The colllege mog a poem

[betrayed by 5‘8]

Same College, Different Game


Two boys in blue beneath the lights,
Two caps, two futures, two different nights.
The same four years, the same degree,
Yet college was not the same reality.


The tall one entered, shoulders wide,
With effortless presence on his side.
He didn’t chase attention—it came,
Girls learned his face before his name.


A smile from him could start a thread,
A party invite, a night well spent.
He could stumble, mumble, say the wrong thing,
And somehow still be the one they’d bring.


The smaller one watched from the side,
With thinner frame and nowhere to hide.
He’d dress up sharp, he’d try his best,
Yet every room still failed the test.


He saw the tall one getting replies,
While his own messages met silence and lies.
One asked a girl, “Want to go?”
The other wondered, “Should I even show?”


One had dates that blurred through the year,
Kisses, parties, someone always near.
The other had screenshots left unread,
And conversations dying in his head.


For one, rejection was just a door
There were always others, maybe more.
For him, each “no” began to feel
Like proof that something wasn’t real.


The tall one learned that girls could choose
Him for his looks, his height, his views.
The smaller one learned a colder art:
To hide how badly he wanted a start.


Same lecture halls, same college town,
One built his confidence up, one watched it drown.
One left with stories he’d proudly recall,
One left wondering if he’d lived at all.


And then they stood for graduation day,
In matching robes, just inches away.
For one brief photo, fate looked fair—
Two identical caps in identical air.


But when the ceremony reached its end,
The robes came off, the illusion did too.
One walked away with a world to attend;
The other walked home with the world to pursue.


Same college. Same years. Same academic game.
But one collected memories
the other collected shame.

 

[Mansur]

Did not Read

Dont make me pull out my meat

 

[trvegoy]

View attachment 5615048Same College, Different Game


Two boys in blue beneath the lights,
Two caps, two futures, two different nights.
The same four years, the same degree,
Yet college was not the same reality.


The tall one entered, shoulders wide,
With effortless presence on his side.
He didn’t chase attention—it came,
Girls learned his face before his name.


A smile from him could start a thread,
A party invite, a night well spent.
He could stumble, mumble, say the wrong thing,
And somehow still be the one they’d bring.


The smaller one watched from the side,
With thinner frame and nowhere to hide.
He’d dress up sharp, he’d try his best,
Yet every room still failed the test.


He saw the tall one getting replies,
While his own messages met silence and lies.
One asked a girl, “Want to go?”
The other wondered, “Should I even show?”


One had dates that blurred through the year,
Kisses, parties, someone always near.
The other had screenshots left unread,
And conversations dying in his head.


For one, rejection was just a door
There were always others, maybe more.
For him, each “no” began to feel
Like proof that something wasn’t real.


The tall one learned that girls could choose
Him for his looks, his height, his views.
The smaller one learned a colder art:
To hide how badly he wanted a start.


Same lecture halls, same college town,
One built his confidence up, one watched it drown.
One left with stories he’d proudly recall,
One left wondering if he’d lived at all.


And then they stood for graduation day,
In matching robes, just inches away.
For one brief photo, fate looked fair—
Two identical caps in identical air.


But when the ceremony reached its end,
The robes came off, the illusion did too.
One walked away with a world to attend;
The other walked home with the world to pursue.


Same college. Same years. Same academic game.
But one collected memories
the other collected shame.

dnr but submit this to your school poetry comp

 

[betrayed by 5‘8]

Did not Read

Dont make me pull out my meat

Read i pured my heart out

 

[xanlack]

View attachment 5615048Same College, Different Game


Two boys in blue beneath the lights,
Two caps, two futures, two different nights.
The same four years, the same degree,
Yet college was not the same reality.


The tall one entered, shoulders wide,
With effortless presence on his side.
He didn’t chase attention—it came,
Girls learned his face before his name.


A smile from him could start a thread,
A party invite, a night well spent.
He could stumble, mumble, say the wrong thing,
And somehow still be the one they’d bring.


The smaller one watched from the side,
With thinner frame and nowhere to hide.
He’d dress up sharp, he’d try his best,
Yet every room still failed the test.


He saw the tall one getting replies,
While his own messages met silence and lies.
One asked a girl, “Want to go?”
The other wondered, “Should I even show?”


One had dates that blurred through the year,
Kisses, parties, someone always near.
The other had screenshots left unread,
And conversations dying in his head.


For one, rejection was just a door
There were always others, maybe more.
For him, each “no” began to feel
Like proof that something wasn’t real.


The tall one learned that girls could choose
Him for his looks, his height, his views.
The smaller one learned a colder art:
To hide how badly he wanted a start.


Same lecture halls, same college town,
One built his confidence up, one watched it drown.
One left with stories he’d proudly recall,
One left wondering if he’d lived at all.


And then they stood for graduation day,
In matching robes, just inches away.
For one brief photo, fate looked fair—
Two identical caps in identical air.


But when the ceremony reached its end,
The robes came off, the illusion did too.
One walked away with a world to attend;
The other walked home with the world to pursue.


Same college. Same years. Same academic game.
But one collected memories
the other collected shame.

High iq

 

[volgograd009]

Mirin the high effort wow

 

[MixedBoyo12]

That pic could have a kill count imo, think of the chad, welcome week he’s alr caught 10 bodies, he doesn’t even show up to class but has girls do his assignments, the teachers always forgive him for missing class cus he looks good, he was frat president no issue, left college with at least 100 slays, hella opportunities, and can work wherever unless he doenst want to, now for his incel counterpart, spent every night studying, did not go out one night, maybe approached one girl to no avail, is probably already norwooding from the stress, and will wage cuck forever, absolutely brutal

 

[betrayed by 5‘8]

That pic could have a kill count imo, think of the chad, welcome week he’s alr caught 10 bodies, he doesn’t even show up to class but has girls do his assignments, the teachers always forgive him for missing class cus he looks good, he was frat president no issue, left college with at least 100 slays, hella opportunities, and can work wherever unless he doenst want to, now for his incel counterpart, spent every night studying, did not go out one night, maybe approached one girl to no avail, is probably already norwooding from the stress, and will wage cuck forever, absolutely brutal

This, honestly dont spend time with chads ,
I have a cl friend thats 6‘6, i dont see him often because he lives in a diffrent city. But the stories he tells me a straight up suicide fuel.
Diffent life pill is brutal af

 

[MixedBoyo12]

This, honestly dont spend time with chads ,
I have a cl friend thats 6‘6, i dont see him often because he lives in a diffrent city. But the stories he tells me a straight up suicide fuel.
Diffent life pill is brutal af

I mean Chad is rare, I’ve met only one person in my lifetime who maybe was that level, but he was the nicest dude I ever met, most people Ik and Hang with are MTN-HTN, of my group, especially if I get this hardmaxx soon and start maybe some skin whiten protocol and maybe run some test I legit could be the CL out of them all, not that it’s a flex, but I don’t know anyone who has these “crazy stories” as most of them are cuffed, if anything I have those types of stories to share