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btw this looks a lot cooler on Commaful i'll send the links when I'm finished.
Manager
“Age is power” says the world
Okay
But who said that
- Parents are always right?
- Kids are to be seen… btu not heard
It seems like the first half of our lives is an internship
Ran by our manager
In total control
You want to eat?
You can’t eat til dinner.
Don’t drink milk drink water
Your rooms a mess, go clean it
You can’t get a job, we’re too busy
You can’t play that sport it’s too expensive.
And as we get older it exceeds to
I’m the man. I provide for us, not you.
You’re supposed to be there for me
I want kids. You don’t? But I want to be a father.
Catcalls on the street
I’m admitting defeat.
…
Round and around we go
Me and my manager
Me and my manager|
Me and my manage|
Me and my manag|
Me and my mana|
Me and my man|
Me and my ma|
Me and my m|
Me and my mistakes|
Me and my mother|
Me and my monsieur|
Me and my monsieu|
Me and my monsie|
Me and my monsi|
Me and my mons|
Me and my monster|
Me and my monste|
Me and my monst|
Me and my mons|
Me and my mon|
Me and my m|
Me and my |
Me and myself|
Me and myself and I|
Me and myself and I
Me and myself and I|
Me and myself and I
“Age is power” says the world
Okay
But who said that
- Parents are always right?
- Kids are to be seen… btu not heard
It seems like the first half of our lives is an internship
Ran by our manager
In total control
You want to eat?
You can’t eat til dinner.
Don’t drink milk drink water
Your rooms a mess, go clean it
You can’t get a job, we’re too busy
You can’t play that sport it’s too expensive.
And as we get older it exceeds to
I’m the man. I provide for us, not you.
You’re supposed to be there for me
I want kids. You don’t? But I want to be a father.
Catcalls on the street
I’m admitting defeat.
…
Round and around we go
Me and my manager
Me and my manager|
Me and my manage|
Me and my manag|
Me and my mana|
Me and my man|
Me and my ma|
Me and my m|
Me and my mistakes|
Me and my mother|
Me and my monsieur|
Me and my monsieu|
Me and my monsie|
Me and my monsi|
Me and my mons|
Me and my monster|
Me and my monste|
Me and my monst|
Me and my mons|
Me and my mon|
Me and my m|
Me and my |
Me and myself|
Me and myself and I|
Me and myself and I
Me and myself and I|
Me and myself and I
I added the part I've written to Mae's story above ^^^
I hope you’re miserable until your dead
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you’re real and lose all your friends
I hope she hopes you breaks your heart
I hope that you fall apart
And you have no one to help
I hope you never find love again
Because you missed the chance you had with
Because you missed the chance you had with M|
Because you missed the chance you had with M E|
And now I finally see
You don’t deserve much better than her
Sure, she’ll spin your world
Upside down
Upside down and
upside down and all around
but I would have shook it made it something new
but whatever because I’m guessing you knew
https://commaful.com/play/inspiredbyl...
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you’re real and lose all your friends
I hope she hopes you breaks your heart
I hope that you fall apart
And you have no one to help
I hope you never find love again
Because you missed the chance you had with
Because you missed the chance you had with M|
Because you missed the chance you had with M E|
And now I finally see
You don’t deserve much better than her
Sure, she’ll spin your world
Upside down
Upside down and
upside down and all around
but I would have shook it made it something new
but whatever because I’m guessing you knew
https://commaful.com/play/inspiredbyl...
I brought this up as I'm adding more:
Prompt: Deadline – January 1st
Ring! Ring! Ring! I rush to grab my phone. My sister seems to be having trouble…oddly. She never calls me. “Hello? I say. All I hear is a voice fazing in and out of existence. “Hello?” I repeat. “I’m gonna go…” I say. “No!” A voice screams. I drop my phone. Quickly, I hang up. “Who was that?” I whisper to myself. Shouldn’t worry about it.
--sisters pov—
It had been a long hard day. Ater working my shift in the hospital after 8 long years of med school, I was contemplating whether or not it had been all worth it. Whatever, I thought to myself. You have drinks with your boyfriend tonight, no more time for work. Decompressing myself mentally, I got into my car and headed to my apartment to get a change of clothes before our date. I loved Landon; I really did. He was different. After pulling into my parking lot, I walked slowly up the stairs before getting my keys to unlock my door. Out of force of habit, I tentatively touched my doorknob, checking to make sure it was still locked after my 48 hours of absence. Surprisingly, the door flew open and a masked figure jumped out with a gun and a sock. They stuffed the sock in my mouth and said… “I’ve been waiting for you Mae.” She wants to scream, but nothing comes out. She writhes in their arms as she’s picked up and stuffed into the back of a van. She searches her pocket. She has nothing. Nothing dang it. Stupid, stupid, stupid she chides herself. She had gone to events for this. Her mom had prepared her for this as a child. And yet, here she is, thrown in the back of some strange person’s van with nothing except the clothes on her back. In a daze, she realizes, where’s my phone she thinks. She must have dropped it. Shoot. She thinks… there’s absolutely no way out of my situation. She thinks back to the practice drills she did with her mother. None of them included a way when you had no way of communication with the outside world. Mae prided herself on her brain, now she cursed it. All those years of schooling, shoot Mae, you even went to med school, and you can’t figure out how to get away from a random person?? What if she can find a makeshift weapon? She feels around in the back of the van. Nothing too sharp, but there is a rachet strap. She shivers wondering if she’s really stooped to this level. Is she ready to possibly kill this person? She doesn’t know.
