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  Nov 2014 SB-JC
SinEater
Wandering around in my palace in the dead of night
SB-JC Nov 2014
Scar my body,
Scar my soul,
but you'll never hurt me.
SB-JC Nov 2014
If only you knew,
How much I cared.
Undying affection.
SB-JC Nov 2014
my soul burns
my mind flourishes
Hey guys, my good friend and fellow poet Sarah Bell did a six word. So I decided I would give it a try :) Tell me what you think.
SB-JC Nov 2014
Though you were just small
our love for you was vast,
we caught you in a shoe
but that home did not last.

We moved you to a box
outside of our friends home,
we poked you with some grass
you just wanted to be alone.

But deep down in your heart
covered with dark brown scales,
we knew you really cared
from your head down to your tail.

we had to let you go
it made us really sad,
the way you slithered away
was really rather rad.

we miss you dearly
little buddy,
we'll see you some day
When it's bright and sunny.
SB-JC Nov 2014
People write poetry,
to clear their guilty souls.
To try and find hope,
in a world that's so cold.

They spill out their heart.
They spill out their soul,
in hopes that they find
some glistening gold.

Some form of release,
to put their worries to bed.
find the light in the tunnel
through all the crap they've been fed.

But not I.

The reason I write,
is all but too clear.
I write because I live,
and ill write until I disappear.
SB-JC Nov 2014
Conceited, arrogant, rude, ignorant, narcissistic, gall.
In order to care for another,
you must first want what they want,
Feel what they feel,
and know what they need.

True caring,
can only be found when two souls
become intertwined,
tied in an inseparable knot.

Once you can feel what someone else feels,
when you can see what they see,
how they see it,
when they see it.

When you are able to know a person
so well that you know what they want,
when they want it,
and how they want it.

How they will react to something,
disgust,
love,
hate.

When you know what a person wants
and you do everything in your power to
aid them,
help them,
guide them to their goal.

Then you know what true caring is.

So don't tell me you care,
because you bought me some shoes.
Don't tell me you care,
because you took me home,
when that's the last place I wanted to be.
Don't tell me you care,
because when I cried out for help,
Spilled my guts in hopes you could find a way to save me,
you told me to clean up the mess and get over it.

You don't care.
Not about me.
Not about anyone.
Anyone but yourself.

— The End —