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Long poem by south aqua | Details |

Unexpected events

My watch is broken, I can not wait for you to get here
The sun is heating,(I cannot believe) today, we're finally meeting.
I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna act or what I'm gonna say
But of one thing I'm sure, when you'll be in front of me, you'll take my breath away.


While I'm waiting, my mind is flying away
From the moment you'll get here, to the first move you'll make.
I just wish, this day to be perfect
I hope I'm ready for any unexpected events.


It's getting late and you're nowhere to be found
I'm getting all kinds of emotions, but is nothing I can do about..
The park is empty, looks like the rain is gonna arrive
I guess I should be going too, nothing makes me stay around.


Maybe you got stuck in traffic or you've just changed your mind,
Either way, I better go now, maybe we'll get to meet some other time..
And now my battery is dying, I have such a lucky day,
I don't think this day could get any better,
           >>no 'eff!n' way!!<<


Where should I go now? to the hotel or to a pub?
I'll get me something to drink before Imma call it a nite.
I don't find my card key, guess I'm losing my mind..
Huh?!
 Who the 'eff' are you 'my friend'?
 Why do you have to honk so loud?


    you: Hey!!!
    me: Gosh, you scared me!
    you: Where are you going? don't we have a date?
    me: Hey, you're the one that got here late.
    you: Yeah, I'm sorry. look, I've been running all the way...
    me: Cool. I'm glad you came.
           I'm starving. where you gonna take me?
    you: well, since our picnic is ruined, thanks to the coming rain.. 
           lemme take you to my favorite restaurant..
    me: sounds great. OK.


While in the car, you've turned on the radio
And the silliest song was playing in the air
Smiling, you looked at me and started dancing
Gosh, you're amazing. (that's what I said)


We've got to the restaurant
It's getting pretty hot
No sign of the rain now
Guess she just changed her mind.


When I stepped inside
My favorite song was playing .. so loud
And once you've heard it, you took my hand in yours and smiled
you: Hey, this is our song since now!!


Since then I got this feeling, this awesome feeling inside
I'm with the right person and the nite has just begun
You're full of surprises, beautiful and kind
For me you are so special, I'll roll my dice tonight.


Next thing I know, we were back in the car
The music was playing loud, you were driving too far
The last stop we've made, was at the hotel I'm staying
You grabbed me in your arms and .. and then's when it started ... raining.


The weather gets colder, your hand is on my shoulder,
I ask you if you want to come and wait inside.
The fireplace is on, your clothes are on the stove
I bring you comfy clothes, while you're in the shower.


The rain is falling from the sky, the night is deep, looks black and white
I pour you a glass of wine while getting closer.
The electricity goes off, all of a sudden
We're in the dark, the music stops - I lit (up) a candle.


Looks like the rain has stopped now (or for the moment)
I pour you another glass of wine..
I touch your hand, you're grabbing mine
And pull me closer.


The last thing I remember, you were playing through my hair
I felt your (warm) breath down on my neck and I've kissed your shoulder
Slowly, you laid me down, on the floor, whispering something in my ear
Your fingers were walking down my spine, I've closed my eyes.. that's when we've kissed.


We've spent the night together, sleeping in each other arms
I was your blanket, you were my pillow - the dawn was coming fast.
I woke up and.. watching you sleeping
You found me smiling when you've opened your eyes.


Things went so fast - time was flying by
Only four days, until we say goodbye.
All the sand from the beach, the pictures framed in our minds
The scrambled eggs in the mornings, (all those) kisses (stolen) through the night.


While I'm counting the seconds, my mind is flying away
From the moment we've met, to the last thing you'll say.
I just wish, this day to last forever
I hope our story will never have an end.


In the airport, while waiting for our planes to come
Our silly love song was playing one more time
And once again, you took my hand in yours and smiled
That's when you've asked me, if I want to be ... your wife.

Copyright © south aqua | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Cindi Rockwell | Details |

VALENTINE'S DAY

My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance and twirl and collect tokens
From admirers like shells on a beach, oooing and aahing
Over anything shiny or colorful.

