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 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Brittle Bird
It hurts to love you
because every breath I take
marks a moment you
are closer to your last one
and my lungs can't take
that truth. It hurts to love you
because my arms lie
aching at my sides every
moment they could be
holding you, and the weight of
that is somehow more
than I can take. It hurts to
love you because my
brain is leaning so fully
on something that is
not even mine that I both
long for and hate who
I might have been (Who was I?)
before.
Day 11 of NaPoWriMo.

Why isn't it built in us to stop being in love with someone when it brings us no gain, but only consuming pain?
 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Dark soul
Lemme go as fast as I can
All the winds hurting my skin    
Forcing it ..pulling it back
The speed thrills      
Adrenaline reveals
No such ecstasy
Like such it feels
Going faster
growing fearful
That undying and
about to die feeling
The risk being so sweet
You crave for that
sugar coated thing more and more
All so euphoric
All such momentum
Being so moment full
After a certain point
Being in no control
Such rejoice full
After a certain time
The speed addiction
Controls you
Instead going the other way around
Imbibed so deep into brain
Ever hungry for it      
If ever speed kills me
Don't mourn
Because I would be smiling.
The last three lines are a paul walker tribute ...
even if he is dead , he still lives in our hearts . May be legend rest in peace .
 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Just Melz
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,  
             "*******!"
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!!!
Thank you Frank for working on this with me and helping to release some pent up anger, from both of us. You're incredible, as always. ❤
Secrets
Hidden within your own
Mind's eye
Truths
Yet more often than not
Debilitating lies
Moments
Some, much needed to be forgotten
Others, cherished
Memories**
So many stored so deep within
Others have been banished
Faces
Too many to tell their names apart
Wishing some to vanish

Yet all these things can tear at your heart
Some make you stronger
A fighter
Wiser

It just depends where you start
 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Dark soul
~
            She was the storm
  
      all raging and tormenting

        Destroying everything
          
                   in its path
      
                  I was lured

                and snatched

                 Thrown into

                          the

                  middle of it
 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Dark soul
That love so feels ,
So reel ,
showed real .
That ****
made onto me
I that kneel to .
The fear
Comes near
Holding me dear
All so clear
and pale
Those shadows of
past  
That shall sail
Deep down the crevices
of my heart
where
The tracks are unfinished
for the rails
Bleeding nails so amaze
Abandoned and deserted
All taken by my soul ; hurted
Could pen you into
thousands of verses
As there's still a little while
For me
to get used to this curse yet ......
Comments appreciated .
 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Mike Essig
If creation
were simple,
it would be boring.

Contradictions,
internal and  external,
the garlic
of existence:

Pass me that clove!
- mce
Love garlic!
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