Written: September 22, 2026 for a contest sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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Crimson grief coils, a choir sneaks at night,
I’ll stand at your side, unhurried, till first light.
Should stories dissolve as twilight looms,
I hold each word; silence cannot exhume.
Where the twisting road may veer,
I will endure tenaciously, I swear.
This object resembled a phallus
was stored in a rather large chalice
kept close to her bed
it was many times said
Her boyfriend was often quite jealous
whispering through a crescendo
I accommodate his monolingually
always spoke prim and smoothed
commercialize me .
be impeccable or simultaneously lukewarm
never to undress again
classic
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.
The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.
Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.
He’s seen my worst screenshots
On another note..
I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency
Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier
that’s the way my world spins
.
.
A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité
Shameless boys and cigarette butts
Burnt my porcelain skin and singed my heart
Spent years betting on losing horses
Just to feel some dopamine
But oh, young Brenton, he had a charm
A voice of musk and a scent of vanilla
Strapped me onto long motorcycle rides
Oh, dear God, what'll he do next?
His caress, rebellion type of prowess
It nearly strained my lungs to death
The light of day may be ugly and stained
But with him, I'm in a long and deepened sleep...
It's as if I'm a corpse with movement
The way he numbs my labyrinth mind
Testing my senses of separation
Icy cold to heart, yet sizzling to touch
We can tolerate anything
But not being overly loved
It feels like flood sometimes
And famine at other times
He deserts her when she is need
Yet drags her close when he is in need
He doubts her a lot
Criticizes her
And demands her explanations
Yet she gives even more
Because she loves him so much
She admires him
She wants him
And never wants to lose him
She can do anything for him
But who is going to explain
The suffocation of her heart?
He never understands the
Beat of her heart
Because that beat is HIM.......
I believe In my heart
You're done with me
The future we planned
I guess will never be
The love we once shared
It is now all gone
And too soon for me
You will be moving on
If you ever cared for me
It's impossible for me to tell
You're out there living life
I'm here living in hell
You still smile everyday
While everyday I only cry
I was the only one damaged
When you said goodbye
My heart beats so fast
Every time I think of you
I long to hug and kiss you,
But I just can't do.
My body grows cold,
Yet I don't want it to end there.
Knowing you are afar
Leaves my heart in despair.
Let me kiss thy lips,
And feel thy loving hugs.
Let me hold your love,
My love, Gunther.
A goodbye happened before hello,
in some twisted loves, you just know.
I knew it was over before it even began,
suffocated by the calloused hands of a man.
I only saw your eyes in passing,
only one glimpse, and I knew they were worth having.
A goodbye was the very start,
the kind that ruins you in its poetic art.
I didn’t need to know your story.
I watched, noted the places you like to hang out,
you in all your glory.
I stalked for months, had all kinds of fun.
It’s a pity you didn’t when I told you to run.
I liked your bubbly charisma.
I played into it with charm.
You didn’t know all I wanted was to cause you harm.
I tricked you, said I knew your friend,
but when the lights went out, limp and alone,
you knew by the end.
I’m a psycho, a natural-born killer.
I’ve added you to my collection,
in which I’ve labelled thriller.
I said goodbye before hello.
You were pretty, a blonde,
and you didn’t even know.
I frequently make up silly songs
as I go about my day
- does that sound wrong?
Peter’s quite used to it.
Sometimes he sings along
when he sees fit.
It should be mentioned
that I have an awful voice
there have been singing interventions
I’m sorting my closet
one of the tasks on my
get ready for school docket
(*singing*)
“Look at me
I’m as helpless as a lobster up a tree
and if you
ignore the smell
i’m doing swell
feeling frisky
and so much in lovvvvve
Look my way
and as long as your not driving
it’s ok
in fact
it’s just as well
cause I bet you can tell
that I’m frisky
and so much in lovvvve”
.
.
A song for this:
Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney
silliness, songs, boyfriend, voice, humor
Nowadays people have forgotten to love.
Everyday people are changing girlfriends and boyfriends like changing clothes.
People have made love for business nowadays.
Nobody appreciates true feelings and Everyone is giving more importance to body and money.
Nowadays no one loves the heart, even though someone loves the heart but no one appreciates their love.
If both lovers are true lovers, then this society and their family never allows their love to succeed.
I’m prepping for school
the unglamorous labour
that builds a future
I like to read people's ‘back to college’ lists - where I can sample what students are buying this year. I find these lists on college-ish websites like ‘Her Campus.’ The number one desire this year is for Apple Air Pods (I certainly love MY AirPod 4s).
We read in silence,
both contented this counted
as togetherness
Beside lists there are surveys on trends.
“Good news,” I announced to Peter, who was sitting next to me, “hot, weird guys are in,” I said it with the satisfaction of someone whose personal choice has been validated by GenZ.
“I still don’t want one,” he says blandly.
Looking at a list of 'questions for your boyfriend,' I asked,
“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”
“Well, you could lose the clothes,” he suggested, helpfully.
No one cares
but I like his hairs
not one more than another
but his left ear
is superior to the other
you heard it here
.
.
A song for this:
Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John
A baby will be born; I don't know when.
I'll take care of them the best that I can.
I'll give them love and affection beyond tomorrow,
So I won't have to say, "Baby, I'm sorry."
I'll take care of them and give them everything
That the virtues of the world cannot bring.
Make every moment special so life brings them joy.
I will love every moment spent with them, whether it's a girl or a boy.
I’ll be able to raise them to not have any doubts
And teach them the truth of what life is all about.
So when they are married and living on their own,
It lets me know that we did everything right with the blessing from "The Father and The Son."
Now I will never be dirt free
You've covered me head to toe
It's in my hair and in my mouth
Stuck like gum in the roots of my hair
A sour taste like a lemon or a not-yet-ripe strawberry
No matter how much I bathe
You’ve done the irreversible
The unforgivable
I am treated like a garden bed
Used in the spring and neglected in the winter
You use me to grow new things
like roses and fruits and berries
I hope everything you grow wilts rots away like the maggots that fill your sick mind and sick heart
You are an earth worm, but I am not your filth to consume
No matter how much you change
Now I will never be dirt free
She's all dolled up, looking cool and hot, that's better than she's used to
Out on the town looking around for a guy that's better than she's used to
Looking cute in her go-getter suit, wish she were mine loving like we used to...
I see her face in the middle of the night
I lay awake and wonder why
A love so strong could ever die
And I cry...
Repeat three verses
Repeat chorus
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
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