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I was there all the time, while you were gone One day you were there, the next day, gone Everything was going good So I never understood what went wrong I never understood what I did so wrong Because one day you were there And the next day; bright, and early, gone I never understood how another girl Became your "number one" Things started to turn south When I noticed you were gone more You'd make sure you were always quiet When you managed to make your way home And came through the door Quiet as can be, so you didn't wake me up Because you didn't want me to know That you were actually out after work With some girl who had a baby Which made you look like a creep How could you hit me below the belt, so deep? You went and wandered the streets Looking for someone else to satisfy You and your petty selfish needs You were playing house with someone else Giving someone else the attention I was supposed to get Not even caring to ask how I even felt You hit me in the face one, slapped rather That was a one time thing, not a big deal or matter Because you hit me in front of my mother And she told you point blank "If you're going to hit my daughter; You need to take a breath and really think" And then I chimed in with; "It's okay because if he ever tries or does it again; I'll go to jail for breaking his **** hand." The audacity this fool think he had Cheated on me because I can't have kids And he apparently wanted to be a dad All you had to do was say something to me That's something I would have come to understand But instead you became unfaithful and left me sad I really had feelings for you because I became obsessed Starting going to work with you And sitting in your vehicle for 8-12 hours like I was possessed You drove me so crazy I didn't know what else to do Then one day it all became clear I wasn't needed anymore here So I left, and never looked back. Stephanie A. Ludwig 04/25/2025
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
Evil Ex Boyfriend #4
I was there all the time, while you were gone One day you were there, the next day, gone Everything was going good So I never understood what went wrong I never understood what I did so wrong Because one day you were there And the next day; bright, and early, gone I never understood how another girl Became your "number one" Things started to turn south When I noticed you were gone more You'd make sure you were always quiet When you managed to make your way home And came through the door Quiet as can be, so you didn't wake me up Because you didn't want me to know That you were actually out after work With some girl who had a baby Which made you look like a creep How could you hit me below the belt, so deep? You went and wandered the streets Looking for someone else to satisfy You and your petty selfish needs You were playing house with someone else Giving someone else the attention I was supposed to get Not even caring to ask how I even felt You hit me in the face one, slapped rather That was a one time thing, not a big deal or matter Because you hit me in front of my mother And she told you point blank "If you're going to hit my daughter; You need to take a breath and really think" And then I chimed in with; "It's okay because if he ever tries or does it again; I'll go to jail for breaking his **** hand." The audacity this fool think he had Cheated on me because I can't have kids And he apparently wanted to be a dad All you had to do was say something to me That's something I would have come to understand But instead you became unfaithful and left me sad I really had feelings for you because I became obsessed Starting going to work with you And sitting in your vehicle for 8-12 hours like I was possessed You drove me so crazy I didn't know what else to do Then one day it all became clear I wasn't needed anymore here So I left, and never looked back. Stephanie A. Ludwig 04/25/2025
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Sometimes we’re softened by the love they try to give Even if we can’t fully accept it and live Even if we can’t learn our lesson and forgive Even if we stay trapped by the pain and continue to relive Like a movie Who would choose me? If there were other options Don’t love me out of duty Find the beauty in my mess and hang on to that Love the good parts and help me change the rest Help me to express these thoughts I’m always so depressed I feel so possessed & I just need some rest
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Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 5:26 PM UTC
damaged goods
What about me do you find loveable? You do much more than I deserve What are redeeming qualities? You and I go way back I feel it's more than that Why? You do all you are able to make me happy I do what I can to make you happy Your efforts are equivalent to a greater amount than my own I do not understand your love Welcome it all the same
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May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC
Loveable
you are a lab rat, dancing in their labs, through you they *** to conclusions. You turn them from ***** to holy, Every morning they turn saint. It's sad how you have turned a naked god, Cleaning possessed men. Immoral lab experiments Men are tresh.
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
Used
There’s a ghost inside my skin Basking in my sin Wearing me like a dress She took over my soul Swallowed me whole Left me in distress I tried to launch an attack Grabbed her hand, pulled her back But she pushed me back inside Now she wears my charms Says she doesn’t mean me harm Still, the other me has died She lied.
