So, you intimidate me.
It's not your height,
and it's not your easy smile.
Maybe I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing
and scaring you away.
So instead I don't say anything at all.
So, I find myself wanting to impress you.
You find me amusing,
you think I'm pretty,
and you like my eyes.
But when I'm with you, for some reason
I find my lips glued closed.
My tongue holds back words
that rise in my throat.
Trust me - my demons have long since been vanquished.
I caught you watching me that night,
and I enjoyed your eyes on me.
Yet here I sit,
too afraid to tell you this,
because it feels like if I say the wrong word,
even think the wrong thought,
you'll give up and walk away.
And right now, I don't know if I can take that again.
Please tell me what you think
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i like the poem but i think the part i enjoyed most reading this was russ's little story there at the bottom. god that boy... *shakes head*
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Heyyy, sorry I havent been on this site to read your stuff for a while. Forgot about this site with the move and all.
But this is awesome. One random question, though...is this is a story, or is this based on something realÉ (this keyboard is so screwed up...that is supposed to be a question mark.) -
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I forgive you, worry not.
It's a true story. Most of my stuff is.
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just strait up sya that shit. grab the fucker by the hair and tell 'em to their face "listen up fucker I ______ (Insert words) " And then spit in there eye or something. make them feel like your bitch. Know were I can get any hash? all my connections dont wanna talk to me cause I buy their shit all the time and they run out too fast... I thought that was a good thing, but I guess they are little bitches and don't know how to push dates for delivery or some shit. What a bunch of fags. Oh fuxk, I drank all my beer tonight and I'm too drunk to go and get some more from the store. I just wanna get really drunk, smoke some hash and just let the buzz take affect, that would be the perfect way to end a hard day of sweating my sack of in this heat wearing coveralls and a fucking hardhat all day.... OH and your poem was pretty cool. You gotta take control of that situation. Speak your mind cause time is running short and I live by this peice of knowledge that was passed down to me... And I'm telling you it now. "Better to be hated then forgotten".
-Miguel
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Russ, you're a dumbass.
Your little rants are always amusing, what with your swearing and going on about sweating and beer and drugs. I'm so lucky to have a friend like you.
But the thing is, you can't make someone like you. And unlike you, I'm not totally willing to jump into the sack with anything on two legs. Or maybe I am, I just won't admit it? Whatever.
Anyway. Yeah, no. I'd rather be forgotten than hated.
Thanks for your words though, dude.
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I may be a dumbass, but I know how to tell people off and not get walked on. Don't be afraid to get mean. Sometimes thats the only way to get through to some people. Oh and I couldn't get any hash. So I settled for a small bag of weed.... When are we gonna have a party at your house? My house is getting old. That settles it then, Mike and I are gonna come over on friday and chill for a day or two.
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True. I envy you for that. I'm too nice, sometimes. I just don't know how to be mean to some people. I'm a wimp and a lapdog, remember?
HAHAHAHA. Yeah, good luck with that. Coming over on Friday, I mean. No one's gonna be home, sucka.
If I ever get my own place, though.... Boy oh boy.
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I like this, alot.
It's easy to relate to.
Anyone who walks away from you, doesnt deserve you anyway.
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Thanks, lovely. For real.
*sigh*
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