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These steel bonds 
Tied to the table
Hold me down 
I can't move in any way

Their hearts all 
Black and cold inside
I watched them die
All throughout my life

Grew up with what
Was my idol
Now he's dead 
Leaving me dying inside

I dont know how much 
More I can take
Of this constant mental beating
You were wrong

I don't ever want to 
End up like you did

Cause I don't wanna live
Like my mother
I can't stand taking
And watching the sidelines

And I dont wanna live 
Like my father
I don't want to just
Give up before I die

I can't take this
Constant breaking down
Every turn I take
Is wrong in your eyes

When will I ever do 
Something right?
I'm sorry I have dreams.
I'm sorry yours have died

What this is saying
To my old dead idol
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
But at least I don't fake it
Bruno Joseph Orsi
December 1, 2010
Sorry I haven't written lately, haven't had the chance to sit down to write anything
to corrupt me is an honor,
not a shame.
I let you in,
enough,
that I consciously chose
to do wrong
on your
behalf.

but,

if it ever arises
that I do bad
without thinking,
at all,
then
you should be really proud:

I’ve fallen in love
suddenly filled with confidence
I forget the turmoil of that past hour
I rage with a pulsing desire for activity
and jump and finish quickly my tasks

suddenly filled with an itchiness
I want to accomplish like an emperor fresh to his throne
I lust for a chance to prove my worth
and I look for all the possibilities of this world, now mine.
my 250th poem on the site.
halter of progress
bane of evolution
frostbite of growth
death of the future

try to stop me now!
I dare you!

I know your tricks!
your snarly ways!

the maybes
the sick feelings
the doubtful thoughts
the double-takes

I know them all!
every
single
one

and you can’t stop me anymore!
nuh-uh
you can try,
but you
can’t!

so now,
be afraid!
be very afraid!
because world

here I come

and honestly,
you’ve got no way
to stop
me




(unless you **** me,
of course.)
I could never stand weak women

not after seeing my mother
my sister,
my grandmother,
my role models,
my loves,
and
my lovers.

call it masochistic
but I like my *** kicked,
no one can do it
and that gets
boring

fast

but with the girls I like,
I love,
I give them the
chance
to hurt
and it’s their choice
to do it
or
not

and I hope,
with those girls I like
(I love),
they
don’t
hurt me
but always know they can
and love me
all the more for
it
I can’t let myself fall for you,
I can’t bear the consequence
Of losing you again,
Because the pain is just too much each time.

The door closes behind you,
The door is your shield,
That I wish I could knock down,
Because I’m tired of seeing that door.

If I hear your voice,
If I hear your laugh,
I shut it out,
Because I can’t listen anymore.

When you kiss me hello,
When you kiss me goodbye,
I can’t kiss you back,
Because I’ll always want more.

The warmth of your body,
The warmth of your skin on mine,
It sends fire through my blood,
Because I don’t know which way to feel.

Your voice promises only good,
Your voice tells me it will be okay,
Well, your voice lied.
Because it’s not okay, and it’s definitely not good.
© November 9, 2010. Shanna Howse.
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