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 May 2014 Sℳǐζξ
SG Holter
Poor girl.
In love with Poet.

Poet and man; angry at times;
Firing insults you can't

Possibly
Counter.

Beating you black and blue
With flowers
And feathers.

Poor girl.
Loved by Poet.

Loved and held closest;
First to fall victim

To every sudden movement
In matters of hearts
And hands.
the daydream electric
she glows in daylight
like neon ice cream
**** on the tongue
like wry smiles
but creamy smooth on the fingertips
like a peanut butter chocolate chip pie
lick her eyelids to try and see
whats on her pretty little mind
shes a butternut job
and fingerlicking fun
The adept ability i posses,
to pick at your brain and be 6 moves ahead.
But to turn the tide
and peek inside
of my own mind,
turned out to be my Psychological suicide..
Color me black.
Show me no passion.
Bring me back,
In no obvious fashion.
The dreams of life are to real
So are theses feelings of death you feel,
The world is dead,
Hollow words said,
Madness plagues you,
Everything you know,
Was a lie,
Its time,
To tell the truth,
You want to die
From what you've been through,
But stay strong
If not for you then for me
Play our love song,
We were ment to be...
This is it
my perfect bliss
the perfect kiss
at the end of her ruby lip stick
now picture this.
a young man who had fallen inlove
age 16, the protagonist of this story thought he had finally won.
the jackpot.
well that's a thought,
his perfect world came crumbling down when his girl got caught,
straight leaning.
going into bed with other men
right then he felt his mind start to break and mend.
he was broken,
A shell,
A pain unspoken.
he's now in hell,
heartless,
with his pride stolen.
thoughts of suicide Plague his mind,
The voices in his head screaming "DO IT NOWS YOUR TIME!"
but he was scared,
and he cared,
about his family.
why should they suffer because he discovered true insanity?
now what's next?
the steps,
to full recovery?
he doesn't want pills or to sit for hours in therapy.
there's only one way to make what's wrong right,
go out in the night, with this knife, and take this man's life.
that's what they said
the voices,
inside my head.
its him or me!
i thought about it last night iwhile i layed in bed.
the only way to stop these voices inside my head,
is ether **** him dead or to take my own life instead!
I CAN'T DO IT!
lets face it,
I'm not a real man,
those ******* voices telling me "THIS ACT CAN NOT STAND!
NOW GO OUT AND RETAIN YOUR HONOR!
YOU THINK HE GAVE A **** ABOUT YOU WHILE HE ****** HER?!"
this is it.
its time.
to tie the knouse,
and hang from this celing fan until my face turns blue.
"**** THAT! LETS GO AND **** HIS MOM,
IN FRONT OF HIM AND WE CAN MAKE THIS A PERSONAL ISSUE!"
in hindsight,i couldve made a better choice.
Now I'm in jail, with no bail, and alone with this voice.
i tell the judge "I HAVE NO REGRETS, WELL MABEY ONE.
I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO GET MY HANDS ON HER ONLY SON.
BUT ILL WAIT 100 YEARS AND ROT IN THAT CELL
FOR THAT FAITHFUL DAY WHEN I MEET THAT SORRY ******* IN HELL..."
The capitals represent his inner demons talking and finally his inner evil took him over completely in the last lines.
What a tangled web we weave.
what a terrible act to Conceive.
of the damaged love between my friends and me..
becoming Estranged from my family..
Oh how the Loneliness can drive a man to the brink of insanity.
thank god i have these thoughts in my head to keep me company.

but alas, for this is but one love that is true.
the love of one girl with eyes of sapphire blue.
and even after everything we've been through.
To my one and only, I will always love you
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