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Trying to become hopelessly entangled in enlightenment. / / I've been writing as long as I can remember... The quality has fluctuated and I am my own harshest critic. But I truly feel it helps me when I write. / / Since I finally did a collaboration, I'd like to do more of them, if interested feel free to message me! / / All poems here are © me and are my intellectual property... Although the intelligence of them are up to debate! :)
I lost you, no we lost you
We have missed you, we will miss you.
We have lost your wiley, witty, sarcastic humor.
So creative, we lost your bass voice sound as deep and strong as Gabriel's trumpet.
Always time for us, even when there wasn't.
But why?
Why, why, why, why, WHY?!?
Why didn't you love yourself like we loved you?
You let it get bad, then worse, until it was too late.
You had left us...
I asked you for to see the doctor...
You put it off, not for a day. It was weeks...
I am hurt, you are missed so...
Missed so much...
I will go on, but the world is that much darker...
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Wanting to be loved,
Kept secret,
Knowing it will not be returned,
Accepting,
Know that the love of a friend,
Is still a great gift,
Knowing they are there,
Knowing they care,
Enough love to be,
To be content,
To be secure,
To be...
Happy
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
License to **** other's work,
While you yet remain innocent.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
Death
glanced up,
she gave
me that come wither look.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
Death is kind of like living.
Only, not so much.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Not a goddess,
More.
Not a fighter,
More.
Beyond a friend,
More.
Not just beautiful,
More.
Loving and,
More.
Sweetness and,
More.
When the time has come,
And the day is done,
Then all will see,
That she,
Is something,
More.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Regretting Some Past Mistakes
Realizing what's actually At stake
Feeling so helpless and confused
So many memories of your abuse
Screaming, kicking, punching
Just too much fighting
You always knew the best ways to hurt me
Now you wanna take away what means everything
Like your final play to torture me
For eternity
What right do you have to judge me?
To look down upon me?
I am only all that you've made of me
This so called monster that you love to hate
Is just the manifestation of what you helped create
You WILL regret this
In the end, you will lose
I won't let you win, not again
They'll realize what you're trying to do
Remembering the years of abuse
And they'll HATE you
You can never destroy a mother's love
Although I know you're willing to try
When I win this battle for what I hold dear
Don't come crawling to me with tears in your eyes
Cause I won't be here
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Today, a mistake was made
Some words were said,
my sight went red
and my bond with you was severely frayed
Now, **I'm ******
Here's something that you missed
*you ****** up*
I've been betrayed
So go to Hell and tell Satan
you're a heathen worth hating
Today, a memory was lost
Some things were forgotten
I'm paying the cost
and all the love we shared has been tossed
Out the window
Here's something you don't know
**I ******* hate you**
I'm over all the ********
So next time you decide to speak my name
Remember you lost and I'm the game
Today, a truth shined through
all the lies
in which you relied
I can't stand how **I got ******* while you always got the best of me
Now I'm enraged enough to say,
**** you!"**
Yeah, today my blood congealed
I sewed the wound shut,
but the scar will never heal
For this,
**I ******* hate you.**
and I hope your death hurts a great deal
Today, a lie was told
As if it was the gods honest truth
I can see it all clearly now
But what's the use?
I'm tattered, battered and abused
And I'm blaming it all on you
I've lost so much already
What else is there to lose?
**I ******* hate you!**
What story is there to tell?
What's left to say?
How about this....
GO TO HELL!!!
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Three small chunks of my soul
Ripped right out of my chest
Every weekend
*The same **** thing*
The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye
With them
The screaming, mistrust and hateful words
With him
The pain seems neverending
And never getting any better
All the bridges burned
Without
a single
look
back
But regret can build and build
When you realize some bridges
Can't be rebuilt
And yet
I can't regret him
Or the pain he dealt to me
Cause he helped to create
Those three small pieces of my soul
And they may be small
But put together
They create my life as a whole
Every Weekend
The same **** thing
And it hurts
Finally having that feeling
Like you're actually whole
Then all three pieces
Get
RIPPED
Right out of my soul
And until next weekend
I cannot feel whole
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Left to the storm...
Left for dead...
Abandoned...
Betrayed...
But not bitter...
Determined...
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC