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Goddamn it, now I have more posts than I do followers. I felt cool when it… wasn’t.. like that.

A Love Hate Wannabe Date

 HEY, how are you? Here’s a fun poem for ya. Criticism, comments, opinions, questions, lemme hear them! I love feedback, no matter what it may be.

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“Baby, baby, I know you, when we met,

One day special out and in your home here,

The warmth of each other would begin and let you be something I’ll forever hold dear.

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Now the past isn’t through with you,

Gripping you back the ambulance to the doctors room,

Gnawing and forgetting to chew, but it’s true

When I told you your past is dead,

I couldn’t care what indulges you’ve fed

Or whatever you’ve tread

I wanted your love, after all said.

After all said, I wanted you,

And you wouldn’t believe what I’d do to stay with you,

My obsessions only grew with you,

Finding ways to redo what’s been done,

Finding how to win battles to be won and to treat my mental stuns,

How to keep from all shuns and to do all I could to make you mine in time.

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I’ll write this all for you my dear,

No matter the reputations and amateur ratings I may receive,

I write this all from deep down in the colors of expression,

Joy, anxiety, and fabulous fear.

I’m tired of waiting for nothing, I will not be patient for a disease.

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Beautiful baby girl,

You’ve unfold and undone my world.

With words and vows untold,

I’ve left us out in the fringing cold.

Rest now, I’ll care for myself.

It’s you, and me, and nobody else.

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We’ve got nothing to lose anymore,

Nothing but our soul and each other.

And I have no playful and teasing core,

It’s time for me to end each other’s bothers.

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And I can see you feel the same,

And trying to take ownership of the blame.

But it’s about time you’re just my dame,

Leaving behind the sick and the lame.

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Spending my life with you my matured strawberry love,

It’s time we head to whatever could be above or beyond,

Kiss goodbye all your loved ones and favorite songs,

And for the end of it all, we find we’ve been making one all along.

Our lives our art, both yours and mine.

Feel the veins wrapping, our hearts forever entwined.

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Fold your paper wings,

We have no landscapes to traverse.

Just wrestle my hand in yours,

Rest and caress with me in the desert.

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The sun sets low, and we’re all nothing but silhouettes by the end of the day.

And when in the final hours, we begin to decay.

The wind dishevels our hair, as we begin to say,

“Beautiful you, I wouldn’t, for the ending of my life, have it any other way.”

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Drowned troubles, life and love flourishing about,

Side by side, from our corpses, flowers began to sprout.”

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Thank you for reading, my lovely viewer.

People say that odds are you’re more attractive than you may think. Apparently, though, the human race sees me differently. JOAONJLHJALSDKGFD:SMDD A:D:NDHoaixd I must become a lesbian.

Fucking tumblr, encouraging me to write stuff at 1 in the morning. Fuck my habits of hobbies, AND YOU TUMBLR. YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Today, I found a gay today.

I walked away but he asked me to stay,

I began to say “but you’re gay”,

But he led me astray and together we started to play.

So.

Today, I became gay today.

Here’s a nice write for ya’ll. Like my others, unrevised, unedited, rough. Oh well.

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Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But the milk will never spoil.

When the paparazzi be crowding my phones,

My career will never have toil.

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I’m a picture perfect hound,

Looking about the Hollywood chart,

Taunting all around,

For nothing other than the sound, “You got the part!”

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Is that what will happen?

You dried up, douchebag drone.

You have never heard the stories of all those lost, left lapping around the Hollywood zone?

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They don’t work, they’re chosen!

Born into the business of the beat and broken.

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Working for the big bosses,

Working to save their losses,

The dream is that of a desperate child,

You’ve traveled miles for your talented style,

Exceeded the trials until you face the final!

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You’ll be shot down, and thank god for that,

You’re another slave of the prostituted pack,

Selling yourself for the anorexic brats

Of who, without, all friendships, you’d lack.

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You’re an actress for sure,

Acting like you know wrong from right.

Disguising yourself as a blur,

Hiding your intentions and mentality from our sights.

You pretend to be a masterpiece,

A well rounded, right-minded and relished portrait.

But in the big booming business, baby,

You’re so low in rank, you’re one of uncountable subordinates.

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Your plastered, plastic face can’t hide you,

You’re a fake fuck and piece of trash!

You and your kind inspire younger generations

To be the whores you wish there were in the past!

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And I won’t stand for this,

The encouraged, inflated dreams,

The media wars fought,

The new morals taught,

And I’ll be caught dead before I’m a victim of this modern-day evolution with these popular resolutions.

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We’re our own person, but clones of this race,

Though, I will never mask my face.

And you’re a Barbie doll, you were made in China, sister.

Never know your place so long as you’re a blister.

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Thanks for reading, kids. It means a lot. (:

(First post on Tumblr, a poem I made a few nights ago. FUN!)

A first-person poem by Avery, me, though it’s not about me, blah blah blah.

“The Pacific”

“Late night living, lying dead on the couch.

Low cries, drinking, birthing a black hole of doubt.

Cry still, like a stale corpse, he shrivels alone.

Pinching his inner thought, a rupture comes from an ocean roar.

The man, disheveled, turns on his side with a moan,

Every breath is a chore.

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Crack those dark horizons, the ones so dry, the sun’s youthful.

Flutter those sweet eyelashes, raise from the sheets, my beautiful.

Mon cher, lie here with this newfound stranger

Lie there, my dear, my body will save your danger.

Though all odds defy this dreary dream,

And as unrealistic as it is,

Or as profound as it may seem,

Stay entranced within our bubbles of brisk bliss.

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Because you are all I know,

For now you’re all I see,

And with the waking from this dream in tow,

I depart with a repeat of our lip-to-lip scene.

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*Sigh*

Here I awake, in the darkness of my estate.

Slamming the alarm clock, in this gloomy box,

Still somewhat in that spiritual state.

The light seeps in, whether I would want it to, or not.

And another day begins, fueled with extra shots.

I brew a cup or two of some bitter, brown stew

And face what the nights hazard brought:

Drinking too much of the good stuff, again,

Dreamt another scene of my imaginary girlfriend.

Lying alone in my depressive state of mind,

And soon, alone tonight, the same scenario, I’ll find.

My left eye, ruined, will shed no tears.

I miss my old life, one without so many fears.

The loner with the heart of a statue,

To live and rust waiting for some kind admiration.

The lover with the heart of fire

Ambition and care that outmatches all of civilization.

That’s me…

Most dreadful, I’m stalling my chance with the girl of and in my dreams,

The one I hold so dear,

Honestly, my obsession over her flows in flourishing streams

That’s the only thing in my life left clear.

I just wait.

Waiting for my time. Waiting for my prime.

Waiting for my woman. Waiting for my lady.

Waiting for something. Waiting for anything.

I’ll work on my addictions, for this love of my life.

Soon to tell her, when her partner is away,

How I really feel, a taste of my strife.

I’m not waiting this time! This is my prime!

I’m saying that I love this woman, that I love this lady.

I don’t know how I can convey such a deep emotion,

But I WILL say something. I WILL say anything,

Anything that will help her understand, my affection, utter obsession, could fill the Pacific Ocean.

Anything for you.

Just wake next to me, with a face so bright..

Make the dream come true,

In the dawning sunlight.

And maybe after a long built connection,

You can feel the love.

A feel of my soft, smooth, never swaying affection.

Through it all, maybe you could love me, too.

Maybe… you could love me, too.”

It has a few errors, probably, it’s kinda scratchy and unrevised, but eh, I liked it for a quick work.

Thanks for reading, dude/dudet!