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
Inside My Skin
my skin is hot. fevered. demanding to be soothed. touched. satisfied. have i gone crazy? i have never, ever done such a thing. never unlocked this private room inside of me. never ever wanted to take a look inside. am i possessed? entered by a demon, chained and padlocked, inside of myself? i feel possessed, taken by some evil, sick desire. desire i can’t control. what is wrong with me? i don’t want this. oh god. it can’t feel good. but it does. it does. does.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
am i sick?
i see you in colours that don’t exist at all. — N O V A | p o s s e s s e d
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
P O S S E S S E D
Twinkling stars reflect in his deep blue iris, He’s possessed by the stars he said, As I to him, Nothing but him and I, and time in our hands to spend it with, Nothing but the world we flick and kick in a blink, Nothing, Nothing but him and I.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Nothing..
Fortune Cookie Maxim Minimizes (alternately titled “markedly welcome matt and luke warm john.”) i agonizingly dutifully didst wait to distract anticipatory anxiety, (analogous to an expectant father) while protracted procedure promised nothing short of a millennium, whereby echoing thru the corridors of time olly olly gluten free ranging NON GMO, oxen oiled lubricated cloven hoof nsync cup aided toot tune to clacking choppers activated after this chap dialed up favorite eats using latest vaunted communications device (forced to shout over din o'er loud grumbling within bowel of abdominal anatomical beast) commenced manifold upon ordering repast magically appeared, low and behold an appetizer tete a tete via tony Apple iPhone X ‑ 256 GB ‑  Silver Verizon amazing piece de resistance,  sans technological fetes with CDMA/GSM ring tones, where a pleasant fecund female bot tilled voice didst greet prepping, priming, promoting Crowded house special of the Green day dis "FAKE" kin lister eagerly awaited: salivating, simulating ****** soothing sans savory souffle the first culinary ******** savory dish, after aye parked, positioned, and plunked gluteus near swinging doors leading into kitchen, where this word maven strategically dip posited said maximus to attempt futile gastronomic endeavor tum maximize tempering torturous tenacious devastatingly deadly assault steaming enemy disarmed disguised, and dismantled, resplendent redolent redoubt digitally remastering nondiscerning indistinct aromas to supper esse overwhelming paroxysms to gorge putting a ritzy lid on heated fiery dogged craving powder milk dog biscuits (an impossible mission), where oozing, licking, insinuating filaments commingled as cutthroat nemesis cooly whipped devastatingly weeknd x2c; wickedly wafting, seducing, satiating, and salivating courtesy olfactory foramen, deflecting incessant onslaughts induced famished fellow to reevaluate, relinquish, and revisit his Weltanschauung soup per bowl,  while simultaneously commandeering cutlery to attack, besiege, conquer condemning delegate of China ware without tea zing, thence indiscriminately marshaling choppers to set up base camp at Oral-B (heeding flying pie warnings, where shewing should desserts foe ment Hunger) eggs sauce er baited onslaught of herbaceous, fabulous delicious culinary cuisine aromatic eats thoroughly teasing growling stomach steeping interminable suspenseful, seven star Michelin magicians empowered to transform most anything (such as bilge water, road **** or septic tank) gourmet experienced huckster longingly ***** doubled as famished Norwegian Bachelor farmer, equating odoriferous garbage truck on par suckling swollen teats patience caved to restrain noshing impaling his strict credo on dustbin of his story never again *** chew gnawing even knuckles sandwich of fingers or toes squishy human digits texture of imported dates which hunger pangs lesson, do justice doth minimally satiate afterwards, a restauranteur hoof hall hues highbrow opinion, hence a short survey about ambience, yours truly will rate perhaps unwise of an every Jimmy John Joe gourmand tubby biased after an apple ala carte blanch preceded with delicious hors d'oeuvre high marks more nerve wracking than going on a blind date. And of course with enticing forkful of flagrant food Beep ping Update complete disrupted first mouthful.
