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oh how you entice me brown hair green eyes and that perfect smile it’s like your asking for me to stare but you don’t come with a warning
nothing i am feeling is anything unique to the human experience. i love you, but how can you believe me? you can't know how much i mean it.
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss. Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
when he smiled his teeth shined brighter then the freshly fallen snow on our kneibors front yard his eyes gleamed with hope and with promise of a better tommorow for him and for me when he smiled
And I see her everywhere Vanishing in the thin blue air A sealed letter in her hand Postmarked from a foreign land Her uniform and face are blue
I met a boy a late summer dayHe looked at me and refused to satWhat made him so unhappyHe's a blue boyCall him defensiveBut blue boy don't run from meThe help I give is for free
Comin' up in this confusing world You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl You told me not to tell your parents But could your haircut make it any more apparent? Somebody help me get through this
Your eyes were like a tired sunset,Shining with a soft amber light,Seeing the beauty in even the ugliest of things.
There's a boy I know That mostly sticks to his own, He doesnt speak much But hald assed insults, He closes his eyes More often than all of the time, Shy boy Quiet boy Tired boy.
Daises and roses hang above your head, Your fro' expanding into effotless curls. Your voice. My favorite sound. The sun bringing out your golden feautres. Pretty brown eyes, I'm lost in.
I've known thirty-year-old boys and seventeen-year-old men because being a man has less to do with how many years you've spent shaving your neck than how you treat those who look at you
I loved a boy, who loved himself. With my arms right around his body, i felt cold. He kept me at a distance, I complied. Lovestruck. I only wished for love in return,
Hi, remember me? We met this summer, during the heat. VBS, Fallen trees. Multimedia was for me. We talked a lot, you're my past bully's brother. I thought you were real,
Her life becomes a mess of Red lipstick defenses Red lipstick state of mind Look but don't see Look but don't touch
The boy was corrupting her like a leech stuck to her skin But she didn’t know any better so she stuck by him She started changing slowly, didn’t even notice
how come no one knows the way you are inside except for him and those
Boy meets boy Girl meets girl boy kisses boy Girl kisses girl Girl gets shunned Boy gets praised
Conversation Naeha Inapanuri i talked to him today
I don't know what to say Wishing for another day The way he bumped against me His smile making me feel at home If I could have him the way it was My heart would be above This pain
Long drives Late nights Summer in a different way On the highway Fast food Long talks Watching the scenery go by I drive Radio blaring Smile wide We sing along
Little do you know How I'm breaking while you fall asleep Little do you know I'm still haunted by the memories Little do you know
to the boy I once loved, sometimes i think that even the pain of dying isn't as unbearable as the feeling of your heart shattering into a million pieces i'd rather experience the sensation
You. My beautifully flawed star boy. In dark moments, the one I want to hold. In light moments, the one I want to laugh with. The hands I want to build my future with.
There seems to always be one person. The one person in my head that never escapes. They have made a home in my head, with stories and a nice comfy bed and a room all to themselves. I think of them often, I think of you often.
You know how in college being rejected is emotionally easier than being waitlisted. Being waitlisted toys with your heart— you were good, but just not good enough. Wait and see if you finally make the final cut.
Think about it.
Dear boy, You're not a man. A man does not hurt women A man does not manipulate A man does not use social media platforms to harrass an individual A man does not make me say #MeToo A man loves women
Dear Grandma, I'm doing fine. Thanks. How are you? ... How long has it been since I last wrote? Couple weeks. yeah. ... huh? ... Like really wrote?
Dear Grandma, I'm doing fine. Thanks. How are you? ... How long has it been since I last wrote? Couple weeks. yeah. ... huh? ... Like really wrote?
last october english class our gaze meets you smile and turn away this moment, haunting my thoughts for days on end I twist everything I've heard you say making myself believe you like me
It was the way he chewed on his nails until his fingers were raw. The way he trembled and studdered and looked around like he was watching out for something. Fidgeting and stumbling on his words,
The sun is hot and painful It leaves scars on the skin It brings fires to homes The sun is blinding But I can’t stay away from him
“You’re just worthless, that’s all you will ever be.” “You’re a whore, and you’re not good enough for me” “I’m too good for you, can’t you see?”
