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Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Awaiting the day,
I will be comfortably able to explain myself,
To show my weaknesses,
Without being accused of only making complaints,
Ruining days, moods, moments,
A time,
A person,
Where when I say how I am feeling,
They'll ask why?
They'll care and tell me to explain,
With you.
It will NEVER be this way.
I am tired of waiting.
I gave up hope on you.
On us.
Molly Oct 2014
Tried to
hold onto you,
to plant myself
in the fertile soil in the
creases of your elbows,
tried to breathe in
when you exhaled,
to fill my lungs with
your leftovers
but
there is not enough
oxygen here
to share
and I have told you
that I cannot
breathe,
told you
I think I need to
get out of here,
I'm feeling claustrophobic
but you only
hold me closer,
bruise my ribs
like rotted fruit,
kiss me with
no desire to
heal what you have broken,
and I am trying to
survive
but I cannot live
in the vacuum
you have created in
your chest cavity.
antxthesis Aug 2014
It's sad that we spent two hours,
Laughing an chatting about you
And your fabulous love life
And not once did you ask if i was okay
Not once did you ask me about my love life.
Well, I don't have one anymore,
In case you were wondering..
People are inconsiderate
NoislessShackles Aug 2014
You Should -'Walk Your Dog'

Tense.
All snappy your dog is.
kept behind a fence.
Don't you know it's the cause of his obstreperousness?

Depressed,
You can tell by his scruffy look.
Uninvolved.
It's only the start of change on a ticking  clock.

Is he just an ornament?
...There for you to show off?
I hope not.
For he's a living creature who didn't ask for his life to be cut off.

Don't be so stuck up.
Karma's a b*tch.
You should start putting consideration on top,
Or else, revenge might just end up kicking you in a ditch.

© J-d S. J
There's a form of pun in this , (in a way), It has a double meaning to the telling of the story.
nichole r Jun 2014
you are so very inconsiderate
you do not taste the sweetness of their
s o u l s  like I do
you do not savor the ice from a man's veins,
cooling your white bone snappers
like I do
you do not study a blue green brown black red purple yellow orange
i r i s
like I do.
you do not live
with other people's hearts
deeply set
in your marred palms
like I do.

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