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 Feb 2020 Paloma
JT-TJ
I use to think that being on the outside looking in,
was the perfect life for me.
I did not love, or care, nor even hate,
I was completely free.

It was so much easier to be,
on the outside looking in.
There wasn't anyone there to hurt me,
or keep me from sin.

As the time had slowly passed me by,
sadness entered my empty heart.
I had become so very lonely,
I realized it's been there from the start.

And in the glass I was looking through,
my reflection I did see.
A sad and lonely, broken man,
who definitely wasn't free.

The pain was visible, and all to real,
in this reflection of a man.
Now he's older, the time has passed,
this wasn't part of the plan.

Though he see's a need to change,
and he knows it must be done.
It seems so much easier,
just to turn around and run.

No matter how hard he try's,
nobody want's him there.
They blow him off, and ignore him,
very few seem to care.
 Aug 2014 Paloma
Carolin
Mouth , neck and
cheeks is where he
likes to be kissed.
There wasn't a
chance he'd get to
be kissed and let it be
skipped. He reads
her as if she's erotica
but the kind that
seems a bit chaotic
and psychotic. The
way he moves with
her to keep up is a bit
robotic. Hands in his hair
as love spreads in the
air. Standing up chest
to chest and lips to
neck she makes him
wonder what's about
to come next* ~
 Aug 2014 Paloma
Robert Purvis
Sweet kiss of the steel
Searing
And endearing

Sliding
Gliding
And biting

Blood loss?
There's no cost
I got plenty to spare
Just like the air

What about self harm?
It ain't without it's charm
Just ignore the marks...on my arm
 Feb 2013 Paloma
JT-TJ
A pen and paper is all I would need.
The words would come through me, for all to read.
Happiness and sorrow, bitterness and grief.
Some poems would be long, others would be brief.

Then one day, silence, I had felt.
Emptiness filled me, in this place where I knelt.
I could not speak, a word or a sound.
My voice had been lost, no where to be found.

Depression filled my heart and mind.
Still the words, I could not find.
The darkness growing ever so.
Soon the tears, began to flow.

Can the words just leave you?
Without a goodbye?
Does the writing just stop?
Or was it all just a lie?

I am forcing myself to write this now.
With the hope, that I can remember how.
Searching for the words, is a struggle true.
With an empty mind, not knowing what to do.
 May 2012 Paloma
A Thomas Hawkins
Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how
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 Mar 2011 Paloma
Damien Riley
Blood dripping from these fresh cuts.
Laying next to me the knife responsible for this heinous act.
Only suicidal thoughts run through my mind.
Oozing blood trickles steadily towards the floor.
Desperation to end my life seen in my eyes.

Devastating pain I feel as I pull the knife down my arm again.
Reminiscing the past as I lay in a pool of blood.
Evil pumping through my veins.
Neglecting the choice to live my life.
Choosing suicide over living a life of pain.
Humouring myself as I laugh at my cuts.
Enduring the sacrifices I am making.
Difficult times of my life ending this very night.

Knives and blades sticking out from my skin.
No remorse I will for taking my life.
Infectious thought running wild with my emotions.
Fighting these demons in life ends now.
Ending my life with suicide as I slit my throat.

— The End —