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 Nov 2014 Hoping2bhelpfull
Jack
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I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
 Nov 2014 Hoping2bhelpfull
Molly
attacked me like
a rabid dog
eager to taste flesh

bit into me like
raw meat
(because really that's all I am)

tore me open like
wrapping paper on a gift
you weren't supposed to see yet


I shut down like
a restaurant with health code violations
infested with rats

fell into you like
pavement
from thirty stories

poisoned myself like
a carbon monoxide car garage
falling unconscious long before death
 Nov 2014 Hoping2bhelpfull
Emmy
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
Don't allow yourself to feel "dumb" or "stupid" based on your inability to achieve something you care little about.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
Something lives below my skin,
It’s burrowed down, deep within
It burns my body, wearing me thin
And that ***** won’t ever give in

It scrabbles and rives, as I tear me apart
With nails like knives, so close to my heart
I claw at my limbs with fingers that seek
To split open my flesh, the tissue so weak

Blood busts forth as I tear at the itch
As I work hard to get rid of this *****
My nails dyed red, I can not stop now
The need so strong, to exorcise it somehow

Covered in scars, scabbing and sore
As I cry with the pain, limbs ragged and raw
I pause for a moment waiting to see
If it is no longer residing in me

Holding my breath, maybe its gone
If I can’t rid myself of this wrong
This dark demon will drive me insane
But it comes crawling again and again

Something lives below my skin,
It’s burrowed down, deep within
It burns my body, wearing me thin
And that ***** won’t ever give in
I had it all,
If only I'd known that I had
I had it all & I lost it
& I feel the worst kind of sad
I lost it all.

To have it all
To turn back time
& have it all
His love be mine
I'd have it all

I lost it
I know only too well that I have
I lost it all & I feel it
It's the worst kind of sad
I had it all
I really did have it all...
 Oct 2014 Hoping2bhelpfull
susan
there is nothing sadder
than a person who has given up...
no hope
nothing to look forward to
no desire to care
no one to care about
feeling useless
helpless
at one with himself
no, there is nothing sadder than that.
Seeking my younger self in the depths of the mirror that sparkles.
The mirror of sparkles,
which dwells in the river of moments once spent.
Spent as bullets.
Once fired from a living gun.
The living gun, as the are bullets wasted.
Now, in  virtual silence, ones self is found in a poetry book.
One, I writ.
I write for relief.
For  the exorcism of demons.
Repentant pleasure.
Penance at the end of a pen.
My medication.
My religion.
My love.
(C) Livvi
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