I know it's only right to stay but I made myself become this way and it feels so wrong that I even survived today.
Apologies, My mind ponders when it should stay away; What poet doesn't struggle to keep that impulse at bay.
I guess what I'm trying to say is one must consider and consciously decide whether or not one should die before one can actually start living an appreciable life in their own eyes. It's painful otherwise.
All we can do to help them wade through these tides is be there for them.
I see right through you Exploit the fact you're blind without me
"Your scent is my pronesness"
My humanly aroma can turn you off So I mask it with axe after shave and Gucci guilty cologne even when we home
"Your lips are my vulnerability"
I understand when you ramble on you want me to grab you by the face and kiss you like our first date. It reminds you why you fell in the first place.
"Your hair is my susceptibility"
So like Samson let Delilah cut it off. A man of God blinded by she who he called his third wife. Became a weak for sin so legs I grabbed like pillars and let them fall on me.
"Your touch is my humility"
I know where to feel to bring you back to me. The power of being your first and only. As my hands run through your body like a ship in an ocean.
"Your lust is my inferiority"
Bring you to your knees when the tides are high. Tell you that I love you right before I....
"Your love is my superiority"
Cheat. The fact that I know you love me gives power to the lies I feed... you. Stories I tell that can't be disproved even if you looked well.
Love blinds the eyes, since one thinks with the ***** that beats. Led by impulse all it does is repeat. Witness my parents split after 25. For the last ten only kissed on New Year and valentine's. Why we live a lie, we can fall in and out of love over night. So I rather lay with you her, and her in these hotel sheets and avoid being heart broke like my father is. Smelling like great *** guided by lust. Is what a good stroke does.
Inspired by ThePoet. The other side of the coin. Everything in quotes was written by ThePoet.
How much do you have to hate life, to not be scared of death? - ThePoet
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't Because I really am afraid But life has only sharp things Wonder if death is willing to trade...
Longing ...a splinter Embedded in the recesses of my core Nestled deep, this tiny thorn The source of my disconcerting sore
Need ...a shard That stabs itself deep Extract it I will not Think it's worth the keep
Miss ...a knife With never a dull blade Stabs itself right through Pain that will never fade
Want ...a syringe Injecting the good and bad Side effects loom Driving me quite mad
Love ...a stake Rammed into my heart It doubles me over It rips me apart
Life* ...a spike Impaling without fail Siphoning my soul Through the holes in my mail
These are the few sharp things that I own The only things I've learnt to savour I've nurtured them large; now fully grown Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Line taken off ThePoet's "How?", for Frank Ruland's "I Love Doing Lines!" challenge.
This line left me speechless when I first read it. It boasts of so few words but bears so much weight. It's smart, thought provoking and amazingly deep. I started toying with it and came up with a response.
I am a big fan of ThePoet. I find that her entries exhibit uncanny wisdom, well laid thoughts and they're incredibly captivating. Here's to you, ThePoet... Thank you for the inspiration! .