I have always been neutral. Red is not my color.
Chocolate breaks me out. And I am allergic to roses.
I was raised on Disney movies, however, and am not immune
To the power a real love story inspires.

So while I never actively sought to steal
The heart of a young, handsome prince,
I didn't hate the thought that some Valentine's Day I might be the recipient
Of some amorous male attention.

What I didn't know is that there was a deadline.
Like Cinderella, I had a clock ticking
But no fairy Godmother to turn back the hands.
And the stakes were much higher than a glass shoe and a pumpkin.

There's an old song my mother used to waltz around the kitchen singing:
"Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay
Love isn't love til you give it away."
Catchy, romantic, but not very real!

The trouble was, no matter how much love I had in my heart,
I couldn't give it away. Nobody would want it.
My heart was broken. Not like when a lover cheats on you,
But literally, as in no returns, VERY-limited-lifetime-warranty broken.

And as my twenty-fifth Valentine's Day approached,
I was in a hospital, knowing that my happy ending wasn't to be.
Despite the many attractive interns that surrounded me,
Flirtily discussing my deteriorating cardiac status, the ball was over.

Everyone had tried to find me a match,
But it looked like the transplant gods 
Were even worse shots than that little demon Cupid.
My date for Valentine's Day this year would be St. Peter.

And I was ok with that. I had a good run.
So when I closed my eyes the night of February 13th, 
I was ready for what came next. Or so I thought.
But instead, like another favorite fairytale princess I admired, I woke up.

The light got brighter, and sound was added.
Beating -- a strong, steady rhythm, one I hadn't heard in a long time.
This must be heaven, I thought, 
Wondering why it looked just like a hospital?

"Happy Valentine's Day," gushed a young, fresh-faced nurse
Whose scrubs were adorned with hearts
And tiny Cupids, bows loaded for bear.
"You almost missed it!"

"Where am I?" I stammered?
Although it was obvious I was hooked to as many or more machine as before
And I felt an INTENSE pain in the area of my chest,
I also noticed I was speaking easier, mostly because I was breathing easier.

"Cardiac surgical intensive care."
She went on to tell me that a young man died in a motorcycle crash the night before
And his heart was a perfect match for me. He wanted to donate his organs,
And all I was allowed to know was his first name, Emir.

Long story short, after an extended recovery,
My health is the best it has ever been!
I play tennis, actually go to the gym I belong to,
And no longer introduce myself as: "The girl with the limited lifetime warranty."

Before I knew it, Valentine's Day was upon us again.
I had no boyfriend, but I felt happier than ever!
Still, I felt my recovery wouldn't be complete
Unless I could somehow find a way to wrap up the story of my special Valentine's gift.

Rules are strict, and I couldn't find any more information
On the young man unless his family chose to reveal it.
And apparently, they didn't. So I had to be satisfied
With just looking up the meaning of "Emir," and finally I understood.

On that special Valentine's Day, not only did I wake up like a fairytale princess,
But a young man truly gave me the greatest gift of love imaginable: his heart.
Not metaphorically, but literally, giving with no hope of receiving back.
An unmatched gift of love from a man I never even met.

And the meaning of my rescuer's name?
Well, that's what makes my story worth telling!
Because my research found that "Emir" means "Charming Prince."
And that is how I knew I would live happily ever after.








Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Abed Anthony | Details |

To My Valentine

To My Valentine

My heart opened like an opened window
like an opened square quivering treu love
from poor dull stare in blind eyes that care
something coming to me I am waiting for it fear fullly
as my head chearfully, speaking of the word love true fully
love not, if yes, love yes; call you Angel.

A story of an hour, from not loving 
to yes loving, powerlessly love stealing
show me your tip tongue, to kiss you totally
show me your disagrees to agree partially
as my little breath relax into your mind of love
you live me in truth because of your shining love
love not, if yes, love yes; call you angel
I see not life, if you will drop out my heart
I see no more earth, if you will hurt my heart.

