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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by Hailey on Sat Jun 06, 2015 12:53 pm

    High school-
    what a hoot
    its not your average
    middle school commute.
    after being a shadow
    of a boy who knows the ropes,
    he showed me the way,
    but i still don't have high hopes.
    it was fun and all,
    i made a friend.
    but to me it felt like,
    a long journeys end.
    of so many memories,
    and so many stories,
    middle school,
    my time of glories.
    i met my best friends,
    who i must depart,
    when the boundaries of schools,
    tear us apart.
    and so many others,
    enemy and friend.
    lover and hater,
    all to the end.
    but to cherish our time,
    is what i feel best,
    after the long time away,
    away from the rest.
    im ready for the challenge,
    and all of the new years,
    but im not quite ready
    to say goodbye to my peers.
    as scary as it was,
    i know how it ends,
    to make my resolve ,
    i must make amends.
    its not goodbye yet,
    i hope not to soon
    leaving this place,
    in the early of june.
    all the memories,
    none i regret,
    of this important story,
    ill never forget.

    -Nicholas Jeske

    (Blast from the past much?)
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    Post by Steve on Sat Jun 06, 2015 5:38 pm

    Thank you so much Amanda and Hailey, though mostly Amanda. I don't have the patience to scroll that far back. And by the way, you forgot this one:

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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:00 pm

    George Burdick

    His Fault

    A rickety stair,
    Dusty shelves,
    Or an eye in the hurricane,
    Lost in time,
    Fading faster and faster,

    How we survive is a mystery.
    Imagination, it must be.
    To cry ourselves to sleep,
    Losing control,
    Eye for an eye,
    Rickety stair.
    -Message should be easy to find.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:01 pm

    George Burdick

    Memoir

    How I speak,
    I see to the end,
    The bravery of justice,
    The cowardice of vengeance,
    All our loved ones will be there,
    At our backs,
    Even when they've passed,
    And I am not saying they died,
    But for those that were lost to me,
    Before I helped,
    And I cry and lose sleep,
    Every Night,
    Crying for the passing,
    Those who left us empty shells,
    With guilt a constant companion,
    Guilt for not doing more to save them.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:01 pm

    Mr. Taylor

    BRIDGES

    Life is comprised of tiny lies
    We tell ourselves
    To muddle through
    To muddle by

    Sleep is a solace we sometimes can afford
    Not always easy to achieve
    Not always easy to avoid
    Sometimes inevitable

    Touch is a treasure
    An enchanted moment
    A curative contact that lets us know
    We are not other

    Loss is a void
    An Abyss
    But we are human
    So we build bridges


    (Poem for my canine brother Henry, named after my grandfather Henry Clay Turner)
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:02 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Twilight Playlist-
    About and around
    flowing through my head
    For the sad moments
    For the mad moments
    For the glad consent
    I have
    a list of music
    which means more then sound
    Its an actual art
    the masterpiece of ignorance
    Ignoring
    a previous
    beloved
    tall tale history
    And all
    that is the same
    is a background metaphor
    The voice that sings the song
    demolished, refurbished, damp tuned change
    The brain that composes rhythm
    sullen, sunken, seedless and serious
    The imagination that taps the drums, strums the guitars, flitters the piano and hollows the voice
    angry, fed up, sick on silence, horse from shouting
    But they're there
    The music
    and tinkering
    The tune
    and harmony
    consistently
    Creep
    in a tshirt
    There when I'm jamming
    There when I'm alone
    Crack
    in a castle of glass
    There when I'm hoping
    There when I'm happy
    Modern
    Jesus
    There when I'm frustrated
    There when I'm silent
    Piano
    Man
    There when I'm normal
    There when I'm living
    Hotel
    California
    There when I'm mindless
    There when I'm tired
    There when I'm breathing
    We are all just prisoner here
    of our own device
    You don't need sympathy
    they got a pill for everything
    Cause I'm only a crack
    in this castle of glass
    I'm sorry Mr.Police man
    If I wanted to talk I would've called my friend
    Yes, they're sharing a drink the call loneliness
    But its better than drinking alone
    And here
    secluded from homeroom
    stirs up a pot of bitter shot past
    Awaken by songs
    of my mental damned microphone
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:03 pm

    George Burdick

    Rampage

    The destruction of life
    Is all that it craves
    Running wild,
    Moving free,
    There really is no destiny,
    The world is lost,
    The end is near.
    Why do we have to suffer through this abomination?
    The only thing we fear,
    Even knowing that the end is near,
    How can we forget ourselves to this vice,
    This destructive force,
    That which can cripple a man,
    Kill a child,
    And destroy a family.
    The vice.
    -P.S. the vice is something you have to come up with on your own. This is a warning.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:06 pm

    Dawson White

    Shattered Light

    Light...
    The pure source of happiness,
    Surrounded by darkness, and death.
    Swallowed up by the monsters
    Created inside us all...

