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UntitledOh baby, drive me wild.
Thrill me, kill me with desire
Take me on that crazy ride
That scares the fearless
And breaks the stubborn
Baby, let me need you
In a way I've never needed
Baby, make me addicted to you
Like my brand of heroin
You are my missing puzzle piece
The one that completes my heart
So baby don't jump off the ride
Don't leave me stranded
On this isle of desire
If you leave me
I am crushed
Who else will douse my fire?
So baby don't leave me all alone
To fight through the tides
And to try and survive
Without you right here,
Where you're supposed to be
Right here next to me
To all the playful arguments we have
To the smart people talks
To the epic jokes
And the majestic stories
These calls make my life worth living
All we need is to seal the bond
My answer will be yes
You know me better than I know myself
I Miss YouSeeing your name on my phone
Still sends shivers down my spine
And puts a smile on my face
Is it wrong to miss you,
When I'm the one who said goodbye?
Gone For GoodShards of glass
Litter the ground
Broken beyond repair
Like the pieces of my heart
My hands drip with warm blood
as I try to save his life
Stop the bleeding, keep the heart beating
If I can fix him, I'll be fixed
He's my one and only
I can't live without him
But he can't live
With this bullet in his gut
"Stay with me!" I scream
As I grasp his hand
"Don't leave me..." I whisper
As I kiss his cheek
Blood pools around us
As the door is kicked in
I'm dragged away screaming
For them not to hurt him more
"I'm the one you want!" I lie
As they pull me away
I know I can't save him,
But I can go out with him
His killers must be pushed
To the edge, ready to kill
I lash out and scream
Hateful words, wanting to die
The just smile at me
As they fill my love with bullets
They empty his body of life
All while crushing my heart
I cry and scream
Unable to hold on
As they take their leave
They drop their guns and smile
I crawl, shaking to where he lay
I press my lips on his once more
I reach for a gun an
No OneBlankets thrown over you
Curled up into a ball
Pain rips through you
Breaking you into a thousand pieces
"Make it stop ."
You whisper into the dark
No one to hear
No one to help
That's what all this is.
All you're saying.
All you're doing.
I can't stand it.
I want to punch you.
I want to hurt you.
I would say I'm sorry
But I'm not.
I'm not a whore.
I don't want to go
From first kiss on Christmas
To knocked up in a span of 3 months.
You can't make out without wanting more?
You can't touch me without craving even more?
Suck it up.
Begging gets you nowhere.
Ignoring me gets you farther.
What happened to going at my pace?
My pace isn't this fast.
Fuck, my pace isn't anywhere near this
My pace has clothes firmly on
Maybe lifted up, but ON
Honestly, this all just
I'm DoneMy few happy thoughts cannot stay
The darkness edges in, blocking the light
All my doubts and insecurities return
I like you more than I should
You don't want an emotional connection
At least, until a physical one is present
We are complete opposites
Long distance would never work
You have no idea how sorry I am, but
Believe me when I say it's me, not you
For once it's the truth, I pinky promise
I just can't deal with it anymore
I'm done and
I'm so sorry.
Houston, We Have A ProblemShe likes you
I like you
Houston, we have a problem
Girl Code dictates I lay off
But there is one small problem
Well, more like several small problems
That combines to one HUGE problem
Your smile, your laugh
The way you guide me while we dance
The honesty in your face
When you said my family was great
Even after a night of torment
Oh, I almost forgot
Your knowledge of Disney,
Your singing voice,
The fact you want to play the piano with me
Me, the person who has never learned
Your personality is arresting
And I just can't help liking you
I don't know if you like me too
But I know if you do
Nothing will come of it
Because she liked you first,
And I refuse to start drama
So I'm sorry .
Dearest Ass BoyDearest Ass Boy,
Or shall I call you Kevin?
I'm going to be honest,
Your ass is very attractive
As you play pool,
Bending down right in front of me
Your arms are also very nice
So long, and muscled
When I saw you last night
My first thought was
My second was that you noticed me too
Especially since you were laughing
At the fact that my wheelchair bound friend
Had to scratch my back
Even though I'm perfectly healthy
I know you noticed me when we locked eyes
And we both looked away blushing
Ass Boy, I have one question for you
Do you want to play pool,
Or do you want to play pool?
Make it stopHow do I do it?
How do I suck it up and say it?
I like you.
You've arrested my thoughts
You've taken over my dreams.
Everything I read reminds me of you
Everything I hear reminds me of you
Make it stop
Please, make it stop
I can't afford to be a lovesick teenager
I can't let myself fall deeper and deeper
Into this dark pool called infatuation
Please stop being my ray of sunshine
You're older, and perfect
You make me want to be good
You make me want to know everything about you
Those endearing little traits, those annoying habits
The past, your friends, your thoughts
I would like to be involved in your future
In your decisions, your career which is coming up so quickly
That's all we have at school together
If you were my age
We would have plenty of time
Please . Just make it stop.
I can't have these feelings.
I have a career to worry about.
I have a life, and my sanity to worry about
So please, refuse to hang out with me
Stop being so adorable
Stop making me want
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
Did I Mention To You MarkiplierDid I mention to you Markiplier,
A man with so much love to share?
He's one of the few in this world
To take the time to show his care.
Did I mention to you my hero
Who helped me to lay down my knife?
He brought to light my joy inside
And reminded me the temporariness of strife.
Did I mention to you my saviour,
Who made me come to love me?
He blesses this world with all his work
In his constant support and charity.
Did I mention to you this humble man,
Who cares for the world deeply so?
He makes you laugh and makes you cry
Through the genuineness he shows.
It's hard to believe that this one man
Could inspire so many to chase their dreams
And prove to all who hear his words
That it may not be as difficult as it seems.
You call us your heros, your shining stars.
Thank you Mark for all you do.
It's people like me who want to prove
That the real hero is you.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
HateHate is a fiery burning passion
That takes control and doesnt ration
The anger that is inside
It makes it difficult to confide
About the tears that are hidden behind my eyes
The ones that are filled with anger, and lies
Hate is an abandoned feeling
That just happens to be so damn appealing
It lures me in
To leave never again
Hate clouds my eyes with blackness
Leaving my life in constant mess
Never to be cleaned
Its a troublesome fiend
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