You are my black beauty, call you angel
you are my totally cute, call you angel
I'm blind to see others, your beauty blinds me totally
your cute shows me life totally; call you Angel.

you have white teeth to reflect my love
you have little hips to care me in you
I love your lips to where white teeth jew
call you Angel.

Never talk to your smile, as you open your mouth like snail
moving on your smooth skin, call you angel
as you smile; the bored  laugh
as you smile the hungry fed
call you Angel.

Your rounded nose, i admire to kiss it
because has no mucus, comes from it
a nose of the few, sometimes to me is new
call you Angel.

I feel like I come from Venus, other than coming from Mars
as you're found on Earth, with your natural beauty buttocks
call you Angel.

My eyes are mine,
my ears are mine,
I see and hear your toned voices
coming and going from north to south
the shocked and the fainted rise up
if they hear your voice, the voice of love
they have no choice other than saying
"no toned voice as yours rise from theirs"
call you Angel.

I must call myself blind, calling myself a deaf
because i hear only your toned voice
because i see only your voiced sound
call you Angel.

no best colors I ever seen
spherical figures I like, like touching
rolling fom east to west
scrolling to my chest
call you Angel.

You're my honestry soul lover
you're my truthful heart 'oving
as your eyes sway and spool
as your heart beat its pounds
showing me the truth in you
showing me the lovely face of yours
call you Angel.

My heart feel your nipples
my nose sentiments your figured legs
in hurry to hug you, in the valentine days
call you Angel.

From hairs, to soles; never ending pleasures
i touch your chest by fear, to where my loves tear
you're stomach of fastidious dot, the dot before the well
call you Angel.

I have my hold hand, a cup from my house to lend
from your respected well to hand and furnish
the true water ever drinkto by any drinker
to satisfy my love's thirst of breast
call you Angel.

I have died, totally died
in your tranquil led body
as your waist shows me
a real direction to me, in you to chew
what I fed long and due
call you Angel.

A lot of them we've
meaning of more of them we believe
calling in different pitches we deserve
but in me, I call her angel.
call you Angel.

You stop never, but ever, except forever
announcing your heart you love me forever
let me say never betrayal my angel
call you Angel.

You deserve by figure
you deserve by behavior
to say you're the only visor
to the nummerical numbers of mine
call you Angel.

come to me; to show me
squeeze to me; to smell in me
hug me; to kiss me
my angel; to any angle
I find you angel, call you Angel.

Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Old buck | Details |

Could I Be Wrong

Could I Be Wrong?

I went to the card shop
Just down the street
The cards they have there
Always nice. . . yet cheap

It’s not always about the price
It’s the thought that should matter
I know a ‘forgotten’ spouse
Can be “mad as a hatter”.

I got straight to the card rack
It was as busy as can be
Lots of last minute shoppers
Swarming  “frantic little bees”.

I see lots of “anxious” fellows
Reading card after card
Finding one that says:“I love you” 
Shouldn’t really be that hard.

I scan card after card
I’ve a goal now in mind
I want at least 2
But of 2 different kinds. 

I’d like one that is lovely
Let’s her know that I care
One a bit humorous
That only seems fair

I think I’ve struck pay dirt
With two cards now in hand
I make my way to the check out
I’m a happy little man.

As the clerk rings me up
She gets a frown on her face
I’m not there for her opinion
Wish she’d step up the pace.

She asked very politely, But
With a squeak, like tiny mice.
“I see you remembered”
“Did you get her something nice?”

What do you suggest
That you have in your store?
I see they sell cards
And a whole lot more.

“We don’t sell fresh roses”
“Just plastic is stocked”
“We do have nice chocolates”
“All fancifully boxed.”

She can see I’m growing restless
I’ve the correct change in my fist
I don’t want to get rude
But had not written a list

Of options beyond cards
It’s my annual tradition
After nearly 50 years
I’ll not make new additions.