She prepares herself, mentally to be able to kill this person if that’s what it takes. She is willing to kill another person to survive. What an astonishing thought. I never thought I had the psychological strength to be able to decide when another human beings time on Earth was over. Who was this mystery person? How did they get into her apartment? How long had they been there? She hadn’t seen anything visibly broken in, but she had also been gone for the past 48 hours and, now that she thinks about it, she had spent the 2 days before that working in the hospital, sleeping in the hospital, eating in the hospital. She hadn’t even gone home for a change of clothes, because while there, she practically lived in her scrubs, which were a nice shade of sky blue. Attendings got dark blue. She couldn't wait. That shouldn't be your main focus at the moment, she chides herself. She has to focus on getting out of this situation alive. If at all possible. She holds that rachet strap taut, ready to wrap around their neck or throat when they came to the back of the van, presumably to get her out. There was no way she was going to be taken to wherever her destination was. She would not make it inside that building, she vowed to herself.
Total Word Count: 605/1500 (there's may be a way that this will happen by my contest deadline)
Prompt: Deadline – January 1st
Ring! Ring! Ring! I rush to grab my phone. My sister seems to be having trouble…oddly. She never calls me. “Hello? I say. All I hear is a voice fazing in and out of existence. “Hello?” I repeat. “I’m gonna go…” I say. “No!” A voice screams. I drop my phone. Quickly, I hang up. “Who was that?” I whisper to myself. Shouldn’t worry about it.
--sisters pov—
It had been a long hard day. Ater working my shift in the hospital after 8 long years of med school, I was contemplating whether or not it had been all worth it. Whatever, I thought to myself. You have drinks with your boyfriend tonight, no more time for work. Decompressing myself mentally, I got into my car and headed to my apartment to get a change of clothes before our date. I loved Landon; I really did. He was different. After pulling into my parking lot, I walked slowly up the stairs before getting my keys to unlock my door. Out of force of habit, I tentatively touched my doorknob, checking to make sure it was still locked after my 48 hours of absence. Surprisingly, the door flew open and a masked figure jumped out with a gun and a sock. They stuffed the sock in my mouth and said… “I’ve been waiting for you Mae.” She wants to scream, but nothing comes out. She writhes in their arms as she’s picked up and stuffed into the back of a van. She searches her pocket. She has nothing. Nothing dang it. Stupid, stupid, stupid she chides herself. She had gone to events for this. Her mom had prepared her for this as a child. And yet, here she is, thrown in the back of some strange person’s van with nothing except the clothes on her back. In a daze, she realizes, where’s my phone she thinks. She must have dropped it. Shoot. She thinks… there’s absolutely no way out of my situation. She thinks back to the practice drills she did with her mother. None of them included a way when you had no way of communication with the outside world. Mae prided herself on her brain, now she cursed it. All those years of schooling, shoot Mae, you even went to med school, and you can’t figure out how to get away from a random person?? What if she can find a makeshift weapon? She feels around in the back of the van. Nothing too sharp, but there is a rachet strap. She shivers wondering if she’s really stooped to this level. Is she ready to possibly kill this person? She doesn’t know.
She prepares herself, mentally to be able to kill this person if that’s what it takes. She is willing to kill another person to survive. What an astonishing thought. I never thought I had the psychological strength to be able to decide when another human beings time on Earth was over. Who was this mystery person? How did they get into her apartment? How long had they been there? She hadn’t seen anything visibly broken in, but she had also been gone for the past 48 hours and, now that she thinks about it, she had spent the 2 days before that working in the hospital, sleeping in the hospital, eating in the hospital. She hadn’t even gone home for a change of clothes, because while there, she practically lived in her scrubs, which were a nice shade of sky blue. Attendings got dark blue. She couldn't wait. That shouldn't be your main focus at the moment, she chides herself. She has to focus on getting out of this situation alive. If at all possible. She holds that rachet strap taut, ready to wrap around their neck or throat when they came to the back of the van, presumably to get her out. There was no way she was going to be taken to wherever her destination was. She would not make it inside that building, she vowed to herself.
