love you-
Words you should hear everyday
A twelve year old who never fails to inspire me
My Sunshine
The Good Pussy Oct 2014
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                     nit ***** Piece T
                      ool Thing Shaft
                      Member Doink
                      er ***** Cack C
                      hour Chub Pud
                      ******* Wanki
                      W a n g    D ing
                      a ling Ding Don
                      g Kielbasa Brat
                      worst Meat Pop
                      sicle Meat ther
                      mometer Bolog
                      ny pony Salami
                      Sausage   Tube
                      steak ****** P
                      orkSword Nood
                      le Banana Corn
                      dog Magic wan
                      d Staff Divine R
                      od Love muscle
                      Third leg Tonsi
                      l  tickler  Power
                   ­   drill Jack hamm
                      er Wedding tac
                      kle Bat Club Rod
                      Pole Joystick Ja
                      ck-in-the-box S
                      kin flute D-trai
                      n Mr . Happy B
                      a ld - headed yo
                      gurt slinger Lon
                      g **** Silver Ji
                      my Johnson Kn
                      ob Captain Win
                      ky One eyed W
                      illy One eyed M
                      onster Peter On
                      e  eyed   trouser
                      snake The  Sala
                      mander   Horse
                      **** Lincoln lo
                      g Tootsie Roll F
                      Lesh trombone
                      Meat stick Meat
                      whistle  Dobber
                      ­Wanger Woody
                      Shake weight T
                      iffy   Frank and
                      the beans Ch o
                      a d    t h e  *****
                      wise man *****
                      Harry nut cann
                      on  Flesh   flute
                      Satan's clarinet
         Sexophone Th      e Mayflower (  on
     account of all the   Puritans who came
      on it ) The Wea         p o n   of   A s s
         destruction               junk mail
maybe marc Jan 2019
om
ya chao culiaa
para la wea
que no había naa
dejate de ser la desesperaa
que mimos mañas mañanas
pasan,
deja las vueltas las volaas
las mentiras la wea que te da
de atrapaa
lo típico.
asi que ahora borraa
quiero estar drogaa
abrasada ja
en brazos brasas
no te quiero naa
pero igual me teni pegaa
ya basta ah
perra sumisa confundida
no sé que decir más
solo se que ya no da
pa repetir la forma en la que va
voy vengo y no me fuí
mas encima de te crei
tan gigante en tu entrega
pero eri un orgasmo barato
un mal rato
un rico recuerdo
de cabra chica la navida
se acabaron las que no soy
lo que vendí
me gaste así
de nuevo ni me corrí
(en lugar, de, en)
te creiste mas de lo que conocí
no me wevi
salte de ahí
ya no estai invitado
no me digai que me queri
sabemos que es así
pero en error me repetí
te herí
me pasé
pero pendejo
eri.
Mohd Arshad Jun 2017
wea
Weather in the family
Changes with each deed of its members
maybe marc Apr 2020
haven't been, much.
it's been more of an avoidance of,
part of the
never ending
search of the visceral.
a pause
within another,
as if time slowed down
as it passed you by.
(you won't ever catch up)
maybe marc May 2020
un paniquito?
mejor me bajo,
embotello
esta turbulencia
me veo las mil imágenes
hasta cansar los ojos.
quizás me quedo sola
con tal de sin fecto
suafecto
me lo fumo todo
hasta quemarnos sin porros
ya no queda compartir
colorear quizás
más pegada no puedo estar
pero ahora,
he manifestado un hoyo *****.
me recompensó
con más tiempo desechable.
si se nos acaba todo,
entre los dientes
me rechinara un saber que sabe a frustración
maybe marc May 2020
hey void did you know i'm falling down your pit
so full of itties.
this day is longer than your ****,
this music stickier than that laying on your chest. louder
than your moan anything.
you ever get turned on by turning it all the way up?
cause i used to think louder was louder but now i
know it isn't if i look deep into your abyss and you don't drag me willingly into you. the correct way to use this power i hold,
would be
Olga Valerevna Jun 2016
There's no one who can hear me when I try to let it out
A gloomy apparition has been dancing in my mouth
These lips could not keep up with all the words I had to say
So I began evading every chance I had to stay
Consider me a coffin or a place akin to life
We die together slowly as we lie to make it right
The world's another circle 'round the rings we cannot draw
And I will disappear inside the meaning of it all
Address another person but remember who you are
For if you weave a web you may create another scar
The spiders in my head have told me everything they know
But seven miles away there is another place to go
what's moving in your bloodstream?
Brenda Nalugo Oct 2018
Sitting in corner of a crowded room,
       My eyes searching
Feeling so alone,living with anxiety
Is it a fear to know or to be known??

My eyes begin to water
My heart-it aches
Its been 8weeks and 3days yet still
    I feel like a stranger
Here in a crowd wea I sit daily,
I feel colder and so alone.

Am losing my mind
Am so stressed, I can't even fake a smile
I have built my wall so high
And now it gets thicker
Not that am a loner
Am just so alone
Here in a crowd of familiar faces
I feel so alone
Morgan Cross Mar 2017
Ring Ring
“The phone is screaming at me.”
Stop!
“Don’t pick up the phone.”
Ignore it.
The call isn’t for you.
You don’t deserve it.
They call you to rip you apart.”
Wea
They think you're weak.
Prove them wrong be strong
“Stay strong.”
“You have so many people cheering for you.”
Important.
“You are important.”
I promise.
“Don’t let them in your head.“
“I know it’s too late.”
“They have already made a home in your mind.”
They rip you to shreds.
Let me in.
Ring Ring.
“Its me calling I'm here for you”
have always been here.
“Don’t leave.”
“They aren’t worth your pain and sorrow.”
You mean so much
“Stay strong.
Keep moving.
You are worth it.“
Ring Ring
“It’s you.”                
At three in the morning.    
“I am here”
I still am.
“Don’t leave me..ever.
Promise.”
“Yeah...promise.”
Silence.
My phone doesn’t ring anymore.
You don’t call me.
I am still trying to be strong.
I am important.
I will still be here
For both of us.
I still smile for us.
I don’t let them get to me.
They were evicted from my head.
The demons still visit but they no longer stay.
I understand now
I Know why you left.
You were the strongest.
YOU WERE THERE FOR ME NOT I FOR YOU!
I still miss you.
I want to call you again
I want to be the one at 3 in the morning
I WANT YOU BACK!
I’m sorry i wasn’t there as much as i should of been.
Why can’t I call you?
I stay strong for you,
You know that right?
You were my best friend.
I was there..
Ring Ring
“The number you have dialed has been changed, disconnected, or is no longer in service. please try again later…”
I am a 17 year old creative writing student. This is one of my poems I submitted to my amazing teacher.

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