So I hand her the $1.07
Now as sweaty as my brow
I want to exit that place
Not sure now just how

Several ladies behind me
Had listened into this exchange
All growing a bit tense, nodding 
I should make a change 

I think the problem here
Is the world is full of jerks
Being a faithful, loving wife
Seldom carries many perks.

My spouse is no exception
She works hard for me each day
I try to oft say ‘Thank you’
After that what can I say?

I just can’t get all caught up
By the florists and candy shops
That try to make us feel guilty
Cause we don’t dust or push mops.

We don’t do laundry or iron
We don’t make beds or feed mobs
We just soak up the benefits 
Then go off to everyday jobs. 

We punch a time clock
That tells the hours we keep
But her 24/7 schedule
Never ends her “endless” week

Well it is a sad story
Nothings ever been fair
Tonight I’ll fetch my own root beer
I’ll let her “rest” in her chair. 

Written by oldbuck Feb 11, 2017 as he considered what he might do for his lovely wife of 56 years that won’t set a dangerous precedent.

Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Details |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Dineen Williams Gault | Details |

A Valentine Wedding

The church all speckled with red and white
Billowy white bows affixed to the end of pews
Red roses in vases & all other possible places
A silver lace runner leads the way to impending 'I dos'

As far as the bride and groom
those titles weren't easy to get
They fell in love so fast it scared them
Fear said harsh words neither could forget

Then instead of calling her, he created a stellar role as arrogant amnesiac 
Almost cutting their photos in half she decided to live seemingly unattached
They kept this going for months with others adding 2 cents
to nonsense swearing that they were horribly mismatched

Until one day both ended up at the train station exit at the same time
trying to use the same revolving door steady getting in each other's way
Wedged in that door together they couldn't help but laugh & embrace
no longer saving face allowed lips to convey what regretful words couldn't say

And now she adorned in crisp stark taffeta he suited up in winter white
It's as though they met each other for the 1st time
The vows came easily to them both
blessed in love charmed in rhyme

And he says
You are heaven sent
I knew that then I realize that now
But even though I knew that in the pit of my soul
Fear took a hold of me anyhow

I thought surely you would find someone better
I didn't want to be used like a pawn or a token
I couldn't bear to plunge so quickly into love
only to have my heart broken

As fate would have it
We got caught in a revolving door
fighting against that attraction was of no use
that door revolved us back together uniting us all the more

You are the jewels in the crown
that you placed on my head
I will honor you for always my precious one
It is with my utmost love that I thee wed

And she says
Yes I knew that God sent you
I knew that you were meant to be
But I became scared that I would love you
and then you would abandon me

You said you loved me so early on
I thought it couldn't be true if you said it so fast
I knew that this time around I needed a lifetime
I needed a love that would last

It's funny now thinking about that revolving door
each not sure of who should go first
but then we kissed oh so much love that I missed
I thought surely my heart would burst

You call me your precious queen
and with a crown of love you'll always be my king
It is with all my heart that we become as one
I am a blessed woman to wear your ring

On this fateful Valentine's Day
What God hath joined together
Let no man put asunder

2/2/16






Copyright © Dineen Williams Gault | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Carol Eastman | Details |

Dragons Side Kick

One day Dragon had an epiphany, Super Heroes NEVER work alone.
And there are just too many bad guys, for him to do it on his own.
True, he had never actually seen a bad guy, he now realized his OOPS!
Suddenly he realized, they only liked to fight those, Super Hero Groups!

After all, every movie he’d ever seen, drew the bad groups, to the good.
So he would need a sidekick, for his monumental hero, of DragonHood.  
Or possibly, maybe, an even score of Super Heroes, to draw to his side.
That’d assure his own movie, and comic book to be penned, he did decide.

So he put in the Local Tribune… Only Real Heroes need tryout, or apply!
When none came a running, he knew, a grudge match would call them nigh.
Again nothing happened, so what, OH WHAT, would he now decide, to do!
This would call for drastic measures! So he called Drago to come! It’s true!