Total Word Count: 605/1500 (there's may be a way that this will happen by my contest deadline)
Prompt: Beads
The Tears
The things you said
They're in my head
They brought me tears
That won't disappear
They form in my eyes
Beadlike they swim
Meeting their demise
As I'm crying over him.
The Tears
The things you said
They're in my head
They brought me tears
That won't disappear
They form in my eyes
Beadlike they swim
Meeting their demise
As I'm crying over him.
The Backstory
They met in first grade.
Unable to believe their luck.
That maybe, just maybe.
Their relationship could have stuck.
Middle school came and, still going strong.
She thought they'd be friends forever, always getting along.
7th grade, he got with her best friend
And she began to wonder if there was something she needed to understand.
He was not made for her
It's sad but it's true
In 9th grade her life went a blur.
Huge fights on the phone, she always yelled.
He picked Lilli over her.
Over her, his best friend.
They fight on the daily, both tired and broken.
He says he's numb, but she knows he's not being open.
So here she sits, with her computer
Hoping that these here poems will bring her some closure.
They met in first grade.
Unable to believe their luck.
That maybe, just maybe.
Their relationship could have stuck.
Middle school came and, still going strong.
She thought they'd be friends forever, always getting along.
7th grade, he got with her best friend
And she began to wonder if there was something she needed to understand.
He was not made for her
It's sad but it's true
In 9th grade her life went a blur.
Huge fights on the phone, she always yelled.
He picked Lilli over her.
Over her, his best friend.
They fight on the daily, both tired and broken.
He says he's numb, but she knows he's not being open.
So here she sits, with her computer
Hoping that these here poems will bring her some closure.
my story about yk me falling in love with my best friend. still happening actually.
I'm sorry :( Boys are....definitely something.
Power
Prompt: Garlic
vampires creeping through the night
looking for humans but none are in sight
hunting through the village
all they see is pillage
the garlic it reeks
protecting the streets
the people, they cower
not knowing the power
the stench of garlic can bring
they’re saved from the prospect of the vampires savoring
Prompt: Garlic
vampires creeping through the night
looking for humans but none are in sight
hunting through the village
all they see is pillage
the garlic it reeks
protecting the streets
the people, they cower
not knowing the power
the stench of garlic can bring
they’re saved from the prospect of the vampires savoring
Lost :
You tell me you’re fine
Do you think that I’m dumb?
Last 10 years I’ve spent, learning
Watching your every mood
I would hope that I can read you
Stop lying I scream
I’m tired of fighting he says,
As if I’m not
I’m tired of being fine
He looks at her, dumfounded
Would you prefer to not be fine, he asks snotilly.
And they’re back again,
Fighting
scratching
Clawing
Pushing each other farther away
Why would they keep each other in their lives
When they know them well enough
To tell when they lie
Cuz when people know you too well…
It’s time to go back to get a new sell.
You tell me you’re fine
Do you think that I’m dumb?
Last 10 years I’ve spent, learning
Watching your every mood
I would hope that I can read you
Stop lying I scream
I’m tired of fighting he says,
As if I’m not
I’m tired of being fine
He looks at her, dumfounded
Would you prefer to not be fine, he asks snotilly.
And they’re back again,
Fighting
scratching
Clawing
Pushing each other farther away
Why would they keep each other in their lives
When they know them well enough
To tell when they lie
Cuz when people know you too well…
It’s time to go back to get a new sell.
alright
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i have like 4 new poems!!!
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i have like 4 new poems!!!
joshy
why do i scream for you to leave
when every touch, it's a rush, my smile untouched
spreading across my gentle lips, every time
i know i mean nothing to you, so maybe my mind is protecting my heart
but i hate the fact that without you, i'll be forced to restart
i trusted you, gave you my subtle firsts
nothing big, just hugs and hand-holdings
in the back of my mind, i still hear the scolding
trust once, die twice
maybe someday you'll learn, love is a vice
that late night football game
i snuck out just to see you play
watched you get smacked down, cringing
you hopped up and were fine; i let out a sigh
i hugged you in front of everyone, not minding the sweat
the smile that met your eyes
who knew it was all a disguise?
i was warned, sure, that i deserved better
i met a different you, someone different, not the one you truthed
a
manipulative,
lying,
objectifying
piece of trash
who wanted what he couldn't have
who wanted to be able to say he pulled me
-the girl who didn't let herself be pulled by anyone
i think of that perfect smile sometimes
was it all photocopied, copy and pasted onto your face?
