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Juuuuuust finished ACOC (sorry I'm late) and these two had me laughing off my chair. Just too hot for everyone đ
COVID poems #1
Where will we be when this is all over? I wonder everyday, what happens next? What happens to the students? What will they have learned If the world is the classroom, if the world is the teacher Oh the lessons they will miss, if they are studying What happens to the poor? What will they beg for If all the food is eaten, if all the doors are closed Oh the things they will lose, if we all act like beggars What happens to doctors? What will they heal If the sick men lie, if the healthy men trust Oh what the world will lose, if the doctors become martyrs What happens to the living? What will they do with the dead If weeks are full with funerals and eulogies, Oh what we have lost already What happens after the darkness? What will we see when this is over If we look around, can we know what lies ahead? Oh how long the road remains... I wonder everyday, what happens next? Because even at our best, we are losing Because even if the sun rises, what will be left for it to shine on?
Me, again.
I need to stop abusing people's patience with me, I need to learn to shut my mouth. I need to... remember who I am, who I want to be.
Because she is much farther now, and I don't like this reflection, the girl from the stories about me, I know her. Somehow, she never really dies. I can kill her a hundred times, like a cartoon bad guy. Blown into the sky only to return unscathed and more vicious, like she grows too. Like she knows my weaknesses, every crack she can slip through, like she'll never leaves me. Like she knows me.
I fucking hate her. How my fight with her is a losing one from the moment she stirs in me, I've already given her too much. How? How can I fix everything she breaks? How will I even begin to build on a foundation of ash and ruin? How, is she still alive...
How does this Happen
How do we forget
Everything we've learned
Everything we think we know
Everything taken with us
Lost in an instant
In a moment of
Everything built crumbling down
Inside a cloud of
Everything blown away suddenly returning
How does this happen
How did I get here,
Again
God, it never seems to end
God, how did I get here
God... can you hear me?
After everything,
I have nothing to show for it.
God can you hear me?
How did I get here?
How did this happen?
How have I fallen so far...

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Chicken
Kiss me, again.
I will not beg, I will not ask nicely
Kiss me again.
Or submit that you are a liar
Kiss me, I dare you
Or else tell me youâre a coward
Tell me that you wonât kiss me
I dare you,Â
Make it a promise
Donât kiss me, or hold, or miss, or want me
Donât dance with me, or whisper, or laugh, or long for me
Donât trust yourself, or me, or God, or chance, or anyone
I dare you not to kiss me
I dare you to resist me
I do not beg, I do not ask, I do not wait
For you to change your mind
Nor for your courage or conviction
I want to relish in the crash of your tragedy into mine
I will parade the brokenness that follows the fall
I want to kiss you, so,
Kiss me, if youâre brave enough.
Star Crossed
Maybe it is inevitable
Maybe the only road ahead of us is, goodbye
You are leaving and I cannot go with you
I am not afraid of where life will take me
I am afraid of how far it will take us from each other
Maybe the only road left is goodbye
I hate that I will not be there to hold your hand
To chase the demons away
To hold you, like I wish I could
It seems the only road ahead, is goodbye
And I cannot imagine what it will look like
You are a star I have named in the sky
among thousands, you are special.
So the next time I see you,
If we no longer resemble ourselves
If time has carved us out like soap statutes
Know that I will always know your name
I will find you by the way you sparkle
I will know you, and meet you, always again
We are on a road to goodbye,
Maybe it is just a different hello
A language we will both have to learn
So some day
when you have shot across the sky
and we have both traveled a universe
We will meet again,
We will have so much to share
And the starlight of your smile
will find a place in my sky, waiting for you.
5 A.M.
Last night, I really believed it, you know?
I was so proud of myself,
Because finally, he wasnât important
He was right there, and I was fine.
I talked to him and it was fine
He didnât care that I was fine
That was fine too.
I thought, finally, it doesnât bother me
But I didnât say goodbye
I didnât fall asleep
I wanted to stay in that evening for days
It was like a dream,
He didnât care and it didnât hurt
He didnât care, neither did I
It felt so real
But when I woke up alone
He woke up with her
And when I saw his smile
Fuck, that hurt.
Edited it đ
Third
Her head on his shoulder
And I donât know how
His laugh and her smile
I wish I was deaf
I wish I was brave
The space between them
Slowly disappearing
And with it, me.