Drago’d been getting BORED of late, at least that’s, what he’d heard him say!
Until John’s Drago got there, he called the Las Vegas Dragons to send his way:
Their MOST FURIOUS Dragon, to be his sidekick, fierce and full of display!
To ‘you know’ start to make things, begin to happen, in a really GREAT WAY!

Low and behold, they said they’d send him one, and to be ready, the next day!
Now this worried us, he hadn’t asked our permission first! So a big May Day!
But when I called them back… the story that I got… Would be a BIG surprise!
Yes Dragon stood there waiting as a great big Blue Dragon flew over the rise…

Dropped off a small fancy Red Dragon, then mightily rose up and flew away!
Yep, a GIRL Dragon, had come to play! Dragon was speechless, you might say!
But the Paparazzi weren’t, when Dragon coughed and laughed, and she literally!
Blew him away! Then she bit him in the neck, and tossed him high, immediately!

And he came down, landing without his dignity, and definitely now, IN LOVE! 
Not a bad two minutes work for a little bitty 3-year-old Dragoness with a shove! 
The paparazzi immediately reported as the News at Five, joined in: that she had! 
“Cleaned Dragon’s Clock! Dragoness has replaced Dragon… as the new BAD!”

Yep, we’d agreed to baby-sit while her Mom took a vacation, up to the North!
To check out John’s Drago! While Dragon’s new nemesis stayed with us! HAH!
Dragon saw the Noon News and fainted! THAT picture hit the later News at SIX! 
Now this should be fun, as I believe the old saying goes… ‘Ain’t Love a Bitch!’

And this little red bundle of trouble... arrived on Valentines' Day... It's True!

Written 2-11-2016

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by charles hice | Details |

ValentinesDay

 ValentinesDay 
ValentinesDay 

 
 
A Massacre 
 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
FortyEighth 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a tune on 
his fiddle. The Aftermath The newspapers instantly picked up on the crime, 
dubbing it the "St. Valentine's Day Massacre." The story appeared on front pages 
around the country, making Capone a nationwide celebrity. While Capone 
seemed to revel in his new fame, he also had to deal with the new level of 
attention from federal law enforcement officials. Capone is sitting by his 
swimming pool catching his non existent fish and he begins to reminisce this is 
Capone speaking now "The boys missed MORAN it was a terrible thing" The 
spaghetti was gotten cold and now the fish that eye find will have to do to feed the 
diseases in my mind eye the Capone knoe that now eye am just dying of all the 
real good times. Alphonse "Al" Capone was one of the most famous U.S. 
gangsters during the 1930s, a Chicago-based boss involved in illegal gambling, 
bootlegging (illegal alcohol) and prostitution. Capone got his start in New York, 
working as a thug and bouncer (where he got the three scars that spawned his 
nickname, "Scarface").Al Capone spent the last year of his Alcatraz sentence, 
which had been reduced to six years and five months for a combination of good 
behavior and work credits, in the hospital section being treated for syphilis. He 
was released in November of 1939 and taken to a hospital in Baltimore where 
he was treated until March of 1940. For his remaining years, Capone slowly 
deteriorated while staying at his Palm Island estate in Miami. On January 25, 
1947, he died of cardiac arrest. Eye saw a stranger carry love in his right hand 
today he carried his love in his hand a bunch of flowers in a wrapper for a vase 
and eye thought of Al Capone disgraced. Eye can still remember the movie how 
he bit the punk's ear in Jail to make him think that he got sick too. The only thing 
worse than that is to lay in a blanket that has been stolen many times. On 
another of his movies the floozie was in bed asking him if he liked it too of course 
they was talking about manicures. He made the Chicken if he made creation 
was it the full blown bird or just the egg it would make no difference to that 
Chicken only to the education evolution. A small reference to the Jesus how can 
anyone still please him. There is a marker on ALS grave My Jesus Mercy. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008

