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 May 2014
Poetic T
My heart was glass then you
left, it did fracture so slightly,
barley visible to those around,
but was plain for me to feel as
it cut a thousand times in to me.

I thought it would heal, but
words spoken about us, what
I meant to you, the fracture became
a crack, as I grabbed at my chest
as it could now be felt cutting even
deeper I to the feelings within me.

Then the words I thought I would
never hear, from the lips of others
whispers that screamed at me. I
asked a truth to you and then my
heart shattered in to pieces as you
said you never loved me.

I could have tried to pick up this
fragile thing, but now my heart
is replaced by steel, glass was
weak as now I see, ill never
let another shatter my heart
as it is now cold solid steel
to me.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Crazy** is
as Crazy
does, that
means I'm totally INSANE...
 May 2014
Poetic T
You awake from your sleep next
to me, I see beauty before my
eyes you smile look at me, you
go for a kiss then exhale, its like
something died in your mouth
during the night so powerful I
fall out of bed.

My god I can taste it in my nose,
my eyes water, you ask did I hurt
my self with my fall, I have to tell
her the truth.

She looks open mouthed, I have to
be polite and ask her to shut her
mouth. To extinguish that breath
use mouth wash, toothpaste, Jesus
something just to rid you of this
death breath you keep breathing
out towards me.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I have it, so do you ,
that bug that gets under your skin.
It itches when it first bites,
then it latches on with all its might.

With hope that its little pincers will inject
its drug in to you. ya may itch, may come
out in a rash, heart beat fastens this
funny feeling that comes over you.

Am I infected I have feeling coming through,
It only takes one bite for the stubborn hearted
maybe two. But when this little bug does coming
it after one thing only to infect you.

We all get bitten at least once in our lives,
its the bug who chooses not me or you.
The words will follow after time,
the itching calms down,
but then I will say to who gets bitten,
"I love you, and you say it back *"baby I love you to.
We all get at least once in our lives
 May 2014
Raj Arumugam
Little Tim and Little Sam
were playing by a stream
and Tim went off
to ease himself
and Sam grew impatient
waiting so long for him;
and so he ran along
to catch up with Tim

And there was Tim
behind a tree
at the stream
looking at a naked woman swim -
so Tim and Sam,
both growing boys, stood
side by side watching the phenomenon

And suddenly Tim ran off
and Sam followed his friend
and catching his breath, he said:
Why did you run away?

And Tim's reply was
to the point, and firm:
*My mom warned me
if I looked at a woman naked
I'd turn to stone -
and how true, for while at the stream
I felt something of me harden!
no notes necessary - it's all, I believe, self-explanatory...
 May 2014
Jonathan B Wilson
Death strap
Hanging at the gallows
I feel like I'm in a death trap
Waiting for ghostly hallows

Brushing at my skin
Claustrophobia sets in
Always choking me
I just wanna be free

When I have to wear it
I wanna tear it
I throw a fit
This is bullsh*t

I always feel welted
Each time leaving a new scar
Every time I'm seat belted
Into this car
I really don't like seat belts.
 May 2014
Jonathan B Wilson
Trekking down the road
I'm giving up hope
Failing under this load
At the end of my rope

Heading towards a way out
I just want to shout
As cars whizz by
I just wanna die

Come such a long way
With such a long way left
I am feeling bereft
Stripped of my senses

This long awaited heat
Now a curse as I sweat
Stopping to rest my feet
I begin to fret
 May 2014
Jonathan B Wilson
A fresh cut, a new mar
Soon just another scar
One more to add to the collection
Every time I look in the mirror

Yet I still seek my reflection
A fresh cut, a new mar
I can't help but keep collectin

The sort of cuts I make
Could make minds break
And still I seek my rejection

I don't know how much I can take
My mind it's strong
But everywhere
There's another mirror

There's no escape
When the blades
Are my own eyes

Staring with their haunted cast
At a shadow cloaked in lies

These scars are ugly welts
I stare at shamefully
But the cuts need to be made
For I hate what's become of me
 May 2014
Paris
Some guys will leave lip prints on your body that will fade away, but will leave cuts in your heart that will last forever.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Wonder why I'm here
Am I here again?
Why can't I leave,
Just like the wind?
Just something I wrote a few weeks ago.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I was once in love that was
a long time ago, I am just a
skeleton of what I was once
before.

I had a heart it beat every
second, but that was a long
time past, now dust in my
hand dried up is the love.

Then I meet you and the dust
became moist, not beating but
not ash as once before. I felt blood
flow and my skeleton had muscles
and veins once more.

muscles to move veins for my blood
to flow, then my heart did beat a single
beat no more. We spent time together
then you touched hand skin was there
as we did hold each others hand.

I was hole was more, not the skeleton
I was once before, a kiss exploded on my
lips and my heart skipped a beat and then beat
some more, love was pumping through me
body heart and all.

Where once I was dead to feeling, I am
whole once more. my heart no longer dust
in my palms, it beats with love once more
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Lonely silence is the loudest silence of all
You always notice it
It's in the air around you
And inside of you too
And when you get home
After locking the door
The silence is louder
You set your keys down on the table
Goto a fridge full of food, but there's nothing to eat to make this lonely silence go away
You go up stairs to your bedroom
To a neatly made bed and books scattered among the floor
You take off your jacket and clothes
Then leap into the shower
You can still feel the silence
And it's weighing you down
You slide down to your knees wearing a frown
You want to cry but sit there till the water runs cold
Then slip out and put on a night gown
You lie in bed thinking this boring life never gets better and will I ever get better? Will I still be lonely forever?
Then you close your eyes as billions of the same questions run around your mind just like every night
Then you fall asleep
After drinking your bottle of solution and downing all the gin you could take before finally dying
And now you've woken up from a dream you were hoping was real
Just like every night
*It's full of lonely silence
There's a difference between silence and lonely silence. There's also another silence in there. Hope you can guess it.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
I read all of our old messages
They make a bitter smile come to my face
They make a bitter laugh come out my mouth
I am glad you at least told me the truth

However,
The truth you told me makes me feel worst
And for some reason it makes me smile

How does that make me smile?
It made me laugh too

I really must be as pitiful and as messed up as you said I was

And Ne'coe said it too

I still find it amusing

He had a girlfriend who was a harlot
And he was a church boy
She cheated on him loads of times
He knew it, but was blinded and deaf by his love for her

Mirruh,
I don't know much about you
Maybe that's one of the reasons why we weren't ever friends
Sometimes I catch myself regretting not being good enough for you
But you knew me well
You told me how you felt about me
It almost crushed my heart at the time
But I reread those messages and laugh at how I want to cry
How I want to make you feel what I felt that day
I'm still holding on to what was lost when it was never found
I sometimes catch myself being that same pitiful way
The way you told me I was
I hate myself even more now
I hate being this way
I keep holding on
I don't know how to let go
How do I let go what I still want?
I got one of the things I wanted
It was what I denied
That I was pitiful
And I am messed up
I got her and Ne'coe to admit it the hard way
I set myself up for it
I'm glad you said it
Cause now there's no way for me to deny it
Cause you admitted it too
Her real name isn't mirruh but that's what we called her. Her real name is chyna. Ne'coe's girlfriend did cheat on him. But I can't personally say she's a harlot (she cheated on him a lot), but he loves her. I'm still trying to let go. And the funny thing is I guess I did want them to admit it, that I'm pitiful and broken. And they did. And I hate that I did that to them. Sometimes I wish we were friends again, but other times I don't. But now that I have found out I did want them to I will have to deal with it.
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