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Your Anger

a yell. an exchange of hatred spewing faster than  Yellowstone poisonous and flowing through my veins reaching deadly levels into  my heart

succumbing into the darkness. broken beyond

the bitterness.

#anger #coronavirus poetry #yelling #mylife #poetry

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Breakup Poem #11

Weight of tears vary. Death= three elephants with airline luggage. Stubbed toe=an awkwardly packed bag with shoe purchases. Blackened stubbed toe= five awkwardly packed bags of shoes. Friend moving away=all of your school textbooks loaded in a flimsy backpack. First love break-up: Sisyphus’s boulder unmoveable from your chest.

#love poem #breakup poems #breakup #poetry #short poem #love #heartache #tears #sorrow

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Breakup Poem #4

Even though he said                                                 goodbye, I still long for another

                                                 hello.

#love poem #breakup #breakup poem #poetry #i miss you #love #short poem

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Breakup Poem #7

What is worse?

Silence--uninterrupted except by phantom vibrations; checking for a text, any crumb hinting  he still wants you. Or a

Passive routine--morning (minus the good), how are you, okay; no more declarations of love, affection or sorrowful absence.

#poem #love poem #breakup #breakup poem #poetry #short poem #breakup poems

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Breakup Poem #3

Chest tightens, air leaders in lungs                        sharp jabs prod through the rib cage. Doctor, don't bother diagnosing, It's not a panic attack Nor cardiovascular failures.

This is life without his love.  

#breakup #poetry #love #broken #ill #poem #short poem

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His Poem Part II

I wanted to tell you anything that could break your heart. That it was all a game, or a practical joke woven together like an elaborate cat's cradle. That I never cared but sought the attention of others, not to get a reaction out of you, but to satisfy the wild urges running through my veins.

 I wanted to tell you that I hate you, even despise you with the toxicity of a bubbling volcano, and will never forgive you for breaking my heart, ripping the muscular strands as you did the spider’s crystalline web, in order to be with her. Her who had everything; big boobs and none of my inadequacies none of my ups and downs.

 I wanted to tell you that it’s never going to happen again when you reconnected as a friend but hinted at deeper feelings. Yet, down in the recesses of my caged heart I found the smoldering embers, the ones I thought were extinguished after years of booze and random sexual encounters.

 I wanted to tell you many things. things that I felt you deserved and earned after everything we’ve been through. Things that I felt I should have said according to the social norms of our situation. But instead I told you what I never planned to say again yet desperately wanted to. After all of this I told you that

I love you.

#ex boyfriend #love #poetry #new beginnings #forgiveness

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Still one of my favorites to perform!

How to be High School Girl Drunk

We’ve all been in this state before, on college weekends, birthdays, maybe even St. Patrick’s Day. Today, children, we learn how to be High School Girl drunk.

First, it helps if you have no food in your stomach so the alcohol goes straight into your blood stream. Then take a shot. Of anything. Take lots of ‘em. Don’t be a pussy. Start with Vodka, or Rum working your way up to the experience of tequila. Don’t let the first shot sit too long before taking the second. The more shots you do, the less it burns. Just rejoice as your insides warm with the tingling elixir of life.

Once you’re done pre-gaming, go to a frat Any frat is fine, you’re too drunk to notice whether they’re all coke addicts or lax bros. With the rum and coke splashing in your plastic Poland Spring bottle You make your grand entrance. The party has arrived, you screech. Let the techno beats fill your body, extending to your outstretched limbs as keg beer splashes in a red solo cup. Don’t mind the girl you spilled beer on, You’re so wrapped up in the music, she’ll get over it. Interrupt the boys’ beer pong game to dance on the table, so all eyes can be on your body seizing to the beats.

Next, find a guy—or girl, either will do. Start flirting and hinting at bedroom activities. Once you have them, convincing them that they’ll be getting lucky tonight— Start puking. Try to make it to the scummy bathroom; that is the only rule.

Once your stomach is settled, start yelling at the people dragging you home, then start crying—over anything. Even about the potential one night stand you left on the wet, soiled basement floor. You puke again, and finally make it back to your tiny dorm room. Congratulations! You have been high school girl drunk.

