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Ana S Aug 2016
Plans and dreams,
Turned to nothing,
Shadows in the night,
Seemed to give me a bit of delight.
You walk away.
I was speechless with nothing to say.
Now my friends are the shadows.
I'm tired of people who just come and go.
You finally love somebody.
Then they leave you trapped in your mind.
Lately it's hard to find,
Any noises but the soft whispers.
The ones only I can hear.
No longer safe in my head.
Not yet to the point of wishing I was dead.
Thoughts always spinning around.
My body was Nowhere near the ground.
High above reality.
Never realized what was happening.
All I knew was I had her and she had me.
But that was never the true story.
Two broken souls.
No story to be told.
Both too broken to ever love.
Putting there future behind them.
Only to return to the emptiness.

A.S
a random write. Nothing true about it.
Brent Kincaid Jun 2016
Are you still beating your babies?
Are you still punching your kid?
Are you still calling it discipline;
Not the worst thing you ever did?
Is it always a case of deserving
The punishment you mete out?
Where you teach them what is what;
Call them disgusting names and shout?

Break out the heavy leather belt
Go cut me a big switch
You kids are ******* me off
You’re giving me a big itch.
Bend yourself over here
Don’t run and make me catch you.
Remember this is all your fault.
You’re making me do this to you.

When you get in the mood to punish
Do dress in a special costume?
Does it have to take place in a woodshed
Or in some special kind of room?
Do you double up your fist and hit
Or do you have special equipment?
Does the physical treatment you hand out
Contribute to your fulfillment?

Break out the heavy leather belt
Go cut me a big switch
You kids are ******* me off
You’re giving me a big itch.
Bend yourself over here
Don't run and make me catch you.
Remember this is all your fault.
You’re making me do this to you.

In a world of deserving irony
You’d have to wear a disguise
So neighbors would know about you
And authorities could be made wise.
Then someone could call in specialists
To give some of what you give
And teach you eye-for-an-eye truth
About the way you live.

Break out the heavy leather belt
Go cut me a big switch
You kids are ******* me off
You’re giving me a big itch.
Bend yourself over here
Don't run and make me catch you.
Remember this is all your fault.
You’re making me do this to you.
Cameron Williams Jun 2016
Tell me you love me
With unending measure
My heart will bleed gold
Like a chest full of treasure

Beating and breathing
My thorax expands
With pumps of gold blood
From this heart to your hands

You make my heart whole
Once you draw near
So tell me you love me
For I need to hear.
gray rain May 2016
I've grown distant.
I've grown appart.
I've separated
myself, my heart.

My identity hidden.
My soul is lost.
my heart was beating
but then it stopped.
This is the first 2 stanzas.
written 12/5/2016
ashley Mar 2016
Sometimes I feel just fine and I remember that time heals everything and other times my hands start shaking so bad I can hardly hold my cigarettes or myself up and it feels like I'm going to ***** but I don't even have the strength to get up and crawl to the bathroom. I can smell you in the air but you're not here. It's like every part of my body is wondering where you are wondering why it can't feel you and why my heart isn't beating the way it used to and I try to remember time heals everything, but the more time that passes the more I ache to hear your voice and smell your skin.
Joyce Jan 2016
It's  pounding.
It's beating.
It's louder than
breathing.
This wild heart
locked in my cage.
So full of emotion.
Feeling this rage.
Wants to break out.
When words speak
the language.
Feel love in the crowd.
ji Nov 2015
I woke up this day
   and searched for you by my bedside.

I didn't find you there.

I found you in my chest--
   beating.
//110115
Delany McCormick Nov 2015
Yeah, my heart beats
Like a punch in the face
Yeah my fist fights
With a broken wine glass
Yeah I love you
But only when you obey
Vivek Mukherjee Nov 2015
It was brittle,
and constricted.
Couldn't beat,
was extracted.

Left behind
an open wound,
festering, swelling
and bleeding.

Pipes were put,
down the pipe
to keep the liquid,
running and flowing.

A warm hand,
glove bound,
picked it up,
began the repair.

Yes, the frozen heart,
was thawing.
Pipes were out,
the wound was healing.
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