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I'm confused
I'm unsure of who you are
Your words cut deeper than you think
I don't now if your words are true
All I know is that your you
I can't change who you are
I'm not even going to try
My only question is why?
Why do you mess me around
Just give me a message loud and clear
Tell me so I can hear
For someone I barely know but would like to know better
Me
Fire in my soul
Death in my eyes
My enemy is me
This I dispise

You keep me on the edge
You hold me there
You don't let me fall
I know that you care
To my saver
I cry inside
There emotion will hide
I can not let you in
It's to dark to sad
I'm sorry I love you
People close to me get hurt
But the closest to me sink with me
To my saver
I give so much light
Yet dark is all that returns
I fill the world with happiness
Yet I am sadder than ever
The smile on my face covers up my scars
No one but you can make my smile true
I will miss smiling
To M.I.G.F you know who u r
Tears ran down her face
A face that was black as tar
Because of all her bruises
And that dreadful month old scar

He hit her again
And a new surge of pain
Ran through her already grazed face
She fell to the ground
With a bone crunching sound
And a scream escaped her lips
Her pail skin covered in rips

She stayed on the ground
She couldn’t escape
She tried to believe she wasn’t awake
And with one last hit she wasn’t
Misty death
Dampened fate
Rotting tree
Rusty gate

Silver mirror
Tarnished ring
Hollow soul
Bell chimes sing
 Sep 2014 insane hatter
Tryst
Sometimes
When I’m writing at night,
I hear them

Lurking
Silently in the darkness,
Ever watchful

Furtively
I glance behind me,
"Who’s there?"

I don’t mind
Voices that laugh, or cry
Or "tut tut" profusely

*But the silence
Of empty footprints
Can be deafening
First published 17th Sept 2014, 18:15 AEST
his hair dances with the wild animals
his eyes roar with the howling wind
his heart pounds like the thumping waves
his feet running like the pounding  flame
his courage never ending
his whole body kindling the excitement
his pray just minutes from death
the wind kisses my cheeks
the ground clears my path
the plants bares fragrances
the fire slowly sings
the water crawls down the trees
the world treasures me
for
i am the daughter
my girl has a toy puppy
it's a REAL pup to her
this week she is called Cutie
except for on Tuesday when she was known as Philemina

Cutie is small and plump and silky plush
soft brown and black
fat
and comforting
her plush has stayed remarkably plush despite all the loving

'She is so soft and silken!' i exclaim
'Yes,' says my girl, 'Except for this spot.'
and she shows me the place on Cutie by her front leg
where the fur is strange and you can feel
the plastic that binds her plush

'That's ok,' i say, 'We all have our strange spots.'
'I have one here,' says my girl
and she shows me the spot by her hairline
where the hair is a bit strange and you can feel
the skin that binds her muscle and blood inside

'We are the same,' smiles my girl
'Me and Cutie have our strange spots.'

i love my girl
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