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Now I've lost it
It's not like there was much to lose
My mind, my sanity
Nothing I could choose

I can't stand your sight
I can't see the way you do
How it's always my fault
And you put the blame on you know who

Well I'm sorry honey
But this time you're gonna see
What it's like
To get the coldest shoulder from me

You're twisted mind
And a broken frame
Holding in all your hate
And making you look tame

I'm sorry but
It's good I finally saw the light
I guess I never focused before
Enough to escape the fight

So here's to you gone
Here's to my life
Now that you're gone
I'll breathe easier and drop the knife

That you've had to my throat
For way to long
I'll drop mine to the ground
So long as you're gone

So when you look back
And see the wreckage behind these four walls
Just remember you're second best
Whenever another heart calls

So here's to me
Here's to you
Here's to them
Here's to wreckage too

I don't have time
To say a proper goodbye
Another heart calls
And so does the knife in your eye
Sorry guys, I had it written for a week and kind of forgot about it

Bruno Joseph Orsi
It’s you** I think of
Before I go to sleep.
It’s your voice that calms me
When I laugh myself silly.
It’s you who I think of
When times are slipping.
It’s you that will reason
With  the stupidity from me.
It’s your eyes which keep me moving
From day to each day.
It’s your warmth in your touch
That makes the butterflies take off.
It’s your kindness.
That makes me want to be a nicer guy.
It’s you that I need
When I feel lonely.
It’s you that I want
Just to hold close.
It’s you that lets me know
Everything is right in my life.
© Josh Buller 10/09/2010
I expected more
Lets just say
I’m disappointed.
It may be the first day
But the way he explained it.
This class so looked forward to
Exposed for what it truly is.
A joke.

His expectations
Far from high.
His lessons
Whatever you make of them.
Today was a joke.
I did nothing.
It is a dying course
But at least make the best of it
So what if we buy stuff
So what if its finished.

I’d like at least a bit of a challenge
Not this make anything crap
I hope for the best.
But what I learned from today
This class is a JOKE!
© Josh Buller 09/07/2010
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Searching
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Sick of it all,
sick of the games.
When will I find
the one with the name:
I'll call out forever,
and ever in time.
Only one, I will call mine.
Where has she gone?
Where will I find her?
The ink in my pen
is my reminder.
That true love is true,
true love is near.
As long as I love
and let go of the fear.
Deep, easy breaths:
be calm and reminded.
Love can't be rushed -
you find it, blinded.
I used to stay away
I used to stay away from you
Now looking forwards I don't know what to do

I'm far too confused
Far too confused about what
Doors to open and the ones to slam back shut

It's just another choice
Another choice that I want to make
Figuring out my heart and what to give or take

There's no right way
No right way to decide what to say
When you're on my mind every single day

I guess Ill just try
I'll try to figure out what'll happen soon
What will happen if I promised to give the moon

I don't know what to do
What to do about all of this
I'll think I'll wing it and pray that I don't miss
©Bruno Joseph Orsi
August 31, 2010
All he wanted was your honesty
Something more than this
All his dreams thrown into the abyss

Say what he wants to hear
Thinking he will never figure out the lie
Take this down till the day you die

Well now it's all over
You're gone, and now so is he
Now his eyes are open to all he can see

Looking back at everything you said
Only half was the truth, the rest lies
He realized now, it's best you said goodbye

You say that you're both the same
But we know he's not like you
He's a dying breed
©Bruno Joseph Orsi
August 30, 2010
Walking alone through these deserted streets
Through everlasting shadows and still silences
The night sky is filled with stars
Slightly illuminating the pathways in which I walk silently

A raven starts to cackle and caw
Bouncing off the surrounding stone walls
Footsteps through alleyways and laughing ensues
As the dark city starts to come alive with drunks and ******

I pick up my wandering pace
To find somewhere to sleep for the night
It’s nights like these I wish you were here
To protect me and offer me shelter

Feelings of loneliness creep over me
I pass windows and see happy families cuddled together
They are safe on the inside
And I am in danger wandering these streets

But I’ve got no home, I left it behind
I threw it away, now I’m unwelcome
Left to beg now for food and money
And sleeping alone in the cold

People show up this time of night
The old men smile and they reach for me
Darting from strangers that pass me
I don’t know where else to turn to

But hope washes over me suddenly
As I approach a familiar shadow among the others
Underneath the streetlight
Is the one I have wanted to find

We are reunited as you kiss me softly
I feel safe in your arms again
I feel like nothing will hurt me
You whisper, ‘Come home to me, my Belle.’
© August 28, 2010. Shanna Howse.
Black out the sky
For the moon just watches you die
Alone, scared, afraid

Your kiss it feels so cold
The darkness is taking hold
Your eyes slowly fade to grey

I feel you slip away
No longer a brighter day
I can see you floating away from me

Your hand falls and hits the ground
The tears fall without a sound
I’m alone, scared, afraid

So scared of what I’ve done
I’ve blacked my only sun
This blade still gleams red

This blade it feels so warm
Crimson flowing like a storm
I’m shaking…
©Bruno Joseph Orsi
August 29, 2010
‘I have to go.’
She whispers and sighs into his ear.
Uncovers herself from the sheets
And slips from the bed.

The clock reads three o’clock
The moon illuminates the bedroom

‘Why, baby?’
He groans as he sits up
Trying to calm his harsh breathing
Wipes the sweat from his face.

Shadows dance upon the white walls
Her silhouette moves towards the door

‘I have to return home to him.’*
She replies, her gaze falls to the floor
Reaching for the doorknob,
Filled with so much guilt.
© August 28, 2010. Shanna Howse.
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