I question your motives Your craves And your views. I cy for your sad songs Sweet voice Winding Blues. I wake up each morning With exhaust and No charge. I will soon fall in love
It's 1:36 am And my mind is fixed On the memory Of how your body Latched itself onto mine And how your words Made their sweet way Into the thoughts That were once plagued
i gave you a chance and you took it you made me feel beautiful and wanted for the first time in a long time i craved your attention i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
My boy wished on me every night, In joy, in rage, in fright. But where is my boy tonight? My boy is gone, for now he's a man. He won't wish on me, although he can.
You said goodbye. I said wait why? When i needed you the most That's when you bounce the most. All I ever wanted was to talk. All you ever wanted was to walk. Walk in front of me. Walk behind me.
Once upon a time the was a boy in a mahogany canoe. The boy and his mahogany canoe drifted down a stream that contained memories of an individual in the water's reflections. From what the boy could percieve he saw a young
One fine day in village keep A boy so young and free, Went out into the forest deep To play amongst the trees. And when he cried out "wolf!" if sacred The people came to aid,
At the end of all things. There is a grand scheme. No body gets to be happy. If you are, you bought the lie. Take your poison, choose the flavor. Each shot will kill you none the less.
She sits on the swing right outside her window. The window where she use to sneak out of every night. It's 1 in the morning and her thoughts lead her back.
I can't sleep without the window open at night. I can hear the roaring of cars in the distance. It reminds me of whe we would listen for cars before we crossed the street.
lyrically let her try to emasculate gold dare him to evoke it watch as they burn at the edges becoming glass figurines—hollow to hold the sunlight dance among the menagerie of light
He was like the moon, half always hidden What was it that split him- half darkness, half light? Crystal blue eyes held dark hidden secrets
A boy or a girl, It doesn't matter because You're still my friend
A moment frozen A single glance An observation made Of a boy's concentrating face. Golden hair tousled, Fingers cupping bangs, Rosy lips slightly parted,
You taught me that my body was for lease, that I was there for rent every time your "friend" kicked you out of your place, you signed our contract with rhymes cause you knew I've always had a thing for emcees, wanted to find love like Zeke and Myl
It feels like I’ve never been alone before. Obviously I have, but that was so many years ago. I grew comfortable, you were a huge part of my life. Although, you were the part of my life that held me back.
The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time, He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
I'm sick I'm out of my head
The bees buzz; The birds fly; The trees can almost touch the sky. The sun shines, there are no clouds. Oh, I hope you never let me down.
He used to walk under nothing but a raincloud, Until she came, Held his hand, And showed him the sun.
They say that being in your family's embrace is one of the best feelings in the world. Well... what if you're adopted? Adopted... Adopted... Why was *I* adopted?
His locks are thin, too thin, almost as thin as his arms, his slender skeleton, one so fragile I fear I will break him if I hug him too tight.
3.30.16 He stole my golden halo and clipped my white feathered wings. Perhaps he's merely a lost boy who needed them more than me. He claimed I was part devil who
To the boy who loves her next, Please know that she’s really fragile. She’s far too sensitive, but that gives you a reason to hold her and tell her everything is gonna be okay
Ten little fingers, ten little toes, How did I survive without you, I'll never know. One look into your eyes and I can see all that lies ahead of me Happiness, kisses, love, and hugs
The acids in my stomach threaten to erupt out of me when I think of him with someone else. I see the color of the sky at dusk and think of him. I think of how overly confident he is with himself,
My hunger survives off your belligerent smile, as it puts the blazing sun up in my sky It's those nonsensical possibilities you whisper which floods my being with your eyes
The night was dark The shadows darker As they danced on the walls They sang of a story Of a young boy And writhed in the pain of it all
I've got real boy problems and I can't stand it Try to keep everyone so I demand it No one ever stays so I stay angry The best way to attract the same thing Those who turn up as new are the old faces
I suppose that I expected more from him, a sad sort of smile, or a hesitant wave; perhaps a backward glance as he drove away. But there was nothing. Only an empty street and the pitter patter sound of rain.
