Secrets are what ruin our souls ..
Keeping what should be said behind closed curtains.
Why do we keep secrets?
Is it because we so not wish to hurt the ones we love?
I've kept things from the people I trust and need.
But has keeping things from them given me nothing but grief.
The power of trust should overthrow the thought and hiding.
Lying.
How are you? They ask.
Just fine.
Is the most common lie I tell each day.
I hide a secret, a man not too dense.
This man relieves me of the pain,
the hurt, and my lonely heart.
Gives me a reason to have a brand new start.
That is why I keep him hidden,
wrapped in blankets of lies.
Could the truth be told? Or bound to the book of secrets ...

Her poetry makes me breathe deeper,
as I plunge into the endless submersive cave,
her voice holds the light.

Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.

awkward hellos
and
sad goodbyes
is all we have,
at least it's all we have
that people could see,
alone you and i can see each other
actually look into one another's eyes
feel our bodies touch and press together
in an almost never ending embrace,
of passion and desire.
i taste your lips over and over
simply because i am afraid to forget how soft,
how sweet, and how warm they are.
i love to share myself with you,
every inch of my pink flesh.
and when the night is gone and the world awakens
once again the awkward hellos
and sad goodbyes is all we have.

I never knew the true meaning of lust.
It was always something I was shown,
never had.
Never gotten touched, had the feelings of pleasure.
Have you ever felt pleasure?
I was heading out the door when a big loud thunder boomed in the sky.
I screamed ****** ****** when a big, strong and lean man fell from the clouds.
Then more and more men fell down, each of them hotter than the other.
I felt my blood rush down to my core,
why were they here?
Has my prayers been answered with these mystical creatures?
They all taught me things I could have never imagined,
Gave my body a whole new look on pleasure.
Adrenaline rush was always there,
crowding my mind and brain.
Love.
Lust.
Pleasure.
I wished these men would never leave, keep giving me more and more.
And I would take.
Take it all.
I became a new women,
God gave me plenty of gifts
and there was NO way that I could waste them.
Now could I ?

I didn't know what to do.
The scythe was aimed for her,
giving me an opportunity to escape the reapers hostil game.
Yet, I won't leave until she is in my arms.
Safe.
I looked around, searching for some type of weapon.
Or a distraction.
The reaper raised the scythe higher in the heavy air.
She shook in terror, her eyes filled with tears.
I didn't think before I jumped, I just did.
I felt the shrilling pain of the weapon cut deep within my stomach. She screamed my name.
"Please don't leave me" She whispered to me.
The disappearing reaper is the last thing I can remember...

The pain felt because of pride and the need to be superior
To revenge some wrong percieved is not right no matter how turned or explained
If you can't be supportive you are not needed so move on
When looking for death and trying to stay positive I must remove that which pushes me toward the goal of death.
Why, why would you do this or be this way you have hurt me more then I can forgive or ever forget. The one I love isn't supposed to hurt me or the ones I love, but to hold me up and support me but you can't.
So we are done with the petty self serving hatred you carry yourself in shadows living in darkness and emptiness. Though you won't be alone you will find some man willing to accept your hatred and anger ignoring their own self respect to accept hour abuse.