    Peace...
    Broken by the uncertainty
    of the ones held dear,
    Cast away to never be seen
    by the cruel, outside world...

    Darkness...
    The spawn of the monster
    who swallows up the light,
    the beingwho destoroys their humanity,
    with its flaming whip of death...

    Light...
    The pure source now broken,
    beaten, and obliterated, smashed
    by the darkness and uncertainty, no longer
    a pure source, but only Shattered light...
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:20 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -The French Man who spoke of French Freedom-
    There was a french man
    writing french
    to a friend
    on google+
    He spoke of freedom
    and 10pm meetings
    With a guy fawkes
    face plastered on his ID
    He had a message
    on his account
    preaching for all who could
    to appear
    at this meeting for all those who care
    And I thought
    to myself
    what a wonderful idea
    to go there
    Yet this man
    of liberty
    was french
    and I assumed
    he lived in France
    perhaps Canada
    but more likely France
    for his ideals
    seemed to sing of far lands
    and distant importance
    I could feel
    the excitement
    vibrate off this fellow
    so I wrote
    I am American
    in a place where politicians
    smother truth
    and people eat this fatty american delicacy
    I am American
    but I can't help it
    Your instructions
    intrigue me
    So I say
    Go guy fawkes
    Thanks Snowden
    and the more power to you
    For now
    I see
    united are we
    The people who see
    liberty
    And I've known that
    but now
    distance
    is conceivable
    For the meeting
    of the opinions
    of the french
    of the world
    by the sea
    My mind will joy
    at the humans
    who speak
    Who cares what they say?
    Do i know how they say it?
    It makes me
    happy
    just to hear they will meet
    Oh bloody bloody hell
    Where art thou
    my french brother?
    Pray tell?
    Who art thou
    my polite friend?
    Prey tell?
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:29 pm

    Robert Haywood

    Here's a nameless one written during art-

    Where are they now
    The rebels we loved
    With a swift hand
    This coalition
    Society and it's benefactors
    It's given us an easy alternative
    Ignorance is bliss, right?
    But you've got to practice what you preach
    Not that we'd understand
    We, who pour faith into those fiery enough
    We, who rely on those who actually resist
    We, who place our faith in foreign hands
    We, who explain that it's because we don't understand
    We, who are too busy
    We, who don't see it's not our fault
    We, who were raised under false teachings of "work harder"
    We, who never realized what was really going on
    We, who never realized until it was too late
    We, who fed our leaders complaints
    We, who fed our leaders empty calories
    We, who tried to fit in with rebellion
    We, who proceeded to recline
    We, who didn't take it far or wide
    We, who let our enemies take control of our lives
    We, who were afraid of the alternative
    We, who thought we were intelligent
    We, who said it was because we knew the odds
    We, who recognized intellect was important
    We, who didn't recognize that it wasn't that kind
    We, who lied to ourselves
    We, who placed fake confidence
    We, who let those we hated cement it
    We, who let the product of our concerned ancestors exist
    We, who let their corrupted spirits breathe down our necks
    We, who righted it with their pure intentions
    We, who shunned those who didn't agree
    We, who shunned those our commanders forced us to hate
    We, who were forced to accuse them of anarchy
    We, who got our thrills from imitating them
    We, who didn't know what that really meant
    We, who thought words could destroy
    We, who thought a bark could bite
    We, who assured ourselves that was all we needed to stand up
    We, who saved the action for those who truly cared
    We, who didn't want to become like the minority of comfortables
    We, who designated faux radicals
    We, who were afraid of becoming those people
    We, who never realized all along the truth
    We, who knew on the inside, in secret
    We, who didn't share the secret- that's for the commies
    We, who collectively realized, yet did not
    We, who were really those people our angels despised
    We, who really are those people
    You, who is that person
    I, who am that person
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:31 pm

    Nicholas Jeske

    why did i stop?

