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2 random poems I wrote in college.
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| dayl1ght |
*sigh*
these are 2 random poems I wrote when I was in college. Criticize as you wish, if you wish to at all. When I wrote them I was really feeling what I had to say and definitely thought I was the . Now looking back, one of them is kind of funny, the other naive, but they both represented me at that particular time in my life so be it. btw, I want to add English is not my first language)
if you guys have any similar stuff you would enjoy to post for laughs please do, I would love to see it.
#1
we met up in the park, just you and me
neither of us expected what this night would bring, as we would later see
it was very foggy in the park that night,
but finally I saw your car pull up and I reached in to get a light...
to spark up this cigarette
we got some beers, just me and you
and climbed up onto the roof of a building to drink and talk
and once the talking got old, I drove drunk to a club and we heard the music flow
and not much later I found you lying on my bed, just as I wished a few hours ago
I pulled down your tight black pants, then took the journey south
ready to devour your sweet juices with my mouth
but what I found suddenly made me reevaluate my perspective
because the size of that bush was most definitely absurd
yet I guess I had to remain respective
so I devoured anyway without another word
and then I had you take me on the chair
but your smoker's lungs quickly began to gasp for air
so I took you back to bed
I dont know why you wouldnt give me head...
but I took you just the same
and yet I couldnt finish, yes the liquor is to blame
so we rolled over and I held you and you looked me in the eyes
and said those five uncalled for words; ...oh man that was tiring
and like that you made the whole ordeal seem very uninspiring
I quickly drove you home, and in the car the cherry from my cigarette fell
it burned a hole in my favorite pants... and to them just as to you I said my last farewell...
#2
Brunette, hair down to the waist, big brown eyes so innocent and enticing.
Winter 07 bonfires, new friends, my Azeri connection
Now days colder than usual and so often I got stuck in the rain walking to the bus stop wearing my white sneakers, black pants, black hooded jacket, headphones of course
Shy smiles, pointless conversations in my spare time I walked the gloomy campus for a hundred times for the first time
soaked in music that would probably remain with me for the rest of my life although Ive already forgotten
Then one night with those new friends which were so different from hers and my old ones
too much to smoke too little to drink and I met her but I guess I already made a good impression I must have because that kiss, to me then not so meaningful but definitely an omen and to her the first in her life I still can’t believe it
More pointless texts then she left me because I was so passive in reality I messed around with another but realized I needed her in my life and again sweet perfume sweet awkwardness especially when stupefied by the reflection of my eyes in her eyes I felt in control never have I been in love had only the wrong girls love me and I felt ready to taste every recipe her kitchen had to offer &
I felt so much older believed my logic was bolder than those feelings I had in my reign I laughed in love’s face expected to jump into a trench did not know I had fallen into an abyss mistaken a puddle for an ocean could not understand the depth of these feelings while my friends lost understanding of me and here I began to deceive myself expected no believed that soon enough something would break my fall but I’m still falling its worse than before why did I tell her I loved her...
then the first time I had sex with her was the first time that she had sex. I thought she wanted protection not the kind to cover erections and she did
& a few months later again all day its been raining and she was crying about something then we were naked not nude we were naked her small beat up dorm room squeaky metal bed I’ll never forget the photos on the walls her long black hair and the rain drops her warm body against mine her first awkward “I love you” right as she was riding me
so much and something changed inside me forever I fell faster and faster whirlwind of emotions I knew things couldn’t get better and they didn't...
Being happy is always the same but pain is always new different, impossible to prepare for...
Late nights in my depressing apartment
I heard people screaming outside she lay in my arms crying but there was nothing I could do my efforts only suffocated hearts bleeding from the pain of those 2 stupid words i’ll never forgive them for what they did “I love you - I don’t”
I think someone stabbed me I feel myself bleeding inside I remember a ripped up rose on the table then alone by a tree squeezing out some words onto paper not nearly as meaningful as these because I couldn’t focus
a fresh pack of parliaments
she haunted my dreams and I woke up the next day earlier than I have ever woken up without an alarm clock, then weeks of silence, then questions, revelations, and these lines tattooed somewhere inside for the rest of my life |
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| ziptnf |
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| Mr.Mystery |
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| KilldaDJ |
| absolute rubbish. |
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| Theresa |
| I thought you were pulling a Jay. |
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| EddieZilker |
Reading awful poetry on the internet
defies expectations for the scarcity of wit
subtlety, taste, and composition.
If I believed in an inner child, mine is suing for emancipation. How could I neglect him? How?
By reading the OP's filth on the internet is how. |
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| dayl1ght |
| quote: | Originally posted by EddieZilker
Reading awful poetry on the internet
defies expectations for the scarcity of wit
subtlety, taste, and composition.
If I believed in an inner child, mine is suing for emancipation. How could I neglect him? How?
By reading the OP's filth on the internet is how. |
hahahah well put :tongue3 |
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