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They say there's  a superhero for everyone.
Cool!
Except
im still waiting for mine
I have no superman
No spiderman
SURE AS HELL not Batman
so i wait.
Because  situations occur when
...
I sure need one.
When my  dad is beating my face  in,
I wish the justice league would pop in
Rip him off
And send him to space.
Wishful thinking...
Or is there a chance
One might come along....
Hm
If you  love me
I will be the most loyal companion.
If you love me
I will hold you forever
Each kiss will  hold meaning
And each "i love you" will be sincere
If you love me
I will lay down my  life for you
I will give you everything i got.
My time will  be yours
My life will be yours.
If you love me
I will  give everything to ensure your happieness.
If you love me
I will stand  for you
I will comfort you with every piece of love i have  
If you love me
I will be kind and loving
Caring and  apologetic
If you love  me
I will be forever.
If you love me
I will grab the moon
Wrangle all the stars together
And fit them into a snow globe.
All for you.
If you will allow  me to love you
*we will be unstoppable
Bitter beatings
Outflow
My  happiest memories...
*anyone else?
You litte ******
Dont question  me
You little ******
Try to fight back at me!
You little ******
Get mad
Get ******!
Little  ******
Get up
Hurry  your fat *** up!
You little  ******
Clean your ******* blood off the floor
You little ******
Dont act like it hurts
You little  ******
You dont have a right  to feel sad
You little ******
Dont stare at me with your ugly ***
You little  ******
Im gonna ****  ya'
You little ******
Lets go out back
You little ******
Be lucky thats all you got
You little ******
Stop your crying
You little ******
Get up! Come on! Now!
You little ******
There aint no one to save you
You little ******
Get out of my sight
-
All things  my lovely father has said
Hm?
Bullies are just bullies, right?
But what if its your *father?
 Jul 2016 Wordforged Fool
Helen
The Most Beautiful Art
in the world
would have to be
the Mosaic
Sometimes, you have to
break yourself
to remake yourself
and that is the
Most Beautiful Thing
*Ever
 Jul 2016 Wordforged Fool
Helen
A poem, that's not a poem
but gets 2 thousands reads
lands on the Daily
and makes my heart bleed
So much fighting, back biting,
such inverted sense
of there own
proliferate nonsense
Drowning out the artful voices
of the souls that bleed
poetic choices
Sitting in their towers
built from dung
measuring  how meanly
they are hung
while many other voices
chime in and you can't hear the truth
crowing inside the din
it's like an ache in a tooth!

Some truly beautiful poems
that will hold your heart,
most bearing their souls
and simply enjoying the art!
Connecting on a level
that cares little for 'hearts'
just waiting for someone to say
'Hi, I feel what you wrote'
Not caring about figures, or charts

Be you one voice under one name
or one voice under many
If one is a vitriolic persona
rest assured the others are just as ugly


I'd have to give HP
a 2/10 this week

Sadly it's impossible to articulate
while being drowned when trying to speak.
Just to wrap it up ;)
 Jul 2016 Wordforged Fool
Helen
Once it was a place of sorrow
where bathing came from hot tears
warmth barely came from Tomorrow
little thought was give to more years

Where eating was swallowing a truth
that was just sawdust coated in lies
Mirrors simply reflected angry youth
all seen through drug clouded eyes

Upon a bed of razor sharp intentions
She painted a heart upon her chest
from the blood that flowed in rivulets
in the indentations of her weakness
She sighed that she did her best

She found herself upon silvery shores
under an incandescent Sun
hoping that she had evaded the laws
condemning her for what she had done

Head thrown back in a field of dreams
Serenity in her tumultuous gaze
Lips curved gently against the screams
so much clarity in a languid daze

She gently caressed coloured flowers
with hands that had never sought to protect
from the constantly brutal storm showers
that raged when she failed to connect

Where once there was only rain
all she could now feel was dry
Where once she was warped by pain
utter tranquility she could not deny

She rebuilt herself in a different place
in a skin that was as hardened as stone
Where her demons could find no trace
far away from all she had known
she never went home again
And in between the changes she moved a ghost to only haunt my wants .
To deny the needs and linger in such a tormented pleasure the poison leaves only the lust.

In between rounds the music's backdrop faded as thought's of sharks and ****** of all sort simply lingered for the **** and the prey was clear.
She held the keys and I simply admired the view in between drinks .

A good dancer moves with the music and a true one owns the moment and makes you forget all the rest.
She could pop the clutch without ever shifting the gears the nights tension was electric and the passion was as real as the false splendor of the buzz.

Nights are a mystery and **** if her page wasn't worth reading and if not it didn't matter when the mind escapes the wolves .

Never to consider the want **** the politics!
The race was far better than its finish and the night played far better in my favor standing alone.

In those moments we share and between the emptiness we try in vain to fill the scene of perfection and the silence a pleasure in the hours .
Tonight I viewed the devils outline.
She was a picture the fragment of a fix and the night a backdrop. Summer wasn't all that kept the night hot .

As night was chased to light .
Sometimes its best to never show your cards .

As tomorrow was never my destiny but tonight was are pleasure.

The page tattered has seen its share and the rest is best left a mystery.

It was a hell of a view .
**** opinions and shut up and write .

Cheers
Once it was so ******* easy to connect.
We drifted as stranger's.
And now I a relic.
Stands part of something long forgotten.

Fueled by ego now drown in rejection they all leave you eventually.
Friends are nothing more than accidents waiting to happen I need only the critic to tell me I'm wrong to know something still is done right.

A theater of my thoughts tattered in a  part of town long since overlooked by others stands all the same as I still remain.

My pages worn beaten exist with as much passion as they did so long ago.

Fruits of my labor now rotten none wish to consume.
**** what you know!
For even I cannot understand whom I truly am.
Trace the lines there still mine just the same .

I listened to the fools laughter at my expense thinking I have lost what we never choose to behold.
The sleeping dog simply waits for the chase worth while than runs to
do something simply to spend time.

I never left I simply waited .

Time choses the fate and I simply fill in the blanks.
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