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
Apple Macbook Pro Update Process
Fortune Cookie Maxim Minimizes (alternately titled “markedly welcome matt and luke warm john.”) i agonizingly dutifully didst wait to distract anticipatory anxiety, (analogous to an expectant father) while protracted procedure promised nothing short of a millennium, whereby echoing thru the corridors of time olly olly gluten free ranging NON GMO, oxen oiled lubricated cloven hoof nsync cup aided toot tune to clacking choppers activated after this chap dialed up favorite eats using latest vaunted communications device (forced to shout over din o'er loud grumbling within bowel of abdominal anatomical beast) commenced manifold upon ordering repast magically appeared, low and behold an appetizer tete a tete via tony Apple iPhone X ‑ 256 GB ‑  Silver Verizon amazing piece de resistance,  sans technological fetes with CDMA/GSM ring tones, where a pleasant fecund female bot tilled voice didst greet prepping, priming, promoting Crowded house special of the Green day dis "FAKE" kin lister eagerly awaited: salivating, simulating ****** soothing sans savory souffle the first culinary ******** savory dish, after aye parked, positioned, and plunked gluteus near swinging doors leading into kitchen, where this word maven strategically dip posited said maximus to attempt futile gastronomic endeavor tum maximize tempering torturous tenacious devastatingly deadly assault steaming enemy disarmed disguised, and dismantled, resplendent redolent redoubt digitally remastering nondiscerning indistinct aromas to supper esse overwhelming paroxysms to gorge putting a ritzy lid on heated fiery dogged craving powder milk dog biscuits (an impossible mission), where oozing, licking, insinuating filaments commingled as cutthroat nemesis cooly whipped devastatingly weeknd x2c; wickedly wafting, seducing, satiating, and salivating courtesy olfactory foramen, deflecting incessant onslaughts induced famished fellow to reevaluate, relinquish, and revisit his Weltanschauung soup per bowl,  while simultaneously commandeering cutlery to attack, besiege, conquer condemning delegate of China ware without tea zing, thence indiscriminately marshaling choppers to set up base camp at Oral-B (heeding flying pie warnings, where shewing should desserts foe ment Hunger) eggs sauce er baited onslaught of herbaceous, fabulous delicious culinary cuisine aromatic eats thoroughly teasing growling stomach steeping interminable suspenseful, seven star Michelin magicians empowered to transform most anything (such as bilge water, road **** or septic tank) gourmet experienced huckster longingly ***** doubled as famished Norwegian Bachelor farmer, equating odoriferous garbage truck on par suckling swollen teats patience caved to restrain noshing impaling his strict credo on dustbin of his story never again *** chew gnawing even knuckles sandwich of fingers or toes squishy human digits texture of imported dates which hunger pangs lesson, do justice doth minimally satiate afterwards, a restauranteur hoof hall hues highbrow opinion, hence a short survey about ambience, yours truly will rate perhaps unwise of an every Jimmy John Joe gourmand tubby biased after an apple ala carte blanch preceded with delicious hors d'oeuvre high marks more nerve wracking than going on a blind date. And of course with enticing forkful of flagrant food Beep ping Update complete disrupted first mouthful.
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So it's night So it's dark So it's quiet So am I. Bathed in electric shadow I push blues and whites In cream curdled from clouds And shades of grey and green. In politics and paint you're born 'Welcome to the world. You're going to make someone very happy.' Me. So how many days Can you spend in nights? Let me know, faithless print For eyes watch us, praying fondly. I get confused, often Spraxically distopic in a utopian person We'll succeed together We'll fly on splinted wings. I can write love poems too, you know, But I'm only here for the future So let's wait, together And work for something we still breath for. I'm here for you being here for me And I grow branches in the night's silence. An ode to breathlessness And the chill of flush for the quiet.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
Possessed
He woke up smiling Next to his dear miracle He doesn't wanna miss Tangled in her dreams Only she is his dream Came to life for him
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Fiery Haze
Run away, child, Don't let me in, I'm a demon, I'm a devil, I'll teach you how to sin. Run away, little son, Don't look into my eyes, They are black-blue, they are deadly, And full of dangerous lies. Run away, little daughter, Before your mind I will slaughter, My existence knows no love, I was expelled from above. You can never run away, Your mind is my slave, I will haunt you until you die, Never to leave your side. Run away, child. While you're still alive.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Run away, child
There's a man in my mirror, His face is not mine. He's painted onto the walls, And carved into my mind. He whispers In my ear, And tells me strange things, His twisted words betray me, He laughs and he sings. He has eyes so yellow as the sun, They pierce through me, nothing can be done. He possesses the key to set me free but he will never give it back to me. I hope one day he will set me free, And leave with  all of the memories he gave me.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
The man with yellow eyes
