The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature. I made a poem :)

[John Tucker]

Tell me what you guys & girls think. I typed this up during a lecture last semester

 

October Thursdays

 

Upon the month of October ‘11

It would always feel as if I’m in heaven

When I glanced to see what was the current day

I crossed my fingers and hoped; that it was Thursday

For it was then that I would meet

This girl who, to me, was very sweet

But little did I know

Things were going to change fast

Before I knew it

She had become a thing of the past

Up countless nights pondering for so very long

I truly wanted to find out what I had done wrong

But I had done nothing to stray her away

It was that she had found another that very day

And years pass as quickly as you could sing a song

Eventually, she finds me after searching for so long

At that point I had already become pretty damn rich

And all I had to say to her was, “I don’t need you, bitch.”

[KR10N]

Good to see that there are LS members who have a creative outlet. I especially enjoyed the ending.

[Anela]

It's why females are the majority of facebook users and things of the like to look up old boyfriends (or new ones) and such. Auditioning themselves to the highest bidder after realizing they ****ed up earlier in life.

 

You got me. I have no shame, and three of them are bidding on me right now. I guess they f**ked up, too, if they're in such bad shape that they can't do any better than a shameless hussy, right?

[g450]

John, I did the same. Wrote this about a year ago:

 

The deciet. By g450

 

It's been a year since I found out about your indescretion. And even now I feel the pain from it's hard learned lesson.

I tried to win you back it seems but I have only failed.

The woman I love does not exist. That ship has finally sailed.

I wonder why you ran to him. What did he have to give you?

A high school memory and nothing more. Why cant you get a clue?

You think you found your one true love from somewhere in your past.

But deep inside you know the truth. Your fantasy will not last.

You are living a lie now and you will never have him.

His heart belongs to another.

For this you threw away what you once were, a loving wife and mother.

Your fair weather friends surround you and tell you what you want to hear. But if you listen close enough the truth will always come out in your tears my dear.

What are you now? who are you now? And where is your life leading?

Do you ever remember all the blessings you had before you started cheating?

Your life once had purpose and you had people who trully loved you.

Now you wonder aimlessly, looking for things to do.

Your betrayal cut deep and when I see you I only see a stranger.

You live your life without family now and still not see the danger.

Will you ever remember the pain you made all your loved ones suffer?

Will you ever have regret? Or will you just dream about your lover?

[Anela]

I don't write poetry, but I was just reading a couple of poems by Maya Angelou, that I love:

 

Phenomenal Woman

 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

 

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

 

Still I Rise

 

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

 

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

 

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

 

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

 

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

 

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.