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Overplayed, Overstimulating, Overindulgent
Who are you, hot stuff?
Are you so great, high and holy?
Do you have the right, the merit?
To run through the halls
On your long-legged horse
Screaming for attention?
Toiling to be noticed
With loud verbalizations,
Only murmers,
With bright colors,
Only shades of gray.
Disruptive, Dissatisfying, Disgusting
Who are you, oh goddess?
Have you noticed?
Has it never occurred to you?
You’re not so sexy, so tasteful,
Not as attractive as you think.
Reality: You’re average
Nothing more,
Maybe less.
Unappealing, Unintelligent, Undeserving
Your voice, you should know,
Amounts to no more
Than a shrill buzz.
Your rhetoric rolls much too long,
A sentence, even, outruns your mouth’s use.
You’re an annoyance:
Not a creator, not a changer,
Not a thinker, not a controller,
But a nobody with a microphone.
Immature, Insignificant, Inept
You’re standing on
A tall pillar of ignorance.
A head in the clouds
Doesn’t make you special,
Doesn’t prove that you’re unique.
You’re blinded by the fog
Of your own ego,
And you see nothing but
The cloud of your own being.
And soon, miss, that pole will meet
The wrecking balls of reality.
Enjoy the freefall while it lasts.
Who are you, hot stuff?
Are you so great, high and holy?
Do you have the right, the merit?
To run through the halls
On your long-legged horse
Screaming for attention?
Toiling to be noticed
With loud verbalizations,
Only murmers,
With bright colors,
Only shades of gray.
Disruptive, Dissatisfying, Disgusting
Who are you, oh goddess?
Have you noticed?
Has it never occurred to you?
You’re not so sexy, so tasteful,
Not as attractive as you think.
Reality: You’re average
Nothing more,
Maybe less.
Unappealing, Unintelligent, Undeserving
Your voice, you should know,
Amounts to no more
Than a shrill buzz.
Your rhetoric rolls much too long,
A sentence, even, outruns your mouth’s use.
You’re an annoyance:
Not a creator, not a changer,
Not a thinker, not a controller,
But a nobody with a microphone.
Immature, Insignificant, Inept
You’re standing on
A tall pillar of ignorance.
A head in the clouds
Doesn’t make you special,
Doesn’t prove that you’re unique.
You’re blinded by the fog
Of your own ego,
And you see nothing but
The cloud of your own being.
And soon, miss, that pole will meet
The wrecking balls of reality.
Enjoy the freefall while it lasts.
Literature
-Love- Sexual
Press your mouth
Hard
Onto mine
Tonight
I don't care who I am
Only who I'm with
And I need
To be
With you
Just hold me now
Entwine your fingers
In my hair
And let your gliding hands
Whisper all the secrets
You will never tell me
Push me down
And keep me here
I'd rather suffocate
Under your weight
Than ever come up
For air
Again
Let me feel your skin
On mine
Ignoring the rising heat
Because I'm so lost
In your eyes
In the passion
That becomes us
I only want
To feel you
Because togetherness
Is what I crave tonight
To hold you close and
Make tangible our Love
So push yourself
Deep within me
And touch me
So s
Literature
A confession --- Anonymous
\"When a boy walks into your room, naked except for a shadow, and lays down next to your crying, trembling teenage body, you cannot help but fall in love.\" In a round the room the color of moss, on a sofa of well-treated leather (I often complain to him about that, about all the cows that had to die so I coulfd sit comfortably and talk to him) I let myself lie back and thought of the way to tell him this. He\'d seen it all before, he knew me better than anyone else, but I needed to tell someone. It was something about coming clean, putting it all out in the open, that motivated me. Some of my friends knew little bits, they\'d met Brian, or
Literature
And the moral of love is:
Hello, it's me, I love you. I swear -
things might be that simple.
But I don't
believe in things like love at first sight, just
forever. And they're different.
I don't
believe that you look in someones eyes and
know them
before you know what those eyes
look like when they're
furious-sad-ecstatic-hopeful-jealous-possessive-innocent.
You just see brown
or blue
or hazel with green and gold flecks, and maybe
you see warmth, or maybe
you see the kind of hurt that
people carry deep down inside, like tissues in
the back pocket of my purse
to wipe away the proof that sometimes
I cry, and can't explain it. And maybe
you see
the ki
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Jew wins at life. Seriously, perfection my dear friend.
Keep writing, I still expect a great big load of new poems to view when I visit this weekend.
Foo~
Keep writing, I still expect a great big load of new poems to view when I visit this weekend.
Foo~