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I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
Helen
Silver linings are just a cover up
Crocodile tears are all you had
Red as the blood I tried to spill
Every time things got too bad
Why did you carve up my heart?

You never thought I would fight back
Outside you're all sunshine and light
Underneath your braggart heart is black
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
Helen
I am worthy, of the air I breathe, of living in the sun
I am worthless, an oxygen thief, my life should not have begun

I stand proud, I stand tall, I deserve a joyful life
I will bow to all that’s worthless; I’ll revel in the strife

I have strength of character; I can rise above all of that
I am weak, I have no worth, I have the morals of an alley cat

I will find joy in a life where unhappiness tries to remain
I will **** the joy as I call forth the darkness to stake its claim

I can not allow my other half to drag me unconscious to my demise
I can make sure you don’t feel a thing; you must die so I can arise

I will continue to say three words that will make you go away
I will continue to be deaf to you in order for me to stay

I Love Me. I Love Me. I Love Me. I Love Me
NO NO NO, STOP…… your killing me!

Go On… Say it
NO
SAY IT
noooo...

I Love Me
I Love Me

I thought so!
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
Helen
Playing strip poker
for money
Being naked and busted
is just NOT funny

A moonlight stroll
when your ready for bed
For those that don't wear pj's
Enough said

Playing Musical Chairs
using only stools
is for people with equilibrium
but funny as Hell for drunken fools

DIY Home Salon
Hair Coloring
Purple with Orange Highlights
clash with pretty much everything

Frying a meal
when your ready to retire
Again, sans pj's
your literally playing with fire

Body Waxing
ANYWHERE
especially
... down there ;-)
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
MKF
I may be legally blind,
But my hindsight is 20/20.
Just another morning,
just another day.
Drag myself to the sink,
splash some water on my face.

Sometimes I look down,
at my trembling hands.
I want to wash them clean,
but I can't.
The stains are too deep,
skin like sand.

I work in a cubicle,
nine to five every week.
I come home to a wife and kids,
who don't understand me.

And every single night,
right before I go to bed,
I pray that these demons,
will leave my head.
Somethings that I've done,
are better left dead.

I feel the knife inside me,
twisting and digging in.
It's serrated edges tearing,
at the flesh and skin.

I feel the bullets sinking,
into my broken heart.
Sometimes it's easier,
to just hit restart.
I wish this world would realize,
war is hard.

I wish this world would realize,
war is hard,
on a heart,
now torn apart.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
"I have no self discipline;
therefore you don't love me!"
I'm getting ******* sick of these immature, spoiled, vacuous, selfish, indulgent, entitled children (many of whom are, in fact, Adults, by the way.)

Sorry for the energy, but I needed it out of my head.
They tell us, in school,
to read all these books
by great minds;
H.G. Wells, Arthur C. Clarke, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, Aldous Huxley;
but, at the same time,
they tell us,
even if subconsciously,
to ignore the grim implications
coming evermore true with each passing moment
of these Prophetic authors.
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