    i realize
    its been a while
    since i wrote words
    in poetic style.
    and i just realized
    what caused the drop
    what ceased my words,
    what made me stop.
    many have enemies,
    they blame for their morose.
    yet i have no strife from opposition
    instead its from people more close.
    i dont care
    i dont care
    i dont care
    am i just being selfish?
    i dont care
    i dont care
    i dont care
    why do i keep acting helpless?
    as if i cant live without
    preferr a life thats free of doubt
    im not the kind to tell a lie,
    but for this i will until i die.
    here they are
    so unorthodox
    rhymes as random
    as the holes in rocks.
    and as empty as rocks as well
    but if your throw them
    your sure to cause hell.
    i care to much
    or maybe its too little
    im always the one
    whos caught in the middle.
    one reason,
    one true reason i make these rhymes
    NOT to try to pass the time
    NOT to shut up the ones who whine,
    NOT to break some "social line".
    as if pretending is an easy task
    a little aknowledgement
    is all i ask.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:32 pm

    Christine Kang


    Someone I know wrote this. She wants to be known as omnimous

    The others

    The others, who can only see, hear, and touch
    But can never feel in their minds
    For the others, words have no meaning.
    Just symbols that they can see with their glazed eyes
    These words bring no joy, drama, anger to them,
    Open the doors leading to the others mind, if you dare, but it will only leave you depressed and confused.
    You see a mirror, but no reflection of the past
    You see an angel, but with no wings
    Your mind starts to melt, confused, dazed, amazed with the others mind. you are excited...
    Until you wake up, realizing that you are one of the others.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:33 pm

    Mr. Taylor

    Octopus stock
    Essence of the mediterranean
    brine and ferment
    tentacled cephalopod
    cousin of neptune
    behemoth
    tender rubber creature
    inky darkness
    purple noon
    master of deception
    bane of crustaceans
    your blood is my stew
    I love you.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:33 pm

    Derek Womack

    exception

    the way we act
    the things we do
    to impress the few

    when all we need
    are people to except us
    or to be part of a group

    friends we cant count on
    people you cant trust
    fakers all around

    if we show are true selves
    and express our emotions
    we will find happiness

    we want to be excepted
    by friends
    by society

    the only thing we need to except
    is ourselves

    be free
    be yourself
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:34 pm

    George Burdick

    The Life of Bob
    Bob was happy,
    He was sad.
    He sat down,
    He was mad.
    When he laughed,
    He cried as well,
    as Bob was never really swell.
    He went to Mars,
    and started to cry,
    as he missed home,
    and he wanted to try,
    try to go home.
    ------ Unknown by you, but known by me
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:35 pm

    Nicholas Jeske

    just following in-directions

    all this conformity's
    boring me,
    "uniformity"
    sorting me,
    inderection
    favoritist selection
    fake cheers
    and no affection.
    subliminal
    thell me why
    truth kept to a mininmal
    introductions liminal
    shame is seen
    curious congradulations, cynical.
    forum fully fake for following facisms.
    skeletons shaken seeing security stolen,
    volunteering vaguely veering vigilantisms.
    so why keep lined up?
    i never signed up.
    this place is so stuffy
    how did i wind up
    in place so plain
    all pain but no gain.
    its like nobody listens.
    and thats pretty lame
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:36 pm

    Nicholas Jeske
    is it a crime to see?

