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Johnny walker Apr 15
My friend and I agree
one day hopefully we'll meet, that maybe one
the day we'll walk the same of the street
but both my friend and
I suffer the lack of
finance
but one day I'll save enough money to go and for time I can afford to be their my friend and I will walk the same of
the street the hardest part  will be returning
home
but at least for the time that I'm there I'll get a chance to thank my friend In person for the help she has given me from afar and for the brief time I'll be there, my
friend
and I will walk the same
of the street for I have to somehow realise my dream make It reality I'm 66 years old not In the best of health hopefully I'll live long enough to make
It
Got to make my dream reality
before I die that's my goal may takes some time but I'll do It
EmVidar Mar 12
I wonder
when I switched
into the poisonous snake
you've claimed me to be
I wonder if
I was always that way
you just helped show me
or if you were the cause
Because He tells me
that there is only good
when you told me
their was only pain,
and suffering,
and heartache, but
that didn't matter
Because I did not feel and you
were what was good for me
because
despite all the flaws you would point out
you claim that your love was
unconditional
and I  would find no one else
that would love the broken mess
that I had become
and when you shattered me more
in hopes of keeping me
in your little box
He stormed in
and let me out
and waited
patiently,
until I was ready
to accept his
type of love
Diana Santiago Dec 2018
Until I met you, I had no idea that someone like you existed
My hopes had all dashed away and I grew jaded
It felt as if I were the only *** without a lid
And so I sat on the stove top all alone with nothing but emptiness
Entering my stratosphere and as I watched
Other pots with their lids be conjoined
A rage filled with blistering pain filled my insides

To lay here beside you I would’ve never imagined
Finding home within your arms and heart
Never did I believe I was worthy of such a love
Yet you fill me up every day and nourish
A heart that was so vastly hungry for affection

Not sure what would ever happen
If you left this poor soul behind
I waited too long to find you
Too many winters afflicting my soul
Your warmth my only salvation
I wrote this imagining a special man writing these words to me. I could only hope I'd get so lucky!
Sketcher Dec 2018
I would rather have a panic attack in the dark room than be alone at home in my own zone depressed on my phone. Then staying up an insomniac, at the park, rising gloom, falling rain, feeling pain, like it's all I ever known.
Attempted suicide, but then revived, choking phlegm, thought I died, I was there, in the hospital, bare ***** riddled with needles, poked and prodded, dead skin rotted, almost cried, but I fought it.
Now I knew, I had to go home, and to school, to ******* and moaning and drama, and talking, and floating back to normal society, choking on tears in sobriety, kind of wish I stayed dead cause she gives me glee, ignore what I just said and don't pitty me, as I escape again to a place you flee, when the lit fuse of my bomb rapidly, rushes towards the end, she's gone and done it again, she's wrong and loving other men, I'm right here and paying amends, for **** that I never did, all I ever wanted was to please a kid, with a rotten heart, that was full of sin, I hope the goal was never to win, in this game of life, strife ridden knife stuck on skin.
What doesn't make sense is how she makes me so happy, cause I'm dense headed every time she calls me pappy, or *** or says, "I Love You", it was two months of a misconstrued, confusing relationship thing, now two months without it and it ******* stings and aches when I'm not around her, I want to love her, I want to ground her, ram her, straight into the floor or wall so maybe she can feel my pain, bash her head in a door and make her choke on a wedding ring, while I smoke **** out her mouth like toking while she's bleeding from the throat down to the feet and... in this verse I just finished a talk and I understand that I've been gawking nonsense all along and she isn't with me because she doesn't want to hurt me, but sticks by me because she really likes me.
I feel fine now because I've put the puzzle pieces together and I've calmed down now cause I think I understand Heather.
That's what I'll tell myself as life goes on, living in the prison cell of pain and beyond.
Did I figure it all out?
Brandon Amberger Jul 2018
Hopefully, we’re deeper than the screen we’re staring at.
acacia Nov 2018
you heard me sitting, singing with gods name flowing from my lips.
stones and daisies, hear my song from north and the south;
blessing the moonlight to give them extra special powers.
days and nights of listening, you begin
to hum my tunes during your showers, during the cleansing and oiling of your feet. while your day-man slipped from your thoughts, my song — it filled your ears.

maybe you needed a way to me;
a way god wouldn’t see, wouldn’t notice.
hidden in plain sight, hidden by the moonlight.
hidden in ******, hidden by your humanness.
yes, it worked! oh, yes, yes, it worked.
i saw you as clear as your skin! my music
seemed to fall down to you as the soapy suds fell from you.
pretending not to acknowledge (me),
i stopped hiding it.
bending over the ledge, with your men out of sight, with my men out of sight, with my god right in view, i ogled at the bareness of your hide.
moistened lips, blood rushing to my extremities and him, if only you could see the blush on my face.
Mongi Dec 2017
Sail On

And just for a moment
There was a total blackout,
Our spheres went all dark
A ray of sunshine couldn't ******* through,
The atmosphere was misty and dense
So, we kept sailing on in the deep dark
There's a sandy shore that awaits us,
Where the sun never tires to shine
The soft winds will never go weary
At blowing your long beautiful hair backwards
Where the grains of sand will carelessly,
Yet flawlessly
Decorate your skin
As they carelessly stick
We'll make castles with shore clay,
At least better than the castles in the air
All that we'll never touch
So, we keep sailing on

Mongi C. Nkabindze
Even through a rough patch, it's fine to hope for a better outcome
SQUID Aug 2017
This/ you/  we/ could go in
Any direction.
But... I hope you'll/...
We'll -- write a song!
not the best but the sentiment's there! I like to express the clunkiness that is in interactions/ communication/ hopes/ ambitions too.
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