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I went to my eye doctor
And told him I was unstable.
He gawked at me from across the table
Thankfully he tested me
For otherwise I couldn't see
The light in life
Or colours of the trees.
You see, my broken heart was very unkind
Causing me to go colourblind
Nena Twedell Dec 2014
This story is just beginning
don't mind the few blank pages along the way
That's when I though the plot had ended
Little did I know that was just a prequel
Character development
The first chapters I know the main character is hard to decipher
Just remember this is just the beginning
I'll hold a box of tissues for you when the plot seems to twist and turn
This is just the beginning of my story
When I thought this was the last page
I realized there's a whole another book with my name on the cover
This plot hasn't even climaxed yet
Please won't you stick around and see what happens next
Because this is character development
The prequel
To the story of my life
Realizing through all the fog just how much life you have left to live is an amazing feeling. Realizing that all this time wasn't a waste you were simply on the journey to finding yourself is comforting
**You are the author of your own story take the pen and start writing your story**
I do not remember you
All the time.
But when I do,
It's when I lay bare on my bed
Twisting and turning to fall asleep.
It's also when I abruptly wake up
And feel the empty space next to me.
But mostly, it's when the emptiness
Spreads within me during each heart beat.
aviisevil Nov 2014
I see you through the stained walls of my home,
Your window is open
And my heart is beating way too fast.
I can sit back and enjoy now that I'm all alone
My heart would be broken
But I don't care no more for it won't last.
John just left a few minutes ago-
And I gave him what I had.
I never told you how beautiful you are,
But you are amazing, my love,
Those are some nice **** you have.
Now I'm ready for the show,
Oh, and-
I love the tattoo on your back.
Such a fine lady,
It must be so hard when he leaves you alone,
Sometimes I think about it,
And the other day I broke into your home.
I didn't take anything,
God, I'm not a pervert
But I remember that feeling-
It changed everything,
I saw how beautiful your life is-
And I admit, It hurts.
I watch you as you stare in the mirror,
Displeased the way it makes you feel
I remember that scar he gave you,
Guess, some scars do never heal.
Sometimes I dream about you and me,
Try to plot some ways I can steal your heart,
You have no clue how shallow you've made me,
Without you I might break apart.
I stalked you once,
followed you to the park where you take your kids,
I hope you realise,
All of the neighbourhood comes out to have a look at your ****.
I even fought one of those creeps,
Remember how he abused you your way home ?
I found him late one night in the street,
And bashed his skull open when he was alone.
I even gave my candy to your little angel,
She has your eyes
I wish we could be more than just strangers,
I need you Mary, I won't lie.
I can't sleep without you,
And the pills only make me feel more miserable
John told me I need a doctor,
I'm getting more unstable.
But he has never fallen in love,
Has never felt the way I feel for you
I know you won't understand
But I know deep inside you love me too.


I watch him as he slits your throat,
I admit, I've never seen something more beautiful than this.

Wish I could be the one caressing your throat,
Licking all that blood as it trickles down your ****.

Only if you would've chosen me instead of him,
God knows you could have been so happy and alive.

Now John is my friend and I care for him,
But... " HEY, JOHN! KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF FROM THE **** OF MY WIFE ".
Notes (optional)
Hayley Cusick Nov 2014
I want to wander among the leaves
that have fallen so carefully around me
they haven't hindered who I am
but they have showed me a new path
and I want to find where it's twists and turns end
beneath the snow and throughout my bones
I'm lost on this new path to an uncertain home
and I'm left without a reality to ground me
only to rely on something so far outside of me
I feel so alone with this emptiness that surrounds me
only filling each hole when I'm threatened to drowning
goodbye my darkness, my close friend. you used to mean so much but now it's the end.
An enemy of my enemy is my friend
Yet he might be the cause of my end
Should I approach him with a clear mind?
Or should I find something to hide behind?
Will he attack me once I am in his sight?
Or will we be friends without having to fight?
Should I take the risk and let him see me ?
Or should I wait for a chance to run and flee?
Approaching him is what I will do
Never wanting to hear "if I were you"
I will approach him with a clear mind
Because friends these days are hard to find
That's how I met my best friend
Funny how things turn out in the end.
Tell you a story,
A sick story of mine,
I'm in a dream,
Waking up, and seeing,
Oh, your blood splattered all over mine.
I'm so scared, so terrified,
Oh hungrier still,
My knees shake and quiver,
but my **** only groans...
Gobble Gobble,
Crunch Crunch,
Gulp.
Yum.
The fear has gone away.
I wake up, a man again,
But I have changed.
And I've never been the same.
Take my heart,
****** your fingers through my chest -
let them reach. Rip, pull,
tear aside my weary flesh.
Scratch my decaying ribs,
rotten and weak.
Just a sharp, swift tug,
and they snap. Blood leaks,
as you pierce the arteries,
that keep my lungs captive -
chaining them within me,
so that they cannot rest, active
always, slaves to reflex.
Let them be free, at last
unbound, let them relax,
deflate, give up the air of past
days that took too long.
Toss them aside,
Useless and frail, taking
up space in your unrelenting hands,
they keep digging, though aching
and tired of brutality. Hatred
that once coursed through my veins,
now spilled and taken,
for your deathly gains.
Finally, unobstructed, a clear path
to my heart now drained
of life-giving blood is revealed.
Wrap your pale, blood-stained
fingers around it and pluck
the tendons 'till they break.
Grip more tightly, grab, clutch,
****** it from me, still and motionless.
Hold it up to the light, let me see
with my dead, hollow eyes
as you crush it in front of me.

Take my heart.

Crush my heart.

Take my brain.

Twist my mind.
Happy Halloween
You said you're innocent
and that all was just coincidence
I sneered "Oh, such confidence.."
I feigned my courage
but how could I manage
to taste this cold spoilt porridge?

Why does it hurt more when you say this?
Why does your tears feel like acid on my skin?

Do you see these wounds?
They never healed
You scratched my scars
All those times you pleaded
You twisted the knife you once stabbed
You drilled your nails as I watch it jarred to my flesh
And what else? Drenched them with brine of memories

But where were you all those years?
When this girl cried buckets
Drowned with her own tears?

How I wish
You can put her arms back to their sockets
Maybe then
She will forget how you made her feel
And once again
Hold you like everything was just a dream.



-Twist The Knife, Margaret Austin Go
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