SHE rose to his towering rule, The plaything of his life - Love's rusting tool, Of husband and wife. She hath paid her heart's due - Once struck by Death's love bow, Her senses laid few, Far from what she used to know. Her heart lays upon Death's trail, Bleeding endless waves - Forevermore without fail, Until she meets the graves. Love she missed in the new day, Of glorious awe - Under the showers of May, Her beating heart still raw. Unmentioned tensions galore, In that home just down the road, The marriage they both bore - Where blood soon flowed. Alas, the man's mind! Possessed was he, By Death's kind - To forever torment she. Bleak stormy dreary eve, Where an ominous draft - Set Death's yarn to weave, Death's conniving craft. Spirits had swallowed he, Consuming his soul - And burdening she, So the funeral bells may toll. This phantasm he may abide, Love's ending scythe - Against her butchered hide, The forces Death may writhe. And behind that home, Just down the little road - The blood may roam, For the marriage she abode.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
She
you are buried in the deepest and it was maddening you kissed and licked and tasted every inch you never neglected a single part of me ensuring i feel you everywhere i have never felt more possessed and claimed
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
flesh on flesh
I look upon the empty frame But I see, it speaks behind, Behind me. In front there is no Mirror, Reflection, Hair Is on end, I breath, but I am exhaling. What expelled. I feel whispers in each ear, Voice, Voices, Words "Telling me what I must" Must, must, must. I see what whispers, the reflection That's not meant to be. Me I, voices Muttered upon myself. "The wood Is thirst" "It shows yourself as meant to be" "Reflection of that not seen" I scream, but whispers are expelled As I walk away. I find in front of this mirror less frame, Old nails Protruded, Extended, Overhanging Points upon flesh. "I find my self laying flat," Lacerations as I see a reflection "In this Mirror less frame" It is me laughing as I bleed upon wood, I see that which took me, It was me that fed the wood...
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Mirror-less Frame
The voice burnt upon my brain I wanted to speak, to be alone But it was like a Candle Flame That grew to ****** Scorching my mind It was the darkness that Encroached upon my Every thought, desires Twisted Perverted Darkened By this voice that's  not mine In the depths of my mind it "Shrieks" My ears permanently ringing You have imprinted on thoughts "I don't want" "I do want"   "I don't know what I want" Stop this trickery upon my mind I am possessed by a Whisper That spoke untruths that   Shouted Screamed Silent Is my voice now "This voice is mine" "The voice you knew is no more" I'm screaming through my iris, The window to my soul Will any one hear my silent voice This voice that speaks is not know my own
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Voice Of Many Whispers
She is his You can see it just from a glance It can't be chance that he sits so rigid Their PDA almost frigid in it's clockwork execution we kiss now, here, then, when we should Their public nature behind a hood of do's and don'ts, should, could so would, but never must never need. I don't feel she's ever breathed just for you, she feels too insular. Too Egocentric His posture is pride, A look; a challenge A touch: assurance This one is mine Look, don't touch Envy me But find your own In his arms his serpent glows and coils around his throat dote Their words are whispers of solidarity A secret society who's key they ate, their touches tempt fate. You're going to hurt him But for now she coils, and boils his blood and throws his rudder out of control. And he sits, a deadbolted frame, clinging to a paper Mona Lisa which could flap away or, at any moment, bore and stray But for now, they're proud and loud with public love.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Possessed
Flashbacks of a juvenile burning curiosity like the charm of a snake, outside looking in...And all the setbacks between the two sides luring the tediosity to take some straight on the side while school is in. Big ups, the cotton wool is pulled over our eyes, how do you shape-shift between freedom and destruction?? I pick you up through the rotten like a fool even though I know inside I can't escape a stiff one, while you lead them down that path of destruction. The comfort of Noah being a drunk is naive, I delve in your chemical name called Spirits. That's why you're a demon drug like how Eve and Adam were beguiled into this subliminal game and lost the Sphinx. Master of inebriation, you're probably the cause of an Old Man's flaws or the reason why we lost our Love for...The Answer to Liberation, seeing Old Timers and Mentors slip and fall on odour tavern floors... Excuse me and watch your step, tomorrow they might think I'm on drugs coz' of your transgressions. Exclude me and watch you're back, you never know...they might just think I'm a **** coz' of your aggression. Exorcise in solitude and stop disturbing the peace between families and friends. Our Sisters are now exercising fortitude in the fog, curbing their dreams by imbibing in fantasies and trends. Pains to see Good Men possessed out of success and in denial... But then again Real Men will profess out of such stress and be the Lion. Hear that...craziness cunning hard for a kiss of *** "You wanna forget your troubles?" I say Cheers to that blaziness coming hard...you can kiss my *** "Give me another double".
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
Liquefied demon
Flashbacks of a juvenile burning curiosity like the charm of a snake, outside looking in...And all the setbacks between the two sides luring the tediosity to take some straight on the side while school is in