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being touchstarved makes u absolutely buckwild when someone does smth simple like .share a chair with u
like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldnât feel like So Much it shouldnât feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.
ok 2 many of u relate
Someone gave me a compliment and reached out and squeezed my hand and I fell in love and couldnât speak for several minutes
I was just gonna type this in the tags but I have to say this.
Growing up in North America is surreal. Every tiny little blip of physical affection is deemed as sexual interest. Boys arenât allowed to hug eachother because âthatâs gay.â Girls canât hold hands because âare they going out?â And GOD FORBID a female friend hugs a male friend.
Having lived in the Netherlands, and reading up about shit like this, Canadians and Americans are starving.Â
I went to Japan for a school trip in 2012. I went to a highschool there. There were boys hugging, lounging on those blue gym floor mats, holding hands, trowing their arms around eachother. I was startled by how shocked I was.
This mentality of âif youâre touching you must have sexual interest in the other personâ is so fucking disgusting. Hug your friends. Hold hands with them. Touch their hands when you want to reassure them.
Unfortunately that is⌠Very true
Anything
If I could do anything,
Iâd ask you to kiss me
If I could tell you anything,
you donât have to love me
just kiss me, but no.
This game we play
black and white spaces
lines between us
Rules I dare not break
I play because you are here
I follow, because you might leave otherwise
I wonder
Am I the only one who wonders
about a kiss
You don't have to love me
It's the one secret I wonât tell you
the gray space that I can't reach
the line I donât cross
because I don't know if you'll be there
when I do
So this is the game we play.
Spaces side by side
And a single line between us
I cannot move. I dare not try.
Check. your move.
I hope the year has been good to you, and if it hasnât, I hope you have been good to yourself. <3
Third
Her head on his shoulder
And I donât know how
His laugh and her smile
I wish I was deaf
I wish I was brave
The space between them
Slowly disappearing
And with it, me.
5 A.M.
Last night, I really believed it, you know?
I was so proud of myself,
Because finally, he wasnât important
He was right there, and I was fine.
I talked to him and it was fine
He didnât care that I was fine
That was fine too.
I thought, finally, it doesnât bother me
But I didn't say goodbye
I didn't fall asleep
I wanted to stay in that evening for days
It was like a dream,
He didnât care and it didnât hurt
He didnât care, neither did I
It felt so real
But when I woke up alone
He woke up with her
And when I saw his smile
Fuck, that hurt.

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Why Not Me?
I have seen you here so many times,
You come in at least twice a week,
Sometimes you stay for hours
and I wonder, what are you looking for?
They call you âshopperâ,
Each day I sat here, right in front of you
But you never see me
Instead, I have watched you, helplessly
I have watched you and the others that interest you
There are the ones across the aisle
Hard cover and intricate face, she is beautiful
You want to caress her, hold her, bring her home
I know you do, I see it in your eyes
But you always put her down again
Itâs that sticker on her side, that mark on her back
The one that says she will cost you,
And you have never wanted her enough to pay for it
When you are bored, you go to the bottom shelf
You find the one you have known for so long,
The one you always pick up,
She is soft cover, easily curls open for you
Thin and simple, you like her because she is convenient
You never keep her, never take her home
Even though you have read her a dozen times--
I wonder if you really even know her at all
Like the one in the window, sealed in plastic,
They say she is everyoneâs favourite, even yours...
I have heard you talk about how much you want her
But you donât even know her, do you?
Maybe itâs easier for you to never let yourself know
So she wonât ever disappoint you,Â
                        Perfection is easier from afar
You like her, but not enough to risk being wrong about her
I have seen you here so many times,
I have watched you and those who interest you,
I used to ask, why not me?Â
But you are still too scared, too afraid to choose anyone.
I donât blame you, I canât force you to want me, to be brave
Instead I hope one day you find someone you want enough
Someone worth the cost, the time, the risk of being wrong
I hope one day, I wonât want for her to be me.