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Love. How simple that word is except it has been misunderstood; illused, Media portrays it everywehere. So much so, it's shoved down our throats. Some say love is forgive and forget; blood runs thicker. But what about the one who manipulates, anillates, and isolates this thing. This little thing called love. L-O-V-E it puts the L in "love me just as I am," the O in "Over and Over please forgive me," V in whispered in the "Very unpredictable challenges that come" and E. E as in"Every day remind me with those sweet tender nothings. " We wish for the old timey love but instead we now wish, for the love where we grow old, and it doesn't matter what time makes us look like. The love where we don't want to get the phone. The love where we pursue through the tough times. Where we don't give up after just one fight. Or we misuse our words. Kind of like the word love. I've heard it gets misused a lot.
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Misunderstood Words
she asked for a birthday calendar simplistic in design quite endearing nonetheless to collate each and every important date mark them down in her neatest clearest handwriting she thought that if she hung it in pride of place on the wall by the kitchen door her eye would be drawn to it each time she left the room she would not forget to send the appropriate message of congratulations and many happy returns when needed      or expected; yet although the calendar may coincidentally be showing the correct month it has remained on that page untouched      ignored or      unheeded for the past eleven months
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Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
the past eleven months
Withering kiss belittles fate Sultry, affluent, perfection lost a damnation of intent skewed by empty plight endearing atrophy weaves no ties cut from the crowd whispers seeking place in time Wreaking havoc upon sullen breadth dreams disguise desire the facade awakens every day the ghostly touch of weightless hands deliverance, mourning truth each dream ached by sunder of hope remiss of such light, I become mired such calmness and good comes of the night by day, there resides no such kindness by my side I await, forever..
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Untitled
Just because she had eyes Did not mean She could see What was right in front of her
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Vision
We are all strings held together by a thumbtack Placed there by a man just trying to get his hope in humanity back We all connect to somewhere else that we don't want to be Held in place by more tacks in the backs Of greasy men and stepped on women and children In this world tossed  and forgotten in a rucksack Thrown around amongst a gun, huncuffs, and a gum pack, Extra...
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
Strings and tacks
Words from our mouths can be swords from a sheathe. An arrow on a bow. A stone from a sling.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
Lesson Learned #18
I was never mad that you lied about the smallest of things. The things that hurt the most when found that they were indeed true. If anything you taught me that sometimes faith can easily be misplaced. Over time it became hard to look in your eyes, A place I found myself disappearing to often. Confusing truth for comfort, Realizing that in a world of fabrication, The best truths are raw. Often unclothed. A natural happening. This is what lured me to your eyes. Not once paying attention to what was going on around me, Not until the last minute. The things taken for granted. The unease hesitation of hands. A certain anxiousness That shook with the reach of your hand. Slowly watching a different you appear. No longer soft, genuine. Left with the answer to why most facades exist. A simple truth I myself overlooked in the way that I loved you. Instead, taking gallons of lighter fluid. Soaking every inch of myself then placing the box of matches in your hand. Knowing the outcome. Knowing the difference between right and wrong. But still having faith that you wouldn't do the things I knew you would. This was the faith that I had that you were exactly who you said you were, that you loved me the same exact way that I loved you. Misconstruing the spark from the box of matches as the spark I seen when we first met. Mistakes are not uncommon, in most cases it's what's done after that really matters. Despite the sudden jitters that overwhelmed you, I provided my arms as a place of shelter. A place that without question, you'd know without a shadow of a doubt would always have comfort. Never truly realizing that most things of that nature are treated as one sided. A incomplete truth, selfish in the same nature.  No matter what superficial truth I saw you wrap yourself in to grant ease of comfort. I was never mad at you, How could I be mad at you for being who you were all along. Learning a fraction, as to why wolves often choose sheep's clothing
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Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
Why Not Your A Sheep, Said Ms. Wolf
I was never mad that you lied about the smallest of things. The things that hurt the most when found that they were indeed true. If anything you taught me that sometimes faith can easily be misplaced. Over time it became hard to look in your eyes, A place I found myself disappearing to often. Confusing truth for comfort, Realizing that in a world of fabrication, The best truths are raw. Often unclothed. A natural happening. This is what lured me to your eyes. Not once paying attention to what was going on around me, Not until the last minute. The things taken for granted. The unease hesitation of hands. A certain anxiousness That shook with the reach of your hand. Slowly watching a different you appear. No longer soft, genuine. Left with the answer to why most facades exist. A simple truth I myself overlooked in the way that I loved you. Instead, taking gallons of lighter fluid. Soaking every inch of myself then placing the box of matches in your hand. Knowing the outcome. Knowing the difference between right and wrong. But still having faith that you wouldn't do the things I knew you would. This was the faith that I had that you were exactly who you said you were, that you loved me the same exact way that I loved you. Misconstruing the spark from the box of matches as the spark I seen when we first met. Mistakes are not uncommon, in most cases it's what's done after that really matters. Despite the sudden jitters that overwhelmed you, I provided my arms as a place of shelter. A place that without question, you'd know without a shadow of a doubt would always have comfort. Never truly realizing that most things of that nature are treated as one sided. A incomplete truth, selfish in the same nature.  No matter what superficial truth I saw you wrap yourself in to grant ease of comfort. I was never mad at you, How could I be mad at you for being who you were all along. Learning a fraction, as to why wolves often choose sheep's clothing
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I cant drown my demons because they swim. Diving into my every thought creeping into my mind. Plunging and destroying all the hope from my fragile heart. They seep into my soul making it cold, dry, and now withdrawn... Withdrawn from the outside world shutting everyone out my demons come out from dawn to dark. These demons causing all these emotional scars and they left a mark. These demons constantly putting me through pain now I'm a recluse that has been misused and abused. So, I'll be dammed if I let anyone in. These demons forbid my mind from being happy and I shall not dare challenge it because these demons still swimming are already killing me Torturing my everlasting existence When will it ever end?
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
These Demons
i said "i love you" but you keep twisting my words plunging them until they have no meaning im depressed, misused, abused, and above all tired.   god i wish i was dreaming No matter how loud i scream it "I LOVE YOU" you cant seem to grasp the passion behind it. ******** me over constantly Now im sitting on floors staring at pill bottles imagining the possibilities and your the reason for this **** Will you be the death of me or my only way of tranquility? Will you love me like you should or still have me wondering "what would"? I said "I love you." 3 powerful words you'll always pretend not to hear.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
"I Love You"
i remember there was i time where i ment nothing, just like the people that saw me bluffing nothing mattered nothing would change everything seemed usless in my ****** up brain then finally life took a turn for the better and i was always the one in the center i was loved and people cared but then i fell back down the stairs again i was the one that no one could see the person that im really ment to be, everything lost my cards on the floor no one to notice if i walk out the door
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Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Invisible
With 8 billion people in the world, You'd think it would be Impossible to feel so isolated. So tough to explain, I'm frustrated, This is complicated, I feel like my soul has been obliterated, Mutilated, and violated. I can't think straight, And no, I'm not gay, Just a little confused Feeling battered and abused, My heart's been misused And I have been accused Of using others, when I'm the one being used.
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Isolated