“The thing about these poems is that you can practically feel the sadness bleeding out of them. Like the way that ink bleeds onto a page. And I kept going back to those wells searching for another form of self-harm,
Heavens' gates open wide as a new soul approaches slowly. Crisp air frightens the new arrival, yet there is freedom. Freedom in knowing the choice was his.
"What if I can't love?" the boy whispered to the old man, "What if mom and dad are right? and I can't feel anything within?" "I know what you mean," the old man sighed.
She tugs at her sleeves hiding her cold, white hands. With trembling lips, she breathes. Her soul compresses, lungs collapse, heart implodes. Beautiful boys, ugly scars,
Don't you know how much IEver did love you? Don't you everUnderstand my feelings? You were the sole reasonOf me stoppingWriting songs of love
I thought I loved you Two hearts melding into one. A picture of joy and happiness. Of completeness. I was glowing in my first love, my first kiss, my first belief in something more than friends
The monster took over his mind. Leaving him with nothing but the thought of drugs. Everyday I lose more and more sight of him. Standing here by myself with no way to help. The monster became more important than me.
we were wild animals.
Reptile; Cold scales abraze my once soft flesh, An egg that never hatched. Now basking under hell's sun is hell's son Parents tell me "do better, You don't want to go to hell...son."
I type words and write letters I listen to sad songs and sing along I thought by now that I'd be better I know now that I was wrong Don't say you're over me when you're not
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
There once was an ignorant boy. Who dreamed, only, of love. He dreamed of passion, and dreams. He dreamed blissful dreams of love. One day it hit him.
There is a girl in the corner.
A world so empty A tree all alone grown by a young boy. Who planted it
The flowers were around me Like pink tissue paper Guarding a presant From eager eyes. But this presant wasn't nail polish, Lip gloss or barbie dolls, It wasn't mudpies, Or beebee guns for guys.
i don't need this boy anymore that's what i keep telling myself until i'm laying in darkness buried by threadbare quilts and my own secret sadness
Probably because I'm delirious But maybe love is true
My heart thumps as he comes closerpalms sweating, breath quickening.he sits at my table and glances at mewith eyes as blue as the ocean.
Don't kiss me- There's still blood in my mouth from the last battle. You know, I've never actually left that field. A part
Wherever I am, As long as I’m out, Over the blue waters I go To catch some trout. But never after a full moon. That’s when they have their feasts. With the moonlight shining over the water,
you can act like you're my friend but we both remember the end let's stop pretending it's alright
A young beautiful girl,Had a big heart and bright future,Set her priorities and goals straight,But fell in love with a mister,Told her there was much in store for her.She was naive and eager to see,
I remember when I first saw you I was a little afraid of you.
Saw you again today. Made me insecure because I didn't know which I wanted to do more;
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
my heart explodes in joy at the sight
Haven't seen your face in a while; I miss your smile.
I could see the universe in your eyes, leaping through my body, dripping from my bones. Your breath took mine away. As we got lost together in our infinite lust,
Heart broken by many Body used by all them All that I can remember is that they loved me for my face and body They didn't care for who I was but only just as a prize
I miss you so much it hurts or maybe i miss what we use to have, I use to think the phrase "i love you to much it hurts" wasnt true, but as I can see thats the definition of how im feeling.
We were driving back from a long night that consisted of frosted lips, too much eyeliner, beeping car alarms, and ran-thru stop lights
i once met an angel in a devil's disguise. i could never figure out why he'd cover his wings and replace them with ice-cold shoulders that stung at the touch, or why he traded his warm,
I can't breathe My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me His hands are warm, controlled and gentle. He's comforted others before me,
Hurrying in to work, late again. The cold still nipping at my nose, The heat of rushing burning in my legs. I try to calm my heartbeat But it’s useless when I see you. Warmth fills my stomach
but poor Peter, for then he was lost out at sea there was never a man so alive as was he forever, it seemed, he was just as a child adventurous, lost, and a little bit wild.
