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 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
Hidden Secrets
I feel lost
Faceless in this
World of faces
Im uncertain of my
Path. Left? Right?
Will I end it all tonight?
How is it that
I hate what he did
To me yet I crave
The touch? I must
Be sick or completely
Insane. Whats wrong with me?
Why do I crave this pain?
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
Hidden Secrets
I feel
disgusting, *****, damaged
lost, lonely..im losing it
Im falling off the edge
and drowning in the abyss
or is that just my mind
because both are dark and scary
both are places i dont want to be...
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
jeffrey robin
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So it is

WHAT ?

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You ain't got no life
Til you decide to live

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WE BEEN BUSY

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The stories bein told !

The lies !

They have a purpose
They are not mistakes

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( decide to live )

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It's alright

I am
Here

&

I am so beautiful
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
Wild-Youth
Society
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
Wild-Youth
I have this fear that you will discover that I’m not as great.
I am strong, but I break.

All the women walk down the street,
All beautiful and petite.

I look down the street to stumble upon long slender legs and dainty feet,
Only to realize it is because she does not eat.

I see a distorted image constructed by society’s idea of beauty,
And I am no longer aware of my duty.

People are always trying to define you,
That is what makes us all so blue.

I will never be good enough,
Which makes life so much more rough.

All I do is cry,
But my tears are running dry.

I sit here with a blade to my arm,
It has gotten so bad I turned to self harm.

I will never be good enough for you.
And with that I bid you adieu.

As I close my eyes,
The room fills with my cries.

Society is eating me alive.
When did this depression arrive?

All I want to do is heal.
But nothing here is real.

Here’s to society for making me hate myself.
You can place your trophies up on your shelf.

You injected your poison into my mind.
Heaven forbid you be the least bit kind.

This is the real world, no glass shoe.
Do not fall into the hole and let society define you.
All that remains is a shell
A hollow person with no story left to tell
An angel whose wings were ripped off in heaven and sent to hell
The sound of angered flames silenced his pain filled yell

Forced to pay for a sin he did not commit ,he lies there
Once a prideful hero, now ripped bare
Left to wonder who had even began to care
Of his disappearance and why he was gone and where

But no one even thought to offer him the time of day
Leaving him with no words to say
But no one expected that on the day the sky first turned gray
He would return and with an army did he slay

Many angels fell under the power of his rage
Quite experienced yet foolish for his age
Taking many angels as prisoners within his cage
Leaving them as experimental victims to his black mage

This mage developed a spell that transformed their soul
Into something much like a creature known as a ghoul
But they were something much different and definitely more cruel
A creation of demons in which the shell of an angel was to control.
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
J Ray
Desire
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
J Ray
Addiction coursing through my veins                  c. 6/9/14 J.Ray
In my private hell all it does is rain
Your heart I keep so close to my own
Sometimes just a picture of all alone
Can your heart still beat with just an ache?
Do you really think it’s too hard to break?
Your Bedroom eyes, cause suicide
Lock your emotions deep inside
Your words keep ringing in my ears
Calm the waters calm my fears
A whisper of lies upon my face
You rob my guilt but save my grace
You throw me in your lake of fire
You burn my body with my desire
Lose yourself in your own demise
When you leave a part of me dies
You are taking everything away
And you know that I can’t make you stay


Thanks for reading my attempt...I hope you enjoyed, comments and critique are always welcome!
#love #desire #etc #andeverythingelse
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
Enigmuse
Speed
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
Enigmuse
I'm trembling, but who's to blame:
the dealer
or
the drug?
And, at this point, what's the difference?
I like the way the dealer warms me up, but I like the way the drug cools me down. I like the way they both make me crazy, but I love how they keep me sane. I love the way they whisper everything, but at night, they scream my name. I like the way the drug kisses my insides, and the dealer covers my skin. I love the way the drug feels like a virtue, and the dealer is nothing more than a sin.
I like the way this addiction is going, but I hate it all the same.
I wouldn't mind the dealer, if he wasn't the same place from which the drug came.
love poem
 Jun 2014 NitaAnn
andy fardell
When I wake
Breath
Stare out into the dark
I wonder

I wonder what I'll see who I'll meet and what lasting mark will I make today On this earth
Will I paint like Picasso
Will I draw like Leonardo  
Will I sing a song like Pavarotti  

Then I sigh
What is my life print
What is my way
Will I be remembered
Or fade away

Am I a stone for the viewing
Is this my future
A dancing stone
Full of posies
Waiting for the wedding day child  

From a family lost
A faded etch
Seeks my await  
I fear for my life print
I fear for that day

Then I wonder  
That day is not now
My life is not yet complete

My ink is not yet empty
Nor the paper dry
Or the stone yet cut
For I breath in the earth
I look up to the sky
And I sing to the heavens
I'm me
I'm alive
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