WORDSOFTHEPEOPLE

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[wordsofthepeople]

Seventy Summer

And as many times as I’ve tried to ignore you, to ignore this This is where I’ve ended up Not happy but with no one else to blame but myself 

Nobody called while she was out Disappointment appears Deepening the hole that we’ve dug Standing in the corner Desperately trying to figure it all out Next move, next move, next move Shadows stir and I get excited They’re moving back at the end of the year I’ve wasted all this time dealing with me And they’ll be gone soon And it will be sad soon 

Hollow away in your shit-filled room Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares You’re the melody that nobody can get You might as well die, you might as well just be dead Wishes are followed, doors are slammed Here we go, here we go Scream alone in your shit-filled room Empty your pain-tainted heart And it’ll all be okay I promise you, girl 

And as many times as I’ve tried to walk away, to get away From everything you Next to me, there you are Not happy but with no one else to blame but myself 

Don’t let your tears run Capture them, cut them off God, damn them, God, damn them Don’t let her waste away all alone Thanks to a few words and a silent phone 

And as many times as you’ve tried to clean yourself up, to clean your room up It’s still not good enough, never good enough Therefore, No one else to blame but yourself

(bria)

[wordsofthepeople]

Built to be a soulmate

I'll talk to you tomorrow, in any case I'll think of you And dream of every moment from here to hereafter So when we meet our memories will be The sweetest of what's come to be And time will tell our words will meet a match, Love, forevermore I'll comfort you Though in my sleep we'll part anew We'll greet each other in the day,  Until the one with no departure date No predetermined kiss to be our last.

-sweetsuccubi-pie

[wordsofthepeople]

Hipster Queen

She is our Queen. Her hair, done up in a bun, Is glorious. Her glasses are large rimmed and non prescription. Even WE don't know The voices singing in her ears. She is our Queen.

The large sweater she wears, Is from a thrift store she lives 5 mins from. The elbow patches We're sewn on by non other than herself. The rings on her fingers are stolen From her grandmother's jewelry box She is our Queen.

She has seen all of Wes Anderson's films in small independently owned movie theaters. She is our Queen.

She is an art major and smokes cigarettes outside the building between classes. She is our Queen.

We bow down and kiss her vintage doc martins in hopes she will grace us with a glance of gratitude. She is our Queen And we serve her.

-monamiac

[wordsofthepeople]

I want now what I wanted then

Way way down, deep as the ocean There is a part of me that is hoping

There is a guy who won't take my crap, Take my break-up words, and spit them back.

Holds onto me with a fire that I fan and do not douse. Who whispers to me that I'm a liar, And as frightened as a mouse

-pandapaws-and-forget-me-nots

[wordsofthepeople]

butter

i've had innumerable moments

where i felt that i loved you.

i'd have moments of warmth

and tingles.

your butter so soft.

it's made me fat.

and i can't breathe

i can't run away

i'm stuck in your butter

your blanket

smooth soft serve butter

it's bad for my health

-mustarrrrd

[wordsofthepeople]

and in my loneliness I turned to  someone who seemed to have lent me  their ear but they were of their own body and I bore nothing but my own fingerprints 

-lividpoet

[wordsofthepeople]

Blahblahblah Heart

Now I’m settled in what used to be So comfortable And there are pains inside me Stating you shouldn’t try me And I’m Trying to get past, Trying to get over But this is like a rock; just unbreakable and hard I better not, We’re better off… 

Dreams of nightmarish days, Days when we had to be unfair This isn’t clear, As if I could make it any clearer: I love you now 

Lay down the stepping stones for you to walk all over me Play the blame game when it comes time to be Done And that place equals you Through and through, It’s too much

(bria)

[wordsofthepeople]

darling,  i want you to know that the fear is part of your living.

i want you to know that you are not the only one crying themselves to sleep tonight.

i want you to know  that you have a right to your emotions

to your sadness and anger and emptiness and happiness

- all that is real.  let no one tell you differently.

darling, i want you to know that you have a right to be ragged.

you have a right to show the spaces time and life have shaped in your jawline

your back your thighs

the curve of your hip the arch of your foot

the spaces between your neck and eyes and hairline.

you have a right to appear weak-kneed and pale-skinned in public.

you have a right to unsheathe your claws and bare your teeth like a lion at the door.

do not think of yourself as a sailing ship.  think

of yourself as the whole goddamn sea think of yourself as the sky above and the foam on the waves and of the storms you can make or tame.

do not think of yourself as merely the moon think

of yourself as the whole fucking sky think of  yourself as the sun and stars - they are not afraid to burn they are not hesitant to be bright darling the moon is one thing but you are another and another and another -

darling, i want you to know that no one will ever know the inside of your ribcage  better than you do.

i want you to know that your bones are made of something strong something found in nature and something that will  be returned to nature one day.