Flitting through the trees She runs Like the quicksilver moon High in the clear night sky He passes through the dark trees Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
Sitting watching my hand grabs yours you squeeze, I smile, you laugh, no noise I lean, you lean, I shut my eyes, a shock, a welcome, a sweet surprise, I reach, you hug, my body's numb,
After we done she clap for me bravo,
nervous and edgy you look at her
His hair arrayed in a muddy brown mess, With all of the elegance and finesse, Of a homeless man in a burlap dress. His meticulous life well unkempt,
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet. Since I was young I looked up to the stars. The second to the right my eyes did meet. And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
The emphasis placed on between the legs Is what is reflected in the world today We have become so consumed with a person's sex That it takes precedence over the person they are Who they will become
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
Your haggard look And your Mohawk A combination That I Haven't thought Initially It gave me Such a fright But that all changed On a Thursday night
It was not weight or girth that made his presence heavy,
A song so moving I felt revived the rhythm made my senses alive A voice and instruments in a symphony the connection to the lyrics gave out my sympathy
Lonely, I can't remember reading the definition. An emotion that I,I've felt in constant repetition. My defense mechanism fits the repulsed credentials of the God above.
I always say I am giving up
I am the strange man. The man that is a boy. The boy that is a man. I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong with the same hands. So I try to write as well as I can.
It began like any other day at the office,
My heart burns hottest flames blue My body sweats being in the sun My mind's lost my heart's empty All my emotions now disperse For now my heart hurts A flash of an image And my mind suddenly works
Why is it that whenever,
I wasn't exactly fine before you came.But I was still okayand you were youjust a friend of a friend.Then our hands brushedand my cheeks set a flame.
Stupidity is a luxury And quite frankly, Like most luxuries, Only the rich can truly afford it. Wealth, money, filthy lucre. Would you trade the world For circular slices of metal?
I hated Your big blue eyes when they looked up at me My heart would suddenly fluster Words would be stuck
Back then you were just a stranger
I’m thinking of the one who won’t think back. I really need to get my mind off this track… I’m thinking about a guy who is really sweet, Why I can’t stop thinking about him has got me beat.
He looked at me and I at him. He smiled, blushed then looked away. He kept looking back again, over and over. All either of us could do was smile. Finally we spoke to one another and had a conversation.
He was lazy and loved food Playing video games everyday Not wanting to move a foot. Watching tv for hours Eating the fridge empty Would not get up even to smell the flowers. No reason to play outside
Your legs were too skinny for your shorts The day you walked into the room, your cotton shirt About to billow, as if it could, on the unseen zephyr of your shoulders:
He wrote me a poem once The boy who leaves in January for LA He wrote me a song once The boy I don't want to say goodbye to. We spent the day exploring a museum once
Maybe the timing’s not right. Or maybe it’s just not meant to be. Should I put up a fight? Or should I let it be? I keep running into you. We’re so close, yet so far.
I know a boy His name is irrelevant The only thing looser than his morals Are his jeans He puffs out smoke and a loud “Fuck you” He uses slang fluently In the summer he ruined me
A lonely child in the halls, no one knows but he calls, out to someone for help, they all tell him he needs self-help, this kid is gay and that's okay, he doesn't understand what he feels, he starts to skip meals, no one pays attention, he's scare
When you look me in the eyes, the rest of the world disappears. When you look in my the eyes, I am almost brought to tears. The way you look at me; like I hung the stars in the sky,
Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind I have nt slept since the last I saw of them I long for them, I long for their master Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine
Embraced in warm water,supported by thighs,I don’t rememberwhat you said.Truly smiling,truly thinking that I wouldeasilyspend forever with you.Questioned,as though you were amused
My feelings for you, they are nothing but true. Amazing, Handsome, & Caring, dont even begin to decribe you. My heart you have. Forever & Always You never make me feel blue.
