Day 1: I want to tear my skin off. My heart is beating so fast i can barley breathe. I feel so filthy.
Day 2: I can't believe this. I don't want to be here. Why did this happen? Why did I let this happen?
Day 5: I guess I drank too much and my friends were to drunk to stop me.
Day 10: I can't face my friends, I can't live my life.
Week 3: No one knows. He hasn't said a word.
Week 6: It happened again, I was sleeping and he did it again. Why did I stay the night? Why didn't I go straight home?
Week 7: He left and kissed me goodbye. I don't know how to feel.
Week 10: My life's out of control, I can't believe whats happening.
Month 5: My boyfriend knows. But not all details. Just thinking about it, makes me want to take a shower.
Month 8: I finally came clean to my friends. They're appalled. They hate him now. I still feel filthy. I can't get his smell off my body still.
Month 11: The anniversary is soon. What am I going to do?
Year 1: I haven't spoken to him in months. I haven't thought about it in days. I still feel as if hes on top of me, why can't I wash him away?

Its an uphill battle with myself and others. Some days I can't get out of bed or even feel like breathing.
But I try not to let him get to me. Because if he sees my weakness from what hes done,
He's won.

What is it my love? You've been quiet.
solemnly nodding to the rhythms of silence.
Are you sick love? Or just adjusting to our lifestyle.
I feel so empty inside. All the appeal, the feeling. It's gone.
You can fill that void my love, like we used to. With knowledge.

...

You chose this love. You chose perfection over feeling.
You chose to get rid of all distractions.
You chose being god over man.
Get out of your old habits they won't bring you happiness anymore.

What am I? What are we?
Gods my love. Without conscience.
A human is defined by his ability to feel.
A god is defined by his power.
The more we know my love, the more power we have.
What is power?
Ability. Knowledge. Strength.
And when we learn by hurting people?
We don't need to feel a single hint of guilt.

What about her? My last love.
Your last outlet. The only thing keeping you alive.
Without her my love, you will disappear. Though I'll keep your heart preserved.
Why would you be so kind psychopath?
Only you can feel love and whats life without it?

Boring

You're a genius my love.
Why don't you want to **** everyone now? Your out.
Oh my love. When everything and everyone ceases making me feel.
Then I'll **** everyone and you won't be able to do a thing about it.
But till then, my love. Let us be as gods.
When it ends, when we have nothing to gain. You'll **** me too won't you.
If there is nothing, this world doesn't deserve you my love.

I read your poems and I feel as if I know you
As if I have known you for your entire life
As if I have witnessed every smile and tear in the night
Every nightmare that causes your fright
I read your poems and I feel as if I know you.  

I read your poems and I feel like you trust me
Like I am your dearest friend and you confide only in me
So close we are, you tell me every thing
I read your poems and I feel like you trust me.

I read your poems in silence and I have forgotten where I am
Line after line I nod my head because I understand
I read about you and where it all began
I put you down and pick you up to read in silence and am lost once again.

The Healer

*The sadness fell on the earth
like spiders webs.
Hanging from the starless sky.
The healer wept in empathy
of the world’s broken heart.
Taking a globe that held
all the places on this planet
He layed his healing hands upon it.
Tell me where it hurts he whispered
Tell me now I will drain my healing powers
Into it.
It shouted in the sorrow
of a soul in pain.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.
Everywhere.

Like people are rewarded in public for what the practiced by themselves for years...
Walk into life with the acceptance that it is not going to be given to you...
Quit making ******* excuses.... these are only you showcasing your faults....
GREATNESS is not earned like a paycheck.... merely allowed to escape from the fear that held it back.....
If failure makes you quit then to succeed at your craft never truly lived within....
Death is a part of life and to live never meant a lifetime a minute can be spent LIVING....
HOLD NO ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR FAILURES BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER GIVE CREDIT TO ANYONE FOR YOUR SUCCESS.....
When standing on the path of greatness haters will only throw storms of "you cant" and "you wont" in your face.....
Brace yourself stand where you are...... You don't have to move forward but DONT move back.....
PAIN can and will be the greatest asset to your vision don't let it anchor you to mediocrity....
WHEN you finally die leave no room for regret I can only hope as I go only happy memories of independent growth flash before my eyes...
PASS it on there is never a cap for greatness it can live forever DO NOT let it die with you....
SUCCESS CANNOT BE MEASURED BY ANYONE BUT YOU IF YOU ARE TRYING TO SUCCEED FOR OTHERS YOU WILL FAIL....

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
High on a windy hill
so beautiful and serene.
She told me
she was a fallen angel.
And her wings
had been taken away.
She said she would
teach me how to fly one day.
high over the thermals
with mountain tops below.
It was a sad
yet beautiful untruth.
She held out her arms
and enfolded me in them.
The beautiful fallen angel
with the sunlit hair
and eyes as blue
as a summer sky.
the only one
who can make
my lonely heart sing.

My lust, my thirst,
Day by day happen to increase,
But the truth is it darling,
That my life till date has been cease (d)

Those brown eyes.
That warm smile.
That sweet heart.
You a wonderful and exciting woman.

Your nice hugs.
Your common sense approach.
You're  deserving of a toast.
Besides , you're the one I love the most.
Yes, I'm talking 'bout you.

Angels upon earth lies within you.
Yes, I'm talking 'bout you.
Yes, wonderful, wonderful you.