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є 1208372

The List

She said there are things I'd like to do
Before I die, but I have no time.
So as her mouth made love to her cigarette
I thought about all the time wasted
Giving head to white sticks
Made of nicotine and death.
Every time used for touching yourself
Inappropriately hoping to God
Your dead grandmother cannot see you
Or all the times spent fucking someone
Whom you only wanted вАШcause they made you wet.

Every second taken to check yourself
In the mirror, cracked from becoming
So drunk you threw your door open in rage,
Breaking it against a rack filled with shoes
You never needed. The minutes and hours
Spent sinking, like quicksand into the fibers
Of a couch watching images that never tell
You anything different, flicker inside a box
Made of plastic and wires.

All the time accumulated like dust
Under a rug, sitting and thinking
About everything you could be doing
Or all the people you never saw more
Of because you're too busy.
She said there are things I would like to do
Before I die, I have a list, flicking
A climaxed filter to the ground
Forgetting the time she spent to suck it down.


list.

Author: Shannon McGovern
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Date: 05/04/2020


є 1207694

A List Of What Happens In Moments

Snowflakes melt
Smiles flicker
Eyes light up
Sunlight glints
Love happens
Life conceives
First kisses
Leaves fall
Tears form
Then are brushed away
Ropes snap
Hearts break
Flames turn to ash
Energy turns to nothing
Stars collapse
Death comes
The road there is long and painful
Nevertheless when you get there
Your life will seem but a moment


list,  moments.

Author: Luka Love
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Date: 05/04/2020

є 1207493

Bucket list

I like feeling
Insignificant in
Comparison to
The large scale
Of things.
That's why
Before i die,
I want to spend
A week beside the ocean.
& every night,
I want to sit right
Where the shore meets the sand
And feel as free as the waves
Crashing in the distance.
And i want to go find
A rooftop, that's just the perfect height
And get some blankets
And fall asleep,
Just a speck in a
Massive space.
But somehow, that doesn't scare me
The way it should.


bucket,  list.

Author: ky
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Date: 04/04/2020

є 1204868

WISH LIST

I wish I could have free time,
For my body my mind,
I wish to workout i never did,
I wish to write without forgetting,
I wish to have money for my all fantasy's,
I wish to never get touched again in timed medications,
I wish I never fall for someone who broke me in limitations,
I wish to become what I wanted to be,
I wish to make disappear the problems which kill me to be me,
I wish to rewind and review the happy hours,
I wish to make the world understand the difference between guns and flowers,
I wish to teleport the pain to ground,
I wish to have love each other and all around,
As the wishes cloud never get a end,
Likewise I've to calculate the quality time and become the trend


list.

Author: Akash mazumdar
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Date: 02/04/2020


є 1204787

To Do List

They say there is no try.
But it seems that's all I do.
Nothing is ever finished,
Nothing ever comes through.
No job is too small,
No task is too big and yet I fail
To accomplish anything at all.
A list a million miles
Of all that I have tried
Is stained with drops
Of the tears that I've cried.


list.

Author: Amanda
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Date: 02/04/2020

є 1204665

Target list

I made a list of stuff I have to get at target
I'm sitting on my bed only it feels like a shitty island
The only appealing feeling to me is helplessness and a shower
I want to cough in the shower and feel like I'm losing everything
I don't want to choose my Sunday I
Want Sunday to choose me
Can you let me put my nose in your neck
I realize that I have a different kind of angst now that I want to cry about
Nothing to you
I woke up and wanted you
I want you when I have bad posture I want to hunch my back next to you
I'm really not forgetting about you
You've told me about you crying and I want to watch a movie and cry with you
I wonder what your arms feel like


list,  target.

Author: LET
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Date: 02/04/2020


є 1200538

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (List I)

What lips my lips have kissed,
And where,
And why;
I know not why.

What arms have held me,
And how tightly,
And how rightly;
I know not why.

He was my friend
Of all friends, but
It was futile to be
Just friends.
So, i
Let him have me,
All of me.
Nothing shatters you
Like a first love.

He gets all of you,
Drags away these
Shards of you
That stick in his memory,
Of that desperate girl who
Only wanted to be loved by him.
But could not trust him,
And rightly so.

For when he has grown sick
Of you,
And that girl at the party
Was simply easier to be with - -
More vanilla,
Less rocky road,
And he never really
Loved you at
All --
Something is killed
Inside of you.