When the sun awakens in the morning and I awake from my dreams back to reality I feel how strongly my heart misses you, its killing me I try to push it away and focus on something else with all my might
A string branches from the windows to your soul; connecting Us as we stare with the violent intentions of conquering The world together. The string tightens and we unconsciously lean
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
Walking down the street Its more than a dream Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me What I see is a frightening sight All different faces but no difference inside
there was a boy and a girl they met unexpectedly on the street one day he dropped his book she picked it up he smiled
His eyes meet with hers, she looks donw, grean with jealousy, red with anger, What is she a camillion? she's stuck on him, she's got a crush on him, when she's not paying attention,
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
i usually have a wall that reaches the sky, but you, you really made it disappear. there was something about you that really made me take down that wall, brick by brick.
He asked me why I loved him. I told him his words drew my heart in like the wind does a sailboat. And his laugh sounded the way a summer breeze feels.
She was an astronaut and he was a poet. He's known of her since elementary school.He's known her since before he knew of the words he should've used to describe the way she jumped off the jungle gym like Armstrong stepping on the moon for the firs
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
A trail of silver smoke flew softly, slowly into the sky. On his lips a cigarette danced back and forth. Back and forth. He smirked at her. His clear blue eyes hid a secret.
(poems go hI want you to know one thing.
When he was born, he was special. He learned things a different way. He seen the world through unique eyes. He spoke in the way he thought others spoke. Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
I went to a dance one night on the Queen Mary in May where the ocean kissed the ship the same way the guests tip toed on deck that was adorned with pearl necklaces of lights
A simple brush against my cheek, Such touching makes me weak. He whispers softly in my ear, Just loud enough for me to hear. Come dance with me.
Locked in a room, Alone with the blade. Metal meets flesh And rips it apart. Blood pours out; A twisted, red river of misery. Life is drained As she falls to the ground And becomes a waste.
He does not sing to me. To air instead he sweetly hums so soft, caressing ears with sounds melodious, that others' heads turn t'ward the lovely music that they hear.
Little Little People they come right in they come right underneath my chinny chin chin the view from the top always see their heads spin never in their lifetime they'll see my head spin
A young boy on his own Thought he had no control Felt like he was spiraling down Falling, rocketing toward the ground
Wow I cant believe I finished high school. This feeling I feel is too cool. I thank my mom for everything and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything. I want to be the best I can be
Walking side by side with that guy Trees and grass not lively green Signs way up high in the sky It blistered in my dream
How sweet and how lovely it has been made, Glowing bright as though Kissed by the sun But don't be dismayed, Its stem will feel smooth and soft like its very pure,
I am nothing. I feel as if I can do no good. I am nothing. I can never love another human being. I am nothing. They can never love me. I am nothing.
I've seen those hands before In a different country far from here I've smelled that scent before But it's not like he's standing beside me Flashbacks through my senses
We were convinced our paths were written in the stars And promised we'd never be apart To only realize none was as different as ours So we parted ways with all too broken hearts
And there I was In your bed Thinking about being young And what I would’ve said.
There he goes walking at his graceful pace, says hello to his friends, decides to stay and talk. Smiling and laughing there is is, but then his eyes land on me. His smile has faded away, and my heart is beginning to cry,
A small adventure it was, a mile journey. On crumbling pavement, carrying my sandals in my left hand. Barefoot, blisters forming, small cuts from tiny shards of glass, thrown to the roads.
I've seen it all I've seen many females fall No, no, no I won't lie I admit I've stumbled a few times we are all assigned to intertwine souls and unfold memories that are set in stone
There was a boy who dreamed so high Looked at the sky to see if he can try As Life went on all that he can see, Is a harsh road filled with spikey trees. Down he goes to see the road,
One day in the middle of the night I heard a voice I woke up and looked around But no one was there, I thought it was just a sound So I went back to sleep Hoping my dreams would fall in the deep
When I think of you I say, What happened to the way You looked at me You talked to me Or how to acted around me
There once was a boy who stood out from the rest The girls and guys both all knew he was the best He was 6 foot 3, hit his head on ceiling fans And his flawless skin was a natural golden tan
You Looked Rather Nice Today With your hair all messy And the drops of rain on your coat. You Looked Rather Nice Today With your khaki pants And tattered old grey shoes.
There was a boy, a boy I once knew. He wasn't the best, according to you. Yes, he sold drugs; crack and weed too, but no one would judge him, not like you do.