Disregard this message entierly. It was writen by me someone who can’t spell for shit. Someone who can’t do anything right. Someone who thought about putting shame on other people to feel love. When in reality it should have been love to feel love. Disregard this message enetierly
Ezekiel Matthew Rashid
if señorita smiles at dawn
aching to be heard
there’s a sentence left unsaid
a moment in time of hers
if she says she loves you
disregard her words
she believes it to be true
but only for as long
as her smiles at dawn
Matt m.
he disregarded my feelings with a cutting knive
Gracia Obalolayama
Nevermind the explanation left in letters. Nor the enunciation of some random word mispelled. Or the lines around one’s eyes, made deeper by the mar of sadness. Or maybe it was laughter. You can’t see what you don’t look for. Likewise, when it comes to matters of disregard, you’ll always find what you want to see. Such is the unwritten law of love, mishandled.
When this site wants me to write quickly it disregards my enthusiasm to express my thoughts and feelings. But it inspires me a lot.
Olga Kiss
Dear Madison,
Please disregard that last message I sent you. Truth be told, I wasn’t in my office when I wrote it. I was, in fact, at the Teddy Bear Tavern downtown, and I had drunk one too many Moscow mules, and quite frankly, I’m embarrassed by the entire thing. You deserve better than to have a lovesick, inebriated moron spill her guts out to you like in such a horrific, unprofessional way that causes discomfort or confusion.
Sincerely,
the Village Idiot
Belinda Roddie
Your safety is important but it is also limiting. At times keeping you out of harms way stops you from doing the interesting things in life. Time to disregard your personal integrity and take a little bit of risk for once. Go out and enjoy.
Joaquin
the bundle of old rags languished by the stairs.
motionless, though the city hummed around it.
it slept, uncaring and unseen.
Disregard this message entierly. It was writen by me someone who can’t spell for shit. Someone who can’t do anything right. Someone who thought about putting shame on other people to feel love. When in reality it should have been love to feel love. Disregard this message enetierly
if señorita smiles at dawn
aching to be heard
there’s a sentence left unsaid
a moment in time of hers
if she says she loves you
disregard her words
she believes it to be true
but only for as long
as her smiles at dawn
he disregarded my feelings with a cutting knive
Nevermind the explanation left in letters. Nor the enunciation of some random word mispelled. Or the lines around one’s eyes, made deeper by the mar of sadness. Or maybe it was laughter. You can’t see what you don’t look for. Likewise, when it comes to matters of disregard, you’ll always find what you want to see. Such is the unwritten law of love, mishandled.
This passionate apathy, with which I render my enemy and friend in complete oblivion. Disregard is damnation.
When this site wants me to write quickly it disregards my enthusiasm to express my thoughts and feelings. But it inspires me a lot.
Dear Madison,
Please disregard that last message I sent you. Truth be told, I wasn’t in my office when I wrote it. I was, in fact, at the Teddy Bear Tavern downtown, and I had drunk one too many Moscow mules, and quite frankly, I’m embarrassed by the entire thing. You deserve better than to have a lovesick, inebriated moron spill her guts out to you like in such a horrific, unprofessional way that causes discomfort or confusion.
Sincerely,
the Village Idiot
Your safety is important but it is also limiting. At times keeping you out of harms way stops you from doing the interesting things in life. Time to disregard your personal integrity and take a little bit of risk for once. Go out and enjoy.
the bundle of old rags languished by the stairs.
motionless, though the city hummed around it.
it slept, uncaring and unseen.