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 Sep 2014 Nick Durbin
Pax
In a moment I knew I am cold
I began to prolong
The things I got used to
Never minding the numbness
And  the blasted frost bite.

I guess I got used to this feeling
    the make-shift of emotions,
Never falling.


*© Pax
one of my latest piece(August 17, 2014), a friend said: "We, humans are strange being, we sometimes love to prolong our agony instead of confronting it and get done with it."
 Sep 2014 Nick Durbin
Pax
If I ever think I am not loved or just felt worthless,
all I have to do is think of
    someone - a friend or family
        who truly cares, and then everything
   comes in perspective.

© Pax
You know sometimes I feel like nobody cares for me, so that's why I penned this piece, not only to remind myself that there will always be someone who cares for you, also for my readers to remind themselves that you are not alone & also we are all worthy of this life...

it was an excerpt of my piece "if ever": http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1394533/
I hate the way,
                         I believed your promises.
I hate the way,
                        you led me to touch
the truth in the words you wrote.

I hate the way I opened
                         my curtains and doors,
letting in the sunshine of you;
breathing in the scent of you.

I hate the reasons
                         of things I don't know,
of things you didn't do,
that left me waiting.

I hate standing here.
Wave-after-wave hitting the shore.
Without sight of you,
                         anywhere on the horizon.

I hate that there's no way
to pull closed my doors.
And forget you.
                       Like you forgot me.
(c) MKD 2014
it won't always be this way
a bath of ice
and cold
fingertips
blue lips.
there's gotta be a fire burning within us
some
where
 Sep 2014 Nick Durbin
August
It's three a.m. & I am not asleep

How could I close my eyes to nights like these?

When thunder rumbles my ribcage and breathes an ache into my chest

Where water droplets drip onto my thoughts & liquefy them

Lightning coursing through my shaking veins

Every strike echoing & electrifying my brain

Chilly breaths that creep along my skin, serenading it

My cigarette with every pull more luminant

I've circumvented myself into side effects of hopelessness

The sounds of rain stripping me softly into submissive erosion..
Amara Pendergraft 2014
 Sep 2014 Nick Durbin
yasmine
i miss you so **** much. i dont think you even understand.
Your wheels kept rolling though your engine was dead.
You're a tragedy waiting to happen.
There's many ways to escape a foreseen crisis.
I didn't have to be an engineer.
Eventually it'll all come to a stop.
My advice to you, don't invite a passenger for the final ride.
They won't share your hell they'll be engulfed by it.
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