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Greg Bosch Jun 2015
Forgive me

If I ask for more than what I can give

If I scream when I must be silent

If I run away when you need me most

Forgive me

When I say, "I don't love you anymore".

They are words that I've never felt and that are now turned against me

Forgive me

If my hands have ever hurt you

If I spent one day away from you...

In someone else's arms, body, and skin

Forgive me

If I'm not who you deserve

If I'm not worth the pain you've paid time and time again

Forgive me

And don't look for a reason or a "why"

You can blame it all on me

Forgive me

If there is one thing I want from this life, it's you

Forgive me...
Jack Thompson Mar 2015
I've got this poem, it's most astounding.
It's big and juicy like the best grilled steak.
I've pushed the publish, more times than i'd liked.
This sites full of holes, imperfections like freaks.
Unlike yours this one is defined.
It didn't need self diagnosis or shrink on retainer.
For this poem was just too immense.
A fix for this would be a no-brainer.
Full of imagery not fit for your eyes.
This gateway it did not fit.
A warning for all freaks.
502 - Its really really ****.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015

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Cynthia May 2014
My one on one time begins as soon as I pick up this pencil
Writing to release these contemplations
The lead takes me to a process of distillation
Being careful not to run out from this eraser
Our everyday mistakes can be related to an eraser
Once you run out from your eraser you cannot wipe away any errors
So you carefully choose and think wisely
Being mindful of the insufficiency and blackness of the eraser
No matter how many times you erase
there will always be a trail of black spots left behind
Live life as if you were running out from your own eraser
That way you pursue perfection and not mistakes
Don't be the eraser that runs out quicker than the lead

Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
Marly Apr 2014
a lot of things happen when i decide to avoid what's supposed to fix me.
i'm lost in a sea of beer and cigarette fish swim in the surrounding waters.
somehow, this whole concoction is aflame.
i wonder why i'm not being burned alive yet.
i seriously lack any sense of anything and i'm slouching and it hurts my back a lot

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