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There are demons in your closet
It is obvious to me
You left the door wide open
Setting those ******* free

Anger lashed out first
With razor sharp claws
Shredding the unsuspecting
Without hesitation or pause

Beneath him is resentment
Forever locked up tight
Hidden within for years
Now more than ever, ready to fight

Betrayal weighs heavy
Taking up the most room
Can’t sweep it under the rug
There isn’t a big enough broom

Don’t disregard the guilt
Or forget about shame
These two big players
Are leaders of the game

Amidst the whirl wind of chaos
And the fury of rage
A broken heart exposed through fear
Makes its way to center stage

Vulnerability is waiting
She can keep your closet clean
Nourish you with love
Making those demons less mean

As the spotlight shifts its focus
There seems nowhere to hide
Will you crawl back into darkness?
Or simply swallow your pride?
10/10/17
Men are mad dogs,
 women, finessed felines
we'd no sooner claw
    your eyes out
than admit you're right,
we'll undoubtedly,
without hesitation - -
use our feminine wiles,
to get our own way,
and you bloodhounds
   best get used to it
or no ***** for you
    tonight, or any given day

We've got the upper paw...MEow


And, if you're a bird dog
   well, that's a whole other story,
no telling what could happen

=^;^=
Okay men, don't get your boxers in a flurry, it's all in fun! ;)

My inspiration...see, it was hardly my fault!
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"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." -Robert A. Heinlein
 Jun 2015 Joanne Chan
Theresa Lie
Every night the Dark Shadow comes for me,
Taking away all my hopes and dreams,
Leaving me in despair.
He sends his dark minions after me,
Clawing every happy memory i have
Until there's nothing left.
Until i'm nothing but an empty shell.
I wish I didn't have these arms you scratched
This broken heart you deeply touched?
Imagine the idea of making no **** oath
If I wasn't given such a sincere mouth
What if I had no arms to hold you tight
Or I were an imbecile whose mind thought nothing right
What if I was a strengthless ******* who couldn't fight
Imagine I had no eyes to see you the day we met
If I hadn't taken that road that sealed our fate
If I was soul-less, if that makes some sense
And lived free of guilt without conscience
To walk out on every lady like you did to me
Imagine it was sold ,the much I'd pay to be so mean
What if I wasn't human to trip and madly fall
Or I had no mobile to helplessly answer your call
Imagine I was deaf to apologies or created without ears
Could I have shed these oceans of tears all these years?
Imagine I had no nostrils to master your fragrance
Or palms to get adicted to the softness of your ambiance
If I had a stiff neck which could never turn
Imagine, me without looking back the far I would run
Imagine love was already made and we hadn't made it
Imagine I could decide who charmed me, not fate's merit
Imagine I erasing all the sweet moments and enjoying the sour
Wouldn't my pride still be as high as the Babel tower?
Just take your time, take away my eyes, feet, heart, soul and mind
And see what I'd be, a dark lonesome beast of its kind
So as you're walking away and sending me into a trance
Imagine walking back and this time having no other chance
Thanks to all who have complemented through liking, reading, sharing and inbox ...I'll try to appreciate all personally, but where I fail to shake the beautiful hands of kindness in return, I hope this little message will do. xxxx much love
He thought her a protagonist
  she couldn't live up to his glory be,
  utter weariness of malcontent &
     disdain's ennui kept her
blood vines of once thriving
    poetic wildflowers depleted in
spaces between the tarnished lines,
    aptly blurred in the vastitude of gray
       skies' darkly reproached reality
Crimson poppies shot through  
    deadened ****** soil
midst fields of deliverance,
    as every mother's tears rained
    upon sanguinary retribution
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and writing.
 Jun 2015 Joanne Chan
Theresa Lie
There is a hole in my heart
That I just cannot explain.
Like a gun shot wound
It leaves a scar that remains.

This feeling of emptiness,
Embedded in my soul.
Unable to feel emotions
That I once could before.

I’m drowning in the horror
Of not being able to feel.
So scared that even death
Could not overcome the fear.
 Jun 2015 Joanne Chan
Theresa Lie
As I fall deep
Darkness I see
I called for help
But they just left me be
A never-ending abyss awaited me
As I fall deep.
I am stupid
No one smells ***
Anyone is boring
But perfect is me

I thinks he’s everything
Anyone thinks the same
To no one it’s nothing
To me it´s a game

But anyone is dead
And so am I
Me chopped of their heads
And so they died

But no one was not really killed by me
Though me let no one drown in no ones ***
It was never destined by any god to be
All this death was caused by me

Because me is a man who does what he please
And me can´t die by sword nor disease

You can send me to heaven, you can send me to hell
But soon me is back and all is well
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