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 May 2014 ohmyink
Emmy Dawn
Wrecked
 May 2014 ohmyink
Emmy Dawn
If a pen should stutter,
my words are weak.
Leaking ink and broken words
leave my hands as red as guilt,
and I am not innocent.
Flushed cheeks and a stained tongue,
there is little I can hide.
But maybe if you slice me open,
there is more to see inside;
Reach around and find my chest,
but know it holds more salt water
than your desired treasure.
I do hope what few jewels I have
Bring you pleasure.
I can recommend two things in life
Friends and shoes.
A friend will defend 'till the end
Shoes will let you cruise the streets
A friend will try to mend you when broken
Shoes will soften, and mould to you
Like a lover in bed.
Friends pick you up when you are down
Shoes become missiles ready to be thrown.
But, as a woman I can say the play
from shoes is better than friendly play,
Shoes attract, friends detract.
Both are needed
Just not on the same day!
© JLB

“If *** were shoes, I'd wear you out. But I wouldn't wear you out in public.”
― Jarod Kintz
“When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, '****, that was fun'.”
― Groucho Marx
 May 2014 ohmyink
Belen Obando
She wants to hear she is beautiful.

She’s lately been falling apart.

It’s so hard for her to smile.

She looking for something, she still doesn’t know what.

She fights her urge to cry, but finally gives in.

She really needs someone to tell her “You are beautiful”.

She wants to hear it over and over again.

Maybe that way, she won’t feel so lonely.

Maybe that way, her pain will wash away.

She wants to forget about everything, everyone.

She wants to go somewhere. Somewhere to breathe, somewhere to… heal.

Somebody help her!

Somebody love her.

Somebody hold her.

Just tell her she is beautiful.
 May 2014 ohmyink
Forgotten Heart
if anyone asks
to describe you
i would say
"a hurting machine
fitted to my heart"
-cute crazy-
for i know that
you will never stop hurting me
I dance with the wind,
I bathe in the sun,
I lol in the soil.
My life is fun.

Humans passing by,
Praise me and touch me.
Run their fingers along my petals,
Happy and satisfied I can be.

Some humans are cruel.
They use a tiny amount of force.
And I am brutally plucked.
From the stem I called my Home.

It Hurts. When my life ends,
In the flick of an eye.
I only matter to them for only a matter of time,
And then a painful good bye.
Please comment and tell me how it was.:)
 May 2014 ohmyink
Casey Nichol
Maybe it's the way he walks
The way he talks to me
The way he changed so fast..
It breaks my heart
He looks at me like I'm nothing
He doesn't seem to mind anymore
He doesn't seem to care
I can't help but cry out for him..
I can't ask him to do that
I can't and I won't force him to choose
 May 2014 ohmyink
Triiniity
You know I'd wait here forever
You'll use it and then come never
And I could be doing so much better
But I'll follow your words to the letter
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