Now you’ll be laughed at ‘till next weekend. Not that you’ll remember it. Not that you’re a rarity.

#flashback

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A Generation Without Morals

A generation is at fault for lacking morals.

A generation is at fault for not knowing about Handwritten thank you notes App-less socialization Participation without selfies Actual dating (not between the sheets)

A generation is at fault for not teaching Please, Thank You and You’re Welcomes Internet-less activities Valuing self worth without selfies Role models without sex tapes.

A generation is at fault for lacking morals.

#our generation #where are the parents #not our fault #a generation without morals #poem

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“Which author would you want to bring into 2015″ is such a hard question to answer I mean you could watch Arthur Conan Doyle despair over everything Sherlock Holmes within the last century or you could present Douglas Adams with an iPad

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His Poem

I want to tell you everything, about those Oneonta nights; the frat brothers, my drunken rants about your callous embraces, smug smiles and apathy for my feelings.

I want to tell you that I hate you, that I slept with him to finally feel love? No, just to feel—something, anything. To feel like to someone else my breasts weren’t too small, my hair wasn’t too long, my height wasn’t too tall, my spirit wasn’t too wild.

I want to tell you that your eyes are scalpels ready to dissect into a victim’s flesh. My innards spill onto your floor every night, the blood and sausage-like guts yours for the taking, to use for Christmas decorations.

I want to tell you that I know you’re tired of me holding a knife to my throat crying crying for you to get away— crying for you to stay.

I want to tell you that I am sick and tired of pretending that I don’t need affection that I don’t care as well that you are just some guy I go home with that I don’t even cuddle with that I’m glad you broke up with me that it wasn’t yours—

I want to tell you that if given the chance I probably would have stayed with you in another state waiting to be discarded on another day.

#ex boyfriend #love sucks #poetry #writing

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Who was I even with?

What the hell happened? Another crazy night?

Was I drunk?

A product of rough sex?

There was a condom, I hope.

I just gotta know.

How did I get the scratch on my wrist.

And this bruise?

The aftermath of a domestic spat, perhaps.

Why is my Achilles heel bleeding on my foot

And why does my hand have rug burn marks?

Why does my right eye have a broken blood vessel

And how on earth did my shirt get ripped in two pieces?

Does anyone know the answers? If you do please call.

If I was belligerent, obnoxious, or anything of the sort

Many apologies, I just gotta know.

I just want to know so I can piece it together

And have a story to tell for my fiction class.

#roughsex #drunk

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How to be High School Girl Drunk

We’ve all been in this state before, on college weekends, birthdays, maybe even St. Patrick’s Day. Today, children, we learn how to be High School Girl drunk.

First, it helps if you have no food in your stomach so the alcohol goes straight into your blood stream. Then take a shot. Of anything. Take lots of ‘em. Don’t be a pussy. Start with Vodka, or Rum working your way up to the experience of tequila. Don’t let the first shot sit too long before taking the second. The more shots you do, the less it burns. Just rejoice as your insides warm with the tingling elixir of life.

 Once you’re done pre-gaming, go to a frat Any frat is fine, you’re too drunk to notice whether they’re all coke addicts or lax bros. With the rum and coke splashing in your plastic Poland Spring bottle You make your grand entrance. The party has arrived, you screech. Let the techno beats fill your body, extending to your outstretched limbs as keg beer splashes in a red solo cup. Don’t mind the girl you spilled beer on, You’re so wrapped up in the music, she’ll get over it. Interrupt the boys’ beer pong game to dance on the table, so all eyes can be on your body seizing to the beats.

 Next, find a guy—or girl, either will do. Start flirting and hinting at bedroom activities. Once you have them, convincing them that they’ll be getting lucky tonight— Start puking. Try to make it to the scummy bathroom; that is the only rule.

 Once your stomach is settled, start yelling at the people dragging you home, then start crying—over anything. Even about the potential one night stand you left on the wet, soiled basement floor. You puke again, and finally make it back to your tiny dorm room. Congratulations! You have been high school girl drunk.