Long poem by Zen reed | Details |

Love love

It's deeper than chemistry
We're connected
By our hearts,  by spirit,  mentally
Your mistakes caused pain
But couldn't replace what we have
I said I wouldn't but I forgive you
You're wonderous
Can't be mad at you
Wouldn't dare go against my heart to leave you
Don't even want to see life without you
No stranger to falling fast 
Like what I like,  Want what I want
But with you there's no red flags. 
Before I've fallen fast
Never though for a man who's core values match my desires
I require so much
Always in need of praise
Superficial 
you know ego shit
You leave no room for question
You thinking bout me
Your thoughtfulness fufills me
A three course meal
Plus icing
Trying to walk into forever with you. 
Hoping it's God holding the door open to my heart for you
I mean how else would you have gotten in? 
Is it Crime,  is it sin to let a stranger so deeply within? 
So open to love
Vulnerable by nature you see the blood stains on my sleeves
My heart hangs out for everyone to see
Subject to the sole of a shoe
I've been stepped on a time or two or ten
But to love I give in over and over again
The scars increase some fade others never will
I'm marred
No fade cream will be effective
Even still when I feel it I don't fear it
I jump into the battle as if I never lost
Its that same jab I forget to block
And I go down
I go down hard
But it's those who are strongest that can get back in the ring after a loss or two or ten
It is courage what you call foolishness
So with both feet I jump in
Fearlessly I take the risk
I'm in it
Wanting everything with you and more
Believing its attainable with my whole heart. Walking the same line in the same fashion
Hoping for a thorough road where there were only dead ends before. 
But you are my road less traveled.
This path is far more beautiful than the last
It isn't the scenery that takes away my breath
It is the strength of the soil in the grass 
Unfertilized growing organically sprouting realness
I pray to God to place His hand
To allow pure love in between only us
And if He shouldn't and my heart ends up broken
It would have been worth it
Being with you would have been enough
No fool nor insane
I believe in love is why I love this way
What is life without this feeling 
I'd rather be broken than soulless
From the soul comes love
Not the heart as mentioned
Love is Jesus, God is love
Why falling in it is so agonizingly euphoric

Copyright © Zen reed | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Brashard Bursey | Details |

I Have No Girlfriend

A girl of my choice is way too hard to find. Every time I see an attractive girl, I keep finding out that she already has a boyfriend or is happily married to her husband and has children with the guy. It breaks my heart just thinking about it. It seems that I'm trying way too hard. Maybe I'm looking too hard for this special someone. It also seems that I'm not good enough for any of the girls of my choice, let alone one girl who's about my age. Now that all of the good, attractive ones have been taken by random guys, I'm reduced to nothing. I should've met those girls by choice sooner rather than later. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, and no matter how many times I have to reach out to those girls from my past or whatever, I couldn't give her some St. Valentine's Day presents, let alone red roses, I couldn't ask her out on a date, I'm barely dealing with the fact that these girls each have boyfriends or happily married, and I've been rejected one too many times. I should be in a serious relationship with a girl of my choice and trust, I shouldn't spend Saturday nights in total boredom. But the fact that one of the girls I was interested in is with a guy who's way more attractive than I am makes me very sick. And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it's just not enough for any of them. And since I have no girlfriend of my choice, even one of them outside my race, I'm forced to spend the rest of my life in solitude alone; thereby remaining in a real, depressive state. And every time I see a loving couple, it makes me depressed and they shove it right in my face. It's like someone had taken a butcher knife, plunged in in my chest, and yanked my heart out, killing me in an instant. I can't bear to handle this type of rejection. Well, I might as well die a virgin because there's just no point of me dealing with the fact that these girls are either happily married or already in multiple serious relationships with their current boyfriends. Being lonely and depressed and not having a female companion of my choice to talk to on a Saturday night is sad, and it's definitely pathetic. How legitimately disappointing. If I don't find me a girlfriend of my choice and I don't get married on time before my 25th or 30th birthday, I'm going to die a virgin. When will all of the rejection and the torment end? When will I stop being lonely and depressed? When will I ever learn?

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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