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Sometimes I think in poetry I wonder if you think of me Do you want a poet on your lips? And I think in poetry Long drawn out soliloquies Recounting every word you’ve ever said I wonder if you think of me at all If you hear me when I speak to you at all I think in poetry, I think of what to say And then I never even say it all Trapped in a bottle, full collected all my thoughts And you are a mason jar Made of tickets, chocolate, whispers, lofts And when I think of you I think in poetry Trickling every sympathy From every romance underdog worn out love story Darling do you think of me When I think of you Late at night when my thoug

The answer to number 10 is D Because its polysyndeton gives me anxiety But woe is me, How can this be? I marked it B. This mistake cannot be undone Irreversible Unerasable Woe -another terrible poem by me

To the boy in math Who threw candy at me because he thought I was fat To the boys I trusted That showed me I wasn’t but an item to be lusted after To the girl who made my life so miserable That going to school was barely livable You were the ones that hurt me the most, the ones that broke me apart To the boy in the 10th grade Who showed me I was meant to be saved To the girl who stuck with me Even after they all left with Kasie To the girl who called me pretty Even after you saw the scars that covered my body You were the ones that loved me, the ones who put me back together again When you walk on the beach and all you see is the sa

Warning: Contents are not as they appear The inside is much bigger than the outside And he has a heart that’s miles wide If you want him to smile, all you have to do Is give him cuddles Or tell dorky jokes Or give him a compliment every once and a while    Warning: Do not poke his sides when he is holding something breakable    He is ticklish, and it will fall out of his hands quicker than you can catch    If you want to gain his love all you have to do    Is give him something you know he’ll love    You don’t even have to buy it Tip: He likes food and music and you call him your bear If you want to earn his love all

Do you think that lighthouses cry a lot? Always illuminating, Always helping, Always selfless. Never thanked, Never celebrated, Never lauded. Do you think that lighthouses cry a lot?

I want to feel the electricity under my skin and the sparks in my eyes, the kinds of sparks that make you want to shed sugary-sweet tears of joy; the intense lightness in my chest, the feathers I used to feel with you, before the warmth was replaced with ice and nausea that was once nonexistent in my world of innocence and rosy smiles, except in thoughts of future days like these. I had joy so strong before the descent, just thoughts of you had me running miles and leaping hurdles in my sleep; but the dreams are gone-- I sleep now to escape, and I'm left only with hunger for the feeling to feel. I want to feel wh

Wake up Give up Start fires Break windows Drink whiskey Share files Murder politicians Tell stories Slash tires Plan insurrections Corrupt children Do drugs Fuck freely Spread misinformation Blast music Blackmail businesses Crash parties Forge documents Start arguments Vandalize churches Slander celebrities Buy local Drive slowly Denounce democracy Renounce yourself Become nothing Be imperative

I have heard that in 7 years every cell in your body is new & isn't it beautiful that it will be a body you have never touched but I know that when your brain cells die fall like ashes through your skull they stay dead & I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses

I couldn't keep up the pace when the accusations leaked into everything, so I retreated inside closed eyes where the darkness showed me the light, while my losses won the war filling the deficit with their valour. Now my shoulders bear the burdens and the scars prove an unswerving loyalty, yet only remembered when I drown my sorrows, feeling tears appear only to fall down and escape the obligation to share in the guilt, of the grand old scheme of things written in the sand with bullets, from a pen onto paper made from heroes.