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I love the darkness
It’s easy to find the light in the darkness
I love the darkness
I cant see the scars in the darkness
I love the darkness
I can escape in the darkness
I love the darkness
My imagination runs wide in the darkness

I hate darkness
The light hasn’t come to save me in the darkness
I hate darkness
Monsters find it easy to lurk in the darkness
I hate the darkness
It’s quiet  in the darkness
I hate the darkness
Through the silence I hear the screams in the darkness

I love the darkness
I hate the darkness
Scared in the darkness
But comfortable in the darkness
Cant see how far I have gone in the darkness
Can’t see how far I have fallen in the darkness
All I know is darkness
I’ll also know when my light comes in darkness.

-Deborah EHi.
 Apr 2015 Jack Solomon
Just Melz
Today, a mistake was made
              Some words were said,
      my sight went red
and my bond with you was severely frayed
       Now, I'm ******.
  Here's something that you missed
        you ****** up
     I've been betrayed
        So go to Hell and tell Satan
    you're a heathen worth hating

Today, a memory was lost
              Some things were forgotten
      I'm paying the cost
and all the love we shared has been tossed
       Out the window
  Here's something you don't know
           I ******* hate you
        I'm over all the *******
      So next time you decide to speak my name
   Remember you lost and I'm the game

Today, a truth shined through
         all the lies
   in which you relied
       I can't stand how I got ******* while you always got the best of me
        Now I'm enraged enough to say,  
             "*******!"
Yeah, today my blood congealed
               I sewed the wound shut,
       but the scar will never heal
                For this,
      I ******* hate you.
and I hope your death hurts a great deal

Today, a lie was told
      As if it was the gods honest truth
             I can see it all clearly now
  But what's the use?
      I'm tattered, battered and abused
And I'm blaming it all on you
              I've lost so much already
     What else is there to lose?
         I ******* hate you!
What story is there to tell?
          What's left to say?
      How about this....
                *GO TO HELL!!!
Thank you Frank for working on this with me and helping to release some pent up anger, from both of us. You're incredible, as always. ❤
 Dec 2014 Jack Solomon
Just Melz
They say the eyes are the
     window to the soul,
        I say looking through
can make you lose control.
     Climb through to depths
            you can't imagine
        and you'll discover
   the sunshine within,
        and a love so **genuine.
Thx Frank <3
Digging through this wall in my mind
Trying to erase you
Amazingly
It's so much easier than last time
All the little remnants of
you
Just bad memories
And dreams I'm glad
never
came true
Thinking of the things you
did
And will probably do
I'm so glad we're through
That
"love"
was never true
But
me,
I've found something new

Seriously
It's joyous not thinking about you
I
actually feel happy
In a way you
never
made me
Now you message me.
Really,
Trying to be friendly?
No.
I know what being
loved
feels like now
And it was never
you
So, do us both a favor....
Admit you wish it was me
Instead of her
Cause, we both know
she never loved you
either

At least I actually cared about you
Please, notice the past tense
Like in my name
The feelings are through
I know you'll
Never Forget
*The Girl Who Loved You
our minds become a battle field
constant trail and error
we think about what could
what should
and what would we have done

we allow our mind to rule our emotions
we think that this
so we do that
we want that so we go
and do this

the mind is manipulative
sometimes we want to know
what others are thinking
but we know we never will

it is the mouth that spits our rage
spits bullets
it wounds others that are around us
because we don't stop to think
what is the consequence

and our arms that show
and cause others to feel hurt
we hurt others by hitting
fighting

I have a question....
                            what has our world come to???
Where else can a poet stay
a secret space in his poetry
The best get away
Hidden from this crude ugly world
In the name of creativity
Be comfortable with words of arts

A poet hides in a metaphor
Unveiled the untold...
Unapologetically figurative...
Being complacent in his secrecy...
In making each stands

The beauty of poetries....
The poet  bets his fortune
In each magical words
In every stanza.......
His breath...
His life...
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