    crackle crackle
    hear the flame
    burn the past
    its all the same.
    they're spreading lies
    killing trust
    ashes to ashes
    dust to dust.
    let the fire of truth
    burn this plague
    and clean the false
    loud and vague.
    typically
    hear the cries,
    of the burning fake
    that spread the lies.
    but honestly
    i'm not feeling that way
    i still don't care enough
    to hear what you say.
    maybe i feel
    like talking about me
    not being conceited
    just a short story.
    No much to tell
    Not much to see
    But to spice things up
    I’ll do it honestly.
    Now what’s on my mind…
    So much I lost track
    Its been a little while,
    So ill think back.
    Back to those days
    2nd brain in a rivalry,
    To steal someone’s love
    An unforgivable robbery.
    And like robbery’s a crime,
    This was a cold case
    Until new evidence was found,
    A notebook with gold lace.
    Shows the victims last thoughts
    And how the theft took place,
    A haunting past is the cops
    And they’ve got me in chase.
    Not that it matters,
    And I forgot to mention,
    All these half-hearted “poets” who
    Abuse verse for attention.
    Hell, that’s why I quit,
    Like I was working at a chucky cheese
    A faux pedestal of entertainment
    For all these kids I have to please.
    Oh, is honesty not allowed?
    Because when I am it appalls ‘em,
    Nobody’s got the right to whine
    But they’ve all got a “problem”?
    “Get mad at the whistleblower”
    Am I the snowed of ignorance?
    Like you’ve all been through the steps
    Of the brainwashing-and-rinse.
    But what’s the point the point in this,
    Just to have it deleted
    By the cracked under pressure
    Under surveillance defeated?
    Where IS Waldo?
    Nowhere to be seen,
    Systems scared him strict,
    To keep the washed brains “clean”.
    No time to offend
    Now it’s time to be true,
    I thought I could pass this torch
    And trust it with you.
    But now look what’s happened,
    The haven built was burning
    Kamikaze “for fun”
    From this pessimistic yearning.
    Just the past an inferno
    Started by the reign of upset
    Start over from scratch
    Put out by a rain of regret.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:38 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Accept the Exception-
    There is this one thing
    that keeps coming back.
    Throughout history
    it repeats.
    Throughout humanity
    it defeats.
    Anger
    and pleading.
    "Listen"
    "Please"
    "I'm done with you"
    "Leave me"
    And that is the thing.
    With a bit more detail
    and a hell of a story
    you could see
    the thing that oh so disturbs me.
    No matter the words
    or the tone
    everything said
    will be but a bone.
    when the readers come to read.
    When the readers come to disagree.
    Everything
    is but a dream
    for nothing
    in reality
    can be seen.
    Opinion and feelings
    constantly revolving.
    If I'm your friend
    then you can't leave.
    Traped like a raindrop
    in a pouring storm.
    All but the water
    wet, reborn.
    And how
    one may ask
    does something come to life
    once more
    if it was alive
    before?
    That, my beauty
    is the ideaology.
    You can't convince
    without manipulation.
    Honest opinion
    will never win.
    All I can say.
    All I may write.
    Its just slaps to your faces
    due to your eyes.
    How?
    Do I speak?
    If?
    Everyone hates it?
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    Savannah Dale

    "Words"
    -
    "I don't want to hurt you but..."
    stop right there
    you know what your words do,
    but for what?
    I was 5 years old,
    my beloved mother watching me
    wonder what I did to make your heart grow cold
    as the south dakota snow.

    "Give up,shut up, get out of my sight."
    Now I stutter mumble and sputter,
    just asking a question
    preparing for horror movie fright.
    I'll just sit this one out,
    the reverse adrenaline of
    just speaking to my friends.
    Words will haunt me tomorrow,
    without a doubt,
    Without a doubt

    (Didn't really want to post this for Georgia's sake)
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:39 pm

    Mr. Taylor

    incandescent life
    still ebulent from the river walk
    sixty eight degrees
    Puertorican neighbors singing language
    preparing moroccan stew
    lata mangeshkar
    bhimsen josho
    on the sound system
    cumin, cilantro, chili

    (I love this one, Mr. T)
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:40 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Utopia- (and this is a new one, not an old one that hasn't been posted)

    They just don't speak anymore.
    The words around me.
    All of us
    surviving
    then I write life
    and hope it states that part of my mind.
    But where
    lie
    our twins?
    In atmospheres?
    In deserts?
    I can feel
    the importance of the air in my lungs.
    I can see
    that what I say changes the world.
    But it seems
    that I want to run about.
    Want to sing,
    to party.
    To live like Kerouac and supernatural dreams.
    My heart pounds on the doors.
    The doors of beginning.
    But had I known nothing
    then these times would cease.
    All
    around
    us
    are
    places.
    People.
    And
    I want to experience them.
    Surely
    I
    exist to breathe
    so why not breathe
    where I can hope for something?
    Honestly
    I'm going insane.
    Standing, sitting,
    whatever.
    My friends are spectacular.
    The people are amazing.
    And yet
    these words are ending
    What power do I have?
    To move you?
    Well, they all add up in this space.
    This universe.
    What do they do?
    How do they stop issues?
    Sometimes
    you've thought enough.
    Sometimes
    you just want to live without speaking.
    My brain unravels then swells, evolved.
    Finally,
    I've conquered Rome.
    Time for greece.
    Time to break out of this cage.
    Funny
    because
    its not for freedom.
    Its for the thrill of the excape.
    I'm no longer insane,
    whatever it was.
    And that fine
    but now its boring.
    Too stuck up in a biased place.
    Too personal,
    I've seen this face.
    Change.
    World.
    Please,
    I beg.
    Give me a revolution.
    Get me out of my brain.
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:41 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Destiny-
    In my mind
    dearest are the thoughts

    In my life
    loveliest are the words

    Inbetween
    scariest are the people

    For around us all
    sit poets, writers, speakers liarers

    Passion so great, feelings so strong
    Bias so tangible and truth so wrong

    What
    is the difference?

