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Sticking my hand down my pants,

I edge myself.

On the brink of an orgasm

It feels good to make it last.
I do this with many things in my life.

Holding out as long as I can to make things last.

I want to make things last.

My first kiss,

The butterflies

Adrenaline

Sparks

Those big moments in your adolescence that you don't realize will be the last time you ever felt

alive.

Until they become the little moments,
Funny stories at a dinner table.

Cutting into my steak

Watching my baby throw his meat on the ground

Completely unaware that he just threw a life.

I wish I knew about edging,

Before I got older and was sitting at this dinner table with my son who likes to throw life on the ground.

I wish I fucking knew that the

dark canal my friends and I first got high at, Would become my own museum of

nostalgia.

I revisit you, holding on to the way my lips met that red apple,

And I inhaled way to much,

But i laughed,

I cried

I got angry

I screamed,

I got to live without having to edge.

Sticking my hand down my pants,

I edge myself.

On the brink of an orgasm

It feels good to make it last.
I do this with many things in my life.

Holding out as long as I can to make things last.

I want to make things last.

My first kiss,

The butterflies

Adrenaline

Sparks

Those big moments in your adolescence that you don't realize will be the last time you ever felt

alive.

Until they become the little moments,
Funny stories at a dinner table.

Cutting into my steak

Watching my baby throw his meat on the ground

Completely unaware that he just threw a life.

I wish I knew about edging,

Before I got older and was sitting at this dinner table with my son who likes to throw life on the ground.

I wish I fucking knew that the

dark canal my friends and I first got high at, Would become my own museum of

nostalgia.

I revisit you, holding on to the way my lips met that red apple,

And I inhaled way to much,

But i laughed,

I cried

I got angry

I screamed,

I got to live without having to edge.

DON’T.

BLINK.

Today,
you’re 20‑something.

Don’t blink.

Tomorrow,
you’re 40‑something.

Don’t blink.

A week later—

no,

a month later—

no,

a year later—
you’re 80‑something.

Don’t blink.

Yesterday,

you’re on the playground,
scraping your knees,
smelling the gravel
and pine needles.

Tomorrow?

You’re looking through photos,
trying to remember

who your lover was.

Don’t

blink.

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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Vrq9NDDE3Z

Feed me the green

like a white-tail in a vacant park,

Feed me the green

like a tamed horse on its plot of hay,

Feed me the green
even when I snarl, weep, drag.

They graze through whatever they feel or shouldn’t.

So why not me?

The green is right there

untouched,

fresh,

ungrazed.

So maybe I shall

Go

light it A’blaze.

One match,
Is what it might take.

to burn enough life to save.

But Would I be such a fool? To burn resources for gain?

To make my point—

with pain.

Cause’ If I can’t have it,
Why Should They?

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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/NbczRVZLX9

I feel it in my chest—
aching,

deep,

raw.

How can I feel something
described as empty?

Boredom is funny that way.
I don’t want to do anything.

Nothing sounds fun.
I feel nothing.

Yet here I am,
telling you exactly how it feels.

I feel nothing,

and somehow

that nothing
is fucking
everything.

It overtakes me

in a way
sadness,

loneliness,

happiness

cannot compete with.

Those feelings make me
feel something.

But this—
this boredom—
makes me
feel everything.

Floating through the galaxy,
seeing the universe,
and feeling absolutely nothing.

I used to love superheroes,
but if I became Superman
and could fly,

I think I’d get bored of that too.

Introduce me to the world,
and like a defected animal,
I’ll begin to miss the zoo.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/skNTY8w9a7

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/W3VeZ9lRD4

If I can hold you

If I can feel your breath

I’d die happily

I’d die now

But don’t turn off

the lights.

I’m afraid of the dark.

Let me die

In bright.

Let me die

Holding you

Tight.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/UytsVLICB8

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/angJdPL04C

This is to me an example of a fact. To me, this is like my opinion guys.

I’ll just recite some lyrics:

“I ain’t got no motherfuckin friends

That’s why I fucked your bitch,

You Fat Motherfucker”

What do you guys think?

The words you say,

I wanna feel them.

I wanna

FEEL them.

The words you

say,

Feel so comforting.

Like a warm hot chocolate
On your throat.

I don’t feel it.

Because it’s not warm.

It’s a cold ice cube hitting your
Esophagus.

It’s a cold compliment.

A way to pacify
The ugly.

The words you said,
I wish I could feel them.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/0Brrx67H5v

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/2Ze2WZ166k