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Pity and sadness
Lust causes me madness
Roses and chocolate are needles in my eye sockets.
And moonlit nights they
Fog my eyes cause
All my life's been
One bad ride
I wish for death
Any
Blissful end
But it won't come
Life won't end
So
My eyes will weep
And all will see
A creeps eyes bread nought.
Save tainted seas.
It a poem about the mixture of hormones and rejection all thrown in together. This is my greatest challenge constantly trying to find someone that loves me,cares about me and understands me. But it's hard when you aren't pretty,funny,smart,or relatable it kind of repels every all human beings from you but I try anyway and fail then I'm back to pen and paper cause theynever leave me why is life and love so hard
I'm broken
Worthless to my owner
No care for me at all
They think I was born to fail
Send me away I'm a sinful
Lock me in hay with no bail
Inject me with lead you'd all love if I were dead.
Cut out my eyes listen to me wail.
Tear me to pieces cause I'm frail.
**** with my feelings it's okay it's a game
Soon I'll be hangin like other *****.
Slave to no man but a noose.
Before death I'll be screaming you'll love that tune.
I'm lit like a flame but burning in pain.
Put knives in my brain.
I'll be sharp in my head.
Deathwish is what I want.
While I'm bleeding to death.
My death will be praised.
They all I've never been sane.
I cry myself to sleep.
At my funeral don't weep.
You cut me wide open
So 'll get a late abortion.
You played with my emotions
More than with female sheath
You took away my oxygen
When you lied to me
I know you never liked me though
I always knew you were a fraud
You said you're queer when my heart speaks
So now all girls just disgust me.
I was never good at lust
I get confused with loving
This is about real experience I'm a hopeless romantic
 Oct 2018 Demonatachick
Eric W
i recycle my words
stitch them rip them
tear them apart
turn them into monstrosities
frankensteins of lines
transplant them from here to there
from yours to mine and mine
to none
dead brain dead weight
fallen limbs and the
butchers table
to who or whom
do they belong not mine
let them rot decay
and fade with the times
a madman and a cleaver
cleaving clinging slinging
syllables together senselessly
sensually
torn flesh from bone
marrow and bloodletting
to purify the sickness
A brake
To take a break
To not to break
#s
A brake - just in time is a good break , time to rejuvenate :)  just words :)
The pillars in the caves
Encrypted and engraved
Ancient they are
Have stood for ages
Weathering changes
Light cold rain dark , the sunshine all gone
The pillars in the caves stand tall
There is a story , many told
Lost in ages ,memories old
Something to be found
The story profound
Only the brave hearts
Unravel the mystery of the history
The strength of the pillars
Ancient they are
Not everyone can and would want to know
Ancient caves have pillars , with encrypted text , that’s mesmerising and mysterious
Penning down the thoughts
Am I not done with the words
Have I used them all?

Round and round
Thoughts and words
In the loop bound


The thoughts have been naughty
Jump off the mind cliff,  doughty
Don’t want to be worded
Flight to nowhere boarded
Off the radar crash land , all spotty
I am all about thoughts and words
Have been so all my life
Words ,being a recent find

A promise to my thoughts, I will word them all
To keep or break it , am yet to decide

The thoughts featherweight, upwards they fly
Words earth bound , gravity they can’t defy

The thoughts ,In silence they live
In words they die , To live another life
All about , Thoughts & Words :)
A passionate dancer , excellent teacher
You possess an innate quality of a master
The one with a discerning nature

You understand the heart of your students
With your dance moves you are prudent

Positive energy flows through the dance floor
when you say one two three four

To the  music I can dance
Folk , never took a chance
You taught the moves and grooves
My fear has gone without a trace
And someday will learn some  grace

On the dance floor
Like a bright star you shone
Sure , one day you will
Run a Academy of your own
A little dedication to my dance coach who conducted the garba workshop
It’s been a month I Have joined a dance fitness academy ,
A ten day
Workshop was arranged for garba , a folk dance from Gujarat , performed by women during Navratri festival .
Was a bit apprehensive about the folk dance yet on insistence of my coach at the academy attended the workshop ,enjoyed every bit of it !!
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