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 Jan 2013 Kim Marks
Nick
I need...
 Jan 2013 Kim Marks
Nick
I need a sight for my sore eyes
I need joy for my broken heart
I need rest for my restless mind
I need peace for my burning soul
I need healing for my unbearable pain
I need belief for my devastating despair
I need an end to my misery
 Jan 2013 Kim Marks
Timothy Brown
3 am
mumbling and ranting
to the walls

Go over the pages
again
like anything has changed

She
        hurt
              me
Then she hurt...
no...no...no...

I
     hurt
         her
Then I hurt...
no...no...no...

But that doesn't make sense
I want to...
I have to...
beat a dead horse?

There is something wrong
How did I do that?
Its a neat trick isn't it?

No! This is important
because
stop lying

I know I did
That is why I went so far
and

Did so much
and

gave everything
you had nothing to give

I loved her and was
no you didn't

YES I DID
Whatever helps you sleep at night

You never help with anything
I don't know why I even talk
to you?

Silence fills the room
I gaze around aimlessly
in unison I say
**I need help
© January 10th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
 Jan 2013 Kim Marks
John
He came from nothing
A drug addicted father
And a mother who couldn't give two *****
If he lived or died
He was just another ****** expulsion to her
And she would routinely compare him to
What she flushed down the toilet every morning

Predictably, his body grew
Tall and strong
And his temper grew with it
He was a fire *******
A match dropped
Into a bucket of kerosene
He'd fight for anything
Right, wrong, man, woman
He didn't care

People on the street would stop and stare
Because after a while
He was the boy who was known
As a bomb
"He could beat bricks
Until they bled.
"
Is what they all said

He eventually ended up in the ring
Where modern gladiators go to prove their primal worth
Once he taped up his hands, slipped on those gloves
An energy ran through him, he knew no on could stop him
He took bonecrushing jabs
To the jaw, the temple, to the head and brain
And delivered skull cracking hooks
To the same areas
No matter how hard anyone went at him
No matter how much they wanted him down
He wanted it more
And one by one
Like little toy soldiers
They all came crashing
Down
Down

Down
 Jan 2013 Kim Marks
Ajay
Please.
Stab my heart.
I just want to feel again.

— The End —