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Oh selfish heart how can you lie
you love me then say good-bye
I wonder the wisdom in your choice's of life
Will you miss me when I am gone
will you notice when my arms aren't around you.
to abuse the love your given so freely so endless
for your own selfish desire for your own selfish world
you turn your heart away and change my love to a
hatred not felt before.
would never have thought I could hate you so
but now it safe to say you let me go
though I hate it and my heart is hurt
when love and hate collide no one survives
so enjoy you life do what you want
and when you finally slow down and start to look
around you will see yourself alone never to be happy always alone
may you see your path before you lose it all with no one and nothing to call yours
 Aug 2013 Ashley Brooke Payne
kgl
you listen but you never hear
sounds reverberate - distorted
around your confused and browbeaten brain
as you try desperately to face the mornings
as you recklessly ignore the pain

you're alive but you never live
your heartbeat is merely a mechanism
clinical and cold you lie like a statue
waiting for time to disintegrate you
as you try to fade away

you talk but you never speak
meaningless echoes of a world inside your head
they'll never understand you
they'll tell you to go on living but
for all intents and purposes


*you're already dead.
 Aug 2013 Ashley Brooke Payne
JM
I was raised by bruises and beatings
so you can go cry on someone else's
shoulders, victim. Better yet, come here
and gimme whats mine, *****.

Offended? Don't be.
It's life.
Sweet, sensuous, violent life.
If you are one of those
that think people are inherently
good,
think again.
Watch people under pressure.
It is in those broken moments we find ourselves,

Torn to pieces, with no explanation –

A dark crevasse molded to fit our shape,

Holding our deepest thoughts, encasing our forgotten spirit,

We tend to allow ourselves to be encompassed by this abyss –

Explaining to ourselves the need to dwell on the darkened past,

Swallowed by its projection of memories,

Sprayed upon the walls of our mind like murals –

An endless catacomb of images, seemingly permanent in their manifestation…



It is in those broken moments, that we find ourselves.

Seemingly unbearable days, leading to sleepless nights,

Dreading the thoughts that creep their way to our dreams –

Resting in an endless adaptation of our subconscious,

Playing out their roles, as if upon a Shakespearian stage…

Each thought, acting its part with tragic precision,

Layer upon layer, scene upon scene…

Reaching back to grasp our inception of reality –

Griping its contents, and strangling the ideas to exhaustion; gasping…



It was in those broken moments, that we found ourselves,

With a weighted world pressed firmly upon our chest,

The ebbing soil began to crumble –

Giving light to the somber path traversed…

Filling the now hollow crevasse with purpose and meaning,

Each memory defined by the silver lining expressed in love –

The fleeting darkness, swallowed by the over-whelming feeling of home…

Finding it in the simplicity of a kiss, and the certainty of an embrace,

It is here that we find ourselves,

In the intricate details and delicate idiosyncrasies –
A poem written from experience - from the darkened hole to the anticipation of a kiss. I hope that if you have found yourself immersed in the darkness, you find light. Dedicated to the beautiful woman, Jing.

http://peterandtink.wordpress.com/2013/08/13/broken-moments/
Fall is falling
On summer
Cool breezes
Are calling

Consider
This a sign
Of autumn's
Kisses bitter

September looms
Footballs kicked
Crops yielded
Harvest moons

Leaves color
Children learn
Transition
Like no other

Cool winds
Are swarming
Fall is falling
Life is turning
I ride at dusk
The fresh evening air
Kisses my moistened skin
Shadows dance for me
As I coast through the damp valley
Humor abounds at dusk
For the Earth experiences
Lighthearted confusion
Between day and night
Then, as if a switch was flipped,
Night wins the squabble
My lights guide me safely home
As I smile, filled with wonder,
Visions of the magic
Still glimmering in my mind
I ride at dusk
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