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I should've known by the look in your eyes;
The way you eyed me was sharp precision.
Searing me in half and staring straight into my soul.
Those strikingly blue eyes made for killing
And I was your new prey,
A wounded animal stuck gawking into the headlights of a speeding car.
Your smile should've set off some alarms.
The slight curving of suspicious lips
Murderously captivating me with a set of well said words.
It was breathtaking really;
That dark, mysterious, poisonous grin that you gave to me
Or rather, let me rent for a couple hours.
I should've realized by the way you held me;
The way your hands latched on at my hips
Screaming "This is mine,"
Trapping me against you
As you pulled me in by just another lustful kiss.
By then, you think I would've grasped that I was your paper towel lover.
Easy, affordable, disposable.
The perfect type for one like you.
The way you eyed me was sharp precision.
Searing me in half and staring straight into my soul.
Those strikingly blue eyes made for killing
And I was your new prey,
A wounded animal stuck gawking into the headlights of a speeding car.
Your smile should've set off some alarms.
The slight curving of suspicious lips
Murderously captivating me with a set of well said words.
It was breathtaking really;
That dark, mysterious, poisonous grin that you gave to me
Or rather, let me rent for a couple hours.
I should've realized by the way you held me;
The way your hands latched on at my hips
Screaming "This is mine,"
Trapping me against you
As you pulled me in by just another lustful kiss.
By then, you think I would've grasped that I was your paper towel lover.
Easy, affordable, disposable.
The perfect type for one like you.
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The Day I was Never Born
I was rather certain that my parents had forgotten.
I was finally becoming an adult, legally adult in a world ruled by them and I was excited and apprehensive at the same time. My parents, you see, had always been very protective of me, more so than of any of my friends and it, while it had been a comfort at certain times, it had also been a nuisance as, I suppose, it would be of anyone of that age with such parents. I loved them, of course, but I wanted to fly free, try my own wings and find myself, so to speak.
This wish comes to all those on the threshold of adulthood, or nearing it.
It is a fear, really. Every time we know change i
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Blood Brothers
Brookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't h
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welcome to the real world
1. if someone invites you back to their place
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
don’t stress:
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna
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Lol, I have no idea where this even came from.
I guess I've been reading too much poetry lately.
This is the first real poem I've written that wasn't an assignment, so I'm absolutely sure it's full of flaws.
On top of that, this is unfinished and I still wanna fix it up a bit
Thanks for reading nonetheless. ♥
I guess I've been reading too much poetry lately.
This is the first real poem I've written that wasn't an assignment, so I'm absolutely sure it's full of flaws.
On top of that, this is unfinished and I still wanna fix it up a bit
Thanks for reading nonetheless. ♥
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The cynical feel to this was amazing. I just loved the sarcastic tone so much... I don't know, it just fit perfectly. I especially liked the comparisons to paper towels, it made for an interesting piece.
Excellent job!
Excellent job!