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Aubrey Aug 2014
I get it.
Your heart is ripped out and it's me that took it... forced you to take me back against better judgement. I trapped you here with me for years.
And now, I've torn it from your chest and laid it to rest under my heel.
*******.
**** your broken heart and your empty sobs and your selfish pleas for me to take you back.  
"You never loved me from the beginning!"
ALL I EVER DID....
                                        was love you.
                     ******.
You had a chance to make it right.
You had the choice. You chose to lie
and steal and have no respect for our lives...
and then, as if that was not enough for me to see through your sad eyes and sweet smile...
then you said you would take my life
out of fear and guilt and pain and desperation...
*******.
**** your pain and your incessant need for gratification and validation...
"I just love my wife and kids."
LOVE is not a word you throw around to make you look the part.
You are no husband and father.
You are no man.
Entitled like an adolescent and selfish like a child,
you would rather tear these kids from my arms and send them to the abyss called OKDHS than call ONE time to speak to them.
Believe me...
my veins pump bile strong enough to blot out your face
my heart is full of unbridled hate
when I heard what you did today....
the piece of my heart that was for the father of my child died.
That will never heal.
That part is gone.
You haven't broke my heart, you gave it the most beautiful battle scar.
Believe me...
if I see your face
after all of this is done
if I have any chance
just ******* one...
I know you believe me.
I'm no liar.
Believe me...
I have thrown myself into the fire.
Ruthie Aug 2014
Don't you dare demand anything from me.
Don't you dare ask me to write about you.
Who the hell said I care?
Who the hell said I write about insignificant nobody's like you?
Do you have an answer?
No.
Because your lips slimed their way to mine.
And your hands wandered without prior permission.
So don't you dare moan at me and whisper in my ear.
Telling me to write that experience down.
Because I don't want it.
I don't want you.
And I don't want your schoolboy hands anywhere near me.
I will not write about you.
Lani Foronda Aug 2014
I wonder if there will ever be a day when people will stop treating each other like possessions.
You'd think that in kindergarten we had been taught how to share.
“Everyone gets a turn,” our teacher would say.
"Five seconds at the water fountain after recess.
Pass along the book to the person next to you.
Share your box of crayons with those at the table."
We were taught how to share the tangible
The objects at our feet.
But what my teacher never taught me was how to share the intangible-
Concepts such as time, trust, and love.
Ultimately at the end of the day she never taught me how to share people.
The problem with people is that you want to keep them-
Keep them close
Keep them tight
Keep them safe.
You don't want to take turns because you fear that they will find someone who is better than you.
That one day they will leave because you were not enough.
So to suppress our paranoia we resort to rules and regulations.
We employ the facade that what we are doing is out of love
When in reality we are living in fear.
People are not possessions.
We are human beings
Capable of emotion and free will.
We are granted the ability to choose
For that freedom is what distinguishes ourselves from the rest.
We are not objects upon a shelf
To be taken down when felt like or guarded like a metal safe.
We are not punching bags
To be used at one’s disposable.
We are not mountains
To be climbed and conquered.
We are human beings
Yet humanity continually treats each other as if nothing.
August 06, 2014
People are free to make their own decisions.
You cannot own anyone.
If a person chooses you- chooses to stay,
Then be thankful for that is a privilege.
David Leger Aug 2014
Coiled around the core
     of my heart
Is a sigh for the *****
     who sold my art.

I was that fiend, lusting for care,
     not long ago,
I wrote the shame on the page I tear,
     I am my foe.

But dead now, is that ***** *****,
     Buried deep within;
I write for me forevermore,
     Yet carry still that sin.
I used to write for the wrong reasons, but not anymore. I'll never let that ***** in me sell me out again.
MST Aug 2014
"What is the world coming to?" They say,
******, ****, stealing, and lying.
"How did we let it come to this?" They shout,
betrayal, lust, spying and dying.
Oh sweet ignorance,
is it not such bliss,
have you not seen this work was always like this?
We have killed for years,
while drinking victim's tears,
playing on fears,
to control our peers.
Murdering many for the sake of few,
under the facade that "it was always for you!".
But when will we turn the lights on,
and illuminate the room,
finally seeing our bloodied hands,
and our selfish doom.
When will we stop pretending it is for love,
and no longer say it is for a power that is above.
When will we look into the mirror's eyes,
and see that we have become what we despise.
Aizzur Festejo Jul 2014
How lucky.
A friend you're comfortable with
Where talking is not a necessity
But stays by your side and in need
Giving you warmth and security.

How sly.
Enjoying and loving the company
So much, that losing it hurts
Until one confessed, so canny
So unfair, at first it was nerts.

How uneasy.
Like nothing happened, nothing heard
Guilt and depression never left
Selfishness, insensitivity increased a third
But for all's sake, it was all kept.

How selfish
Liked you, missed you. Indeed selfish
Wanted to try and see what will happen
But will it not break us? it just became a wish
Guess, it might be the best then.

How to say goodbye
I say goodbye. Your romances will be missed,
Sweet talks and how we used to be
It will be awkward, we might get ****** but,
We're originally friends, remember?
Jordan Harris Jul 2014
Even as I ride mounted high on your hips
arching and arcing my spine like an endless surge of foaming breakers
as my waist rolls beneath your shaking fingertips

Even as a moan slips from your shivering lips
and the mussels surrounding your throat contract with delight
as a gasp rushes forward, rippling in the aura surrounding you

Even as I take control
and your limp and helpless body sprawls beneath me
begging for more

I am selfish

Because it is not for your pleasure why I prowl this night
but your reactions
I only live to see your eyes turn to marble
and your mind go blank behind your lustful gaze
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