i guess i'll never know, these feelings they ebb and flow
i still smile at your touch, how much i try to hide it
as much as i talk sh*t
as much as i pull away
as much as i yell
i revel in the sound of your voice, soothing like rain on a desolate window
~i laugh at your dastardly fashio taste, loving the bright pink clashing with gray~
and that smile
the one from the game
i eloquently lose speech, seeing your lips part in a scintillating, twinkling glare
it taunts me, ever reminding of the love lost
of the sheer evidence that, however lacerated my heart, still feels-
you're still archaically going through your habitual movements
once upon a time, a nexus was formed
now the ties holding you to me, they're disintegrating, uncoiling the bonds,
keeling over in pain, medicating the affliction you caused
the panacea no longer remarks, ameliorating the pain
i stand forsaken,
no one to hold,
hoping someday i gain the ability to feel the same
ardor
and
tenderness
that you once held for me
why do i scream for you to leave
when every touch, it's a rush, my smile untouched
spreading across my gentle lips, every time
i know i mean nothing to you, so maybe my mind is protecting my heart
but i hate the fact that without you, i'll be forced to restart
i trusted you, gave you my subtle firsts
nothing big, just hugs and hand-holdings
in the back of my mind, i still hear the scolding
trust once, die twice
maybe someday you'll learn, love is a vice
that late night football game
i snuck out just to see you play
watched you get smacked down, cringing
you hopped up and were fine; i let out a sigh
i hugged you in front of everyone, not minding the sweat
the smile that met your eyes
who knew it was all a disguise?
i was warned, sure, that i deserved better
i met a different you, someone different, not the one you truthed
a
manipulative,
lying,
objectifying
piece of trash
who wanted what he couldn't have
who wanted to be able to say he pulled me
-the girl who didn't let herself be pulled by anyone
i think of that perfect smile sometimes
was it all photocopied, copy and pasted onto your face?
i guess i'll never know, these feelings they ebb and flow
i still smile at your touch, how much i try to hide it
as much as i talk sh*t
as much as i pull away
as much as i yell
i revel in the sound of your voice, soothing like rain on a desolate window
~i laugh at your dastardly fashio taste, loving the bright pink clashing with gray~
and that smile
the one from the game
i eloquently lose speech, seeing your lips part in a scintillating, twinkling glare
it taunts me, ever reminding of the love lost
of the sheer evidence that, however lacerated my heart, still feels-
you're still archaically going through your habitual movements
once upon a time, a nexus was formed
now the ties holding you to me, they're disintegrating, uncoiling the bonds,
keeling over in pain, medicating the affliction you caused
the panacea no longer remarks, ameliorating the pain
i stand forsaken,
no one to hold,
hoping someday i gain the ability to feel the same
ardor
and
tenderness
that you once held for me
i destroy those who stay by me
so do yourself a favor and run away while you can
i will rip you to pieces and steal your heart
all while smiling like i'm not tearing you apart
this is my fair warning-
leave before you need me
please
i stand here hurting you with tears behind my doelike eyes
you keep telling me you'll always stay
baby, you're killing me-
i'm slowly depriving you of happiness
you just don't see it
i push everyone away
and someday you'll give up
and we'll both be destroyed
please leave-
please i'm begging you
i'm sitting here ignoring your "love yous"
why?
what is wrong with me?
why do i have this unmistakable drive to hurt you?
i hate myself
i hate myself for hurting you
i just- i can't fucking trust ANYONE
and i'm scared- and i'm not allowed to be scared
because you've done nothing wrong
every problem we have was only caused by me
look back through our memories and i promise you
you'll see
so do yourself a favor and run away while you can
i will rip you to pieces and steal your heart
all while smiling like i'm not tearing you apart
this is my fair warning-
leave before you need me
please
i stand here hurting you with tears behind my doelike eyes
you keep telling me you'll always stay
baby, you're killing me-
i'm slowly depriving you of happiness
you just don't see it
i push everyone away
and someday you'll give up
and we'll both be destroyed
please leave-
please i'm begging you
i'm sitting here ignoring your "love yous"
why?
what is wrong with me?
why do i have this unmistakable drive to hurt you?
i hate myself
i hate myself for hurting you
i just- i can't fucking trust ANYONE
and i'm scared- and i'm not allowed to be scared
because you've done nothing wrong
every problem we have was only caused by me
look back through our memories and i promise you
you'll see
The two biggest words that came out of my mouth
That night
Oh that night
The death of a duo
The death of my friend
When he chose others|
When he chose|
When he chose not to choose|
He chose her
And I’m here creating an ode of
“I’m fine”
“It’s fine”
Why do I lie?
What do I have to hide?
Because if we would just be honest…
I’m being honest:
It’s not fine
I’m broken
I need someone
I need you|
I need you
I need| you
I need to get over you|