[but i know you did love me and i
Know you still think about me,
Like i still write about you. ]

He was my friend but
We had never been together
Alone. i knew that
He wanted all of me.
And i wanted all of him.
Yet, i held him,
His body trembling
In my arms,
And he was still too in love
With that other girl
To take advantage
Of me.
[he loved this girl that
Made him move to the states,
That lived with him and loved him,
And then loved another
And then slept, soundly, next to him
In the darkness. ]

I had just met him
And just kissed him
And just fell too fast for this
Fast-moving man.
We strolled along the
Charles, and he told me i was
Beautiful and gave me a flower
Like they do in those
Idiotic romantic comedies
That we all can't help but love.
And when he kissed me on
The bridge - -
Grabbed my wrist and
Thrust me into his
Lips - -
The city lights
Illuminated our
Fervent faces,
And then i let him have
Most of me,
And at that hollywood moment
I forgot that
Men will do these things.
And leave you naked in the night.
And say they'll call.
[they never do. ]

He was just a
Flat out
Mistake.
There was nothing
Poetic
About us.
I do always strive,
In living,
For pure poetry.

Three days later,
He was another mistake.
He kissed me and i forced
The passion because i just
Wanted to be close to someone
And he was there, and it was easy,
And i never should have asked
Him to be with me
That night. i know that
Now.

And so, the girl i had been
So long ago
No longer exists.
And thus, i feign my
Demeanor,
My kindness to
Strangers.
It's simply affectation.
Because, from what i've
Ascertained
In my exceedingly dramatic life,
Most people are shit.
No, seriously.
Most people
Are shit.

And so, why bother with recounting
What loves have come and gone,
For my innocence is now gone.
Summer sang in me for a short while,
And these flames extinguished
Its voice.

He was exactly like my first love.
An asshole.
Hilarious, gorgeous,
But an asshole as it was.
And still, i let him have
Most of me,
And feigned my amicable demeanor,
And spent the day with him.
And when he left i cried
Because i knew what this
Had meant nothing to
Either of us, and it was
Finally
Getting to me.

For the next few months
I convinced myself that i could be
Alone, that being with someone,
Really being with them
Would simply
Dim the unrestrained sparks inside of me.
Thus i realize i stand frozen in the snow - -
In winter stands the lonely tree, which is me.
And i apprehend that the fucks i give
Vanish one by one.
And i apprehend that my heart
Boughs more silent than ever before.

That is,
Until he asks me to grab
A drink or two,
And stay the night at my
Place, and says
He's looking for something
Casual, at first.
And sex.
And if we were compatible,
He is o p e n
For a relationship.
And i let him have
Most of me that
Night. and we had
A stressless
Non-relationship
For a while.
That is,
Until i wanted him
To stay longer than an hour
[which even the assholes
Deign to do]
And at the drop
Of a hat, in his eyes,
I'mattached.

Well maybe i am.
But he will
Never know that.
Because he doesn't want

Me.
Nor does he care about
The person, the woman, who inhabits
The body he has been exploiting.
He is the very opposite of poetry.
He is prose.
He is a box
Who does not
Want to get
Attached to
Me because
He is scared
As all hell
That maybe
I could be
The one to
Turn his prose into
A free verse, to open up his
Life to love, but instead
He closeshimselfup
To me, to the notion,
Hibernating in his
Lovely shell.

The air is awash of ghosts
Tonight who tap and sigh,
Who long to take
Back the body they
So readily seized when
It was open for them. they
Await my reply. but in my
Heart remains a quiet pain
For all of these lads who
Will remain now
Unremembered and who
Will no longer turn to me
At midnight with a cry,
Convinced my disguise is
Who i am.

[what they know won't
Hurt them.
But it absolutely will
Hurt me. ]


kissed,  lips,  list.

Author: Laura Robin
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Date: 29/03/2020

є 1199579

Shopping List

I am watching TV
On Saturday afternoon,
When
Trash
Reality television
Comes on.

I flip
Vacantly
Through the channels.

My roommate's dog
Begins barking
At dogs on a
Commercial about
Dog food.

I decide to change
The channel to DOGTV.

The colors are strange,
A dichromatic thing.

But
The music is
Relaxing.

The dogs can watch it
So, I can
Get to writing
Poetry.

My hands find a
Pen and
Notebook,
And I begin
To write:

"Shopping List:
1. dog food... "


list,  shopping.

Author: Cullen Donohue
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Date: 28/03/2020

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