 Now you’ll be laughed at ‘till next weekend. Not that you’ll remember it. Not that you’re a rarity.

#drunk girls #howtobedrunk

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DUALITY: Feminine TRIPLICITY (ELEMENT): Earth QUADRUPLICITY (QUALITY): Mutable Virgo is reserved, modest, practical, discriminating and industrious, analytical and painstaking, seeking to know and understand.

RULING PLANET: Mercury: Ancient god of...

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When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no. One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.” [[MORE]] She refused again, but right after class she went to the principal’s office and told them what happened. They searched his locker and there was a gun in his backpack. When he was arrested, some of my sister’s friends (some female, even) told her that she was selfish for saying no so many times. That because of her, the entire school was in jeopardy. That it wouldn’t have killed her to say yes and give it a try, but because she was so mean to him, he lost his temper. Many of her male friends said it was “girls like her” that made all women seem like cockteases. Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up? Years later, when I was a senior, I was the only girl in my Criminal Justice class. The teacher, who used to be a sergeant in the police force, told us a story of something that had happened to a girl he knew when she was in high school. There was a guy who obviously had a crush on her and he made her uncomfortable. One day he finally gathered up the courage to ask her out, and she said no. The next day, during an assembly, he pulled a gun on her in front of everyone and threatened to kill her if she didn’t date him. He was tackled to the ground and the gun was taken from him. When my teacher asked the class who was at fault for the crime, I was the only person who said the boy was. All the other kids in the class (who were all boys) said that the girl was, that if she had said yes he would’ve never lost it and brought a gun and tried to kill her. When my teacher said that they were wrong and that this is what is wrong with society, that whenever a white boy commits a crime it’s someone else’s fault (music, television, video games, the victim) one boy raised his hand and literally said; “But if someone were to punch me and I punched him back, who is at fault for the fight? He is, not me. It’s self-defence. She started it, so anything that happens to her is in reaction to her actions .It’s simple cause and effect.” Even though he spent the rest of the calss period ripping into the boys and saying that you are always responsible for your own actions, and that women are allowed to say no and do not have to date them, they left class laughing about how idiotic he was and that he clearly had no idea how much it hurt to be rejected. So now we have a new school shooting, based solely on the fact some guy couldn’t get laid, and I see men, boys, applaudin him, or if they’re not applauding him, they’re laying blame on women as a whole. Just like my sister’s friends did. Just like the boys in my Criminal Justice class did. This isn’t something that’s rare. This isn’t something that never happens, or that a select group of men feel as if they are so entitled to women that saying no is not only the worst possible thing a woman can do, but is considered a form of “defence” when they commit a crime upon them (whether it be rape or murder-as-a-reaction-towards-rejection). Girls are being killed for saying no to prom invites. Girls are being killed for saying no to men. They are creating an atmosphere where women are too scared to say no, and the worst part is? They are doing it intentionally. They want society to be that way, they want women to say yes entirely out of fear. Even the boys and men who aren’t showing up to schools with guns are saying; “Well, you know, I wouldn’t do that, but you have to admit that if she had just said yes …” If you are a man and you defend this guys’ actions or try to find an excuse for it, or you denounce what really happened, or in any way lay blame on women, every girl you know, every woman you love, has just now thought to themselves that you might lose your shit and kill them someday for saying no. You have just lost their trust. And you know what? You deserve to lose it.

cry laugh feel love peace panic:  

"Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up?" -vampmissedith.tumblr.com

THIS IS MANDATORY READING!

(via feminist-space)

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS.

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What's up with "alot," "allot," and "a lot"?

If we got a dollar every time someone used “alot” instead of “a lot,” we’d be able to buy Tumblr.

Here’s the rundown on alot, allot, and a lot.

If you’re a fan of comics, you should definitely check out Allie Brosh’s blog.

As far as allot and a lot are concerned, here is the TL;DR answer:

Although we have not gone over our allotted space, we think we’ve said a lot, so with a recap (featuring Alot), we bid you adieu.

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