-brasswords

[wordsofthepeople]

Anyway

Anyway he said, anyway Anyway he did, anyway Any, way

-theboredpoet

[wordsofthepeople]

Better off without me

I didn’t do it to hurt you. I did it to release yourself of me.  You no longer have to worry about me and how I may or may not be doing.  That is if you were worrying or thinking about me and how I may or may not be doing in the first place.  I never wanted to annoy you. I only wanted to love you…. For you to love me.  But I see now that was wistful thinking You may have cared about me, But not enough. So I did you, and myself, a favor and subtracted the problem. You can go on and do something great, while I have been put on hold 6 feet under. Whether you look at it at this way or not; I did it for you. It’s always been for you.  You don’t know I can see, but I’m here.  It’s been a week since I did it… And you’ve barely stopped with those tears rolling down that beautiful face.  I never wanted this, I want you to be happy. Not sad over a good for nothing, bad excuse of space like me. Please stop… I never wanted this. I know you’ll get better. It will all get better and you’ll see that it was for the best.  You probably have that weight that has been lifted off of you…. Maybe that’s why your crying. Because you know you shouldn’t feel like that, but you do. You’ll live a great life, my love. The gathering is over and you can get on with your life and do beautiful things and be beautiful.  I believe in you.

-stormy-rose

[wordsofthepeople]

I want to be passionate, subordinate Diseased to the chords Love's been cruel, poison stuck to the papillae Enough's broken down enough No more vapid call and response I'm living out the sunrises now, I'm seeking a beautiful love.

-pandapaws-and-forget-me-nots

[wordsofthepeople]

Fall in love with yourself.

Fall in love with yourself at 1:13 PM today. Look at yourself and notice the tiny details nobody ever noticed, talk to yourself and look at the moves your neck makes. You might get self-obsessed. Dress yourself with passion and cope with being alone. Don’t cope with being fragile, it’s not beautiful. Fall in love with your content darkness, it’s so you. The one thing only you know how to love and understand. Don’t buy a pet. It’s already lonely enough. You both don’t need each others’ company. At 5 PM, sit in your room and have lunch, see that happy couple from the window, don’t feel alone anymore, you won’t feel the emptiness inside if you stopped thinking about curing it. You’re your own partner. At 4 AM, take a look at your tired eyes and messy hair, I bet you’d want to kiss your own pain away. At 5 AM, you still aren’t able to fall asleep, you’ll learn how to be gentle to yourself, you won’t wake up to think about harming yourself and pushing down on yourself too much to get an image of yourself that will not make you happier. At 5:16, you’re still thinking about how they left, remove it from your head, take a shower and wash them out of your hair. At 6AM, close your eyes quickly, for they don’t need to be tired. At 8AM, wake up and feel fine, look at how your fingers touch your skin and slowly move through your hair, how they touch your lips when you don’t know if you should go back to sleep or think about it all again, fall in love with it all. Go back to sleep and cuddle with yourself, go back to sleep knowing that you have you. And that you’ll make it through, at 11 PM, wake up, again, realizing that it’s all fine now, and that you love yourself too much that you don’t feel a bit of sadness about it anymore.

-crystallizedbubblegum.

[wordsofthepeople]

Sharp Apostrophes

Things from under my skin, Imperfect body measures Empty words floating in and out, In and out of you Things from under my skin, Seeping out all hurt Hoping to lose it permanently 

Your eyes fixated on me My lips fixated on you I can’t handle this well And you know, This stress isn’t something I can get around You’re not something I can fit around 

And Things from under your skin, Undesirable perceptions of the world Tingling in my wrists, Somebody’s walking in my veins Up and down Things from under your skin, Melting out, shutting down Hoping to lose permanently 

Your eyes fixated on me

My lips fixated on you I can’t handle this well And you know, This stress isn’t something I can get around You’re not something I can fit around 

These Things from under our skin, Converging in pain and love Making something so vile We promise nothing in the end Just these Things from under our skin, Bleeding into the next week Hoping to lose you permanently 

Your eyes fixated on me My lips fixated on you I can’t handle this well And you know, This stress isn’t something I can get around You’re not something I can fit around 

Curl me up, toss you away Fight the death, secretly want to die Watch it as it flows, Things from under my skin

(bria)

[wordsofthepeople]

The journey of the nothing.

What’s wrong with us? We complicate things, we say we don’t care about the society when we sometimes do, we compare ourselves with others when we should compare ourselves with the old us. A fucked-up society full of stupid people. Because when a guy smokes, the society will look at him as he killed someone or raped a girl. And when a girl smokes the society will look at her as she lost her virginity. We judge people before putting ourselves in their shoes.  We do stuff we don’t like to impress people who don’t give a damn about us, we act like we love a certain genre of music to impress people, we wear what gets attention, we’re all hypocrites and attention-seekers. We lie and act like we care about each other because we need people to care about us too, we’re fragile creatures actually.

That’s why I love isolation.

Remember when we used to smile? When we weren’t that depressed and desperate to feel loved? When we didn’t over-think about everything? When life was so simple? I wanna go back to those days.

-didophrenic

[wordsofthepeople]

Every day I miss you, The melody of your voice, the scent of your skin.

Every day I miss you, The rhythm of your heartbeat, the cute morning grin.

Every day I miss you, Your arms signifying home, my love continues.

-cdoemland

[wordsofthepeople]

On a trip due True North

I want your Winter Ale mouth Canceling out my raised up south- ern passive agressive voice, I don't want you to give me A choice, between where I'm at, And where we're going. I'm consumed by the fires of wanting Our own individual ways, And it's a path we've been exhuming on our own For far too long, to give up on Fighing the bush, and goin sailing, We'll start with Canada, and then we'll roam. I don't care if we end up in Ibiza, Paraguay, or Volos But let's agree to start moving home.

-sweetsuccubi-pie

[wordsofthepeople]

Untitled #120

Icy Looking for a home I see Love matters most In matters of the skin

(bria)