    Where
    lie the boundaries?

    Something more than nothing
    Everything everywhere, all the time nowhere

    Within our daylight centers of the highest faith
    raise your cups to the epitaph

    Sleep
    in silence till frineds awake

    Believe
    in the melody of the lake

    For we have but a century
    but one path to see

    For around the world
    wait our destinys
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    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:42 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Knowing-
    This year
    with my friends
    This year
    when I walked the eclipsing road
    My life
    has chaged aplenty
    And my wisdom
    has all but accepted
    clarity
    For this concept
    complys with beauty
    and the ther wonderous slabs
    of red brick and life anew
    As the flames
    of our hearts
    light webs
    of perception
    I see
    reaction
    above dawns of conception
    Eighth grade lifes
    an eighth grade living
    Across valley storms
    lies green fields brimming
    with flowers slanting
    like the roses in the desert
    Somewhere in a galaxy
    lies a boy
    pondering
    his life
    He sits
    and considers
    everything
    One blond
    Two blond
    imagining the universe
    different thought plains on similar beliefs
    held aloft by the spirit of the dream
    For we
    are but marbles
    on a marble
    rolling on a marble existence
    inside increasing exponential words
    Say I to the clouds
    you can know what I know but know nothing
    Say I to the waterfalls
    you can hear what I hear without your ears
    say I to the stars
    you may fly before me
    after the wind
    and during the illumination
    but relate to none but me
    disregarding everything
    In the end
    I feel my minds theories
    and when I write art
    they all want to be idolized
    Billions of little snowflakes crystalized by ghosts
    Lets begin the concert
    When I breathe
    my brain stops and ponders the atoms in the carpet
    The fields of thought conversing on my floor
    When Iwrite
    I hear whispers of memorys
    colors of emotion
    Infinity's political stances
    and our world's complexities
    No one
    can see
    the things I think
    And I
    cannot explain
    anything
    Learn
    the greatest painting
    of my battery
    everything
    is anything
    Something is possible
    And movies
    can be poeticly
    inteligently
    and crazily
    compared alongside the wonder of life
    Randomness is nothing
    Randomness is something
    And this is my key
    My one step staircase
    If you understood
    completely and not just the shallow ends
    of what I comprehend
    then nothing but something could levitate everything
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:42 pm

    Maya Patel

    In language arts we had to write a poem about a tangerine so I wanted some feedback on mine

    Tangerine

    You, My Tangerine
    Born of Earth
    Sweetness
    Of the kindest, purest soul
    But bitter
    With all hidden greed, thoughts, and secrets

    Perfection
    Hidden within the strong slick wall
    You are as a bright gleaming flame of light
    Enticing as a scaly creature in the garden
    You though, are not to fool

    Flesh, not of blood nor meat but of medicine
    Phytochemicals to keep us safe from within
    You , My Tangerine
    An angel of beauty, protection, and in a way
    Somewhat
    Human
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    Re: Poems that were transferred from Edsby

    Post by lovely_shadow on Sun Jun 07, 2015 2:43 pm

    Zachariah Morris

    -Must I regain your trust?-
    Its all right
    Its all fine
    Does what he can
    to make a rhyme
    but in the end
    he chooses to try

    Making a statement
    with mighty force
    Riding on the back
    of a slowing horse

    The sun truns bright
    with the plight of time
    Up and down swing
    gleaming dreams

    Its a lifetime of lyrics
    A pasttime of seconds
    So lets copy this
    to the stone canvas

    Straight from thy mind
    Straight from thy brain

    For long is my girlfriend
    who understood
    Missing are her compromises
    her patience with "I could"

    For frustrated is my fractured fellow
    Mellow from anxiety
    Anxious for words mellodys
    Tired of "theatrics"

    You think
    I'm being dramatic
    Looking for
    attention

    I say
    its selfish
    what you do
    to my conscience

    Stop asking
    Stop wanting
    All I see is desire
    no trust, no love, not caring

    Honestly
    you both chose
    under pretense of helping
    me

    To ignore what I've said
    Your friend
    To ignore repeating no's
    over a human being

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