"I didn't mean to break it" he said,
Holding my heart in his hands.
"I didn't mean to break it
I swear it wasn't my plan".
He held my mangled heart out,
Unsure of what to do.
"I didn't mean to break it,
But I don't have any glue".
I watched him let the pieces drop
And bounce around the floor.
"I didn't mean to break it,
But I don't love you anymore".

Where does hierarchy begin?
    Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?

Where does your dignity be placed?
   Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.

Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.

No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.

Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.

Dignity is placed -
where you respect yourself the most
and Hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...

© Pax

When I was a kid
I don't rem-ember exactly when
5, maybe 6, or seven
my mother was such a *******
she'd tell me to "go get the belt"

and I, like a dolt,
would go the the closet
in my room
grab a nice one
and return to her with it

Where she would
repeatedly strike me with it
this would go on for a period
of about four years

Until one day an old man
entered my room and witted
"Hey Kid! next time she asks
you to "go get the belt"
Go HIDE!

Unless you want to be beaten again
for being a go-get-'er"

Really feeling very bad to write sad always
And guilty too
To the world I can act
But here I couldn't
When I read poems
My longing increases
And think y God hates only me
When see some poems sad
Just think y am losing my sense of poetry too
Once I record my sadness as beautiful poetry
But now I hate myself
I don't want to write
So went and heard music
Still am same sad
Music is awesome
But am got some
....insane
Sort for posting

I love HP like anything
But I think I need to quit
To save lovable HP

Sorry ...

I placed my hope between the wings of honey bees
To watch them fly away with it
My dreams, upon stars glittering in the velvet beyond
They've long since fallen
Thoughts of life,
given to butterflies, only to poison them
Voice, placed in a crows mouth
Only a caw
Any beauty in my possession
went to the gargoyles, they needed it more
My heart, I so gently laid upon the flower petals
Then winter came
My Love,
I climbed the mighty oak,
And placed it in the leaves
To watch it fall, leaf by leaf,
turning to dust
in the cold~A

I truly, madly, deeply love you
but I insanely like him too
I wish you were both one
And not the two of you

To take a single direction
One I wouldn't regret - if only I knew
Or somehow be able to
Make a portmanteau of you two

Because it's breaking me
It's tearing me apart...to choose
Between you - my hurtful fountain of love
And a loving fountain of joy, that isn't you

I wish I could let a little time pass us by
So we all can arrive at the truth
Maybe it was infatuation, that would fade away
Or maybe, our love was meant to be doomed

I would rather take my time
For I cannot be untrue
I'm not the kind of a woman
To cheat myself, him, or you

Cold, lonely shower.
Watching the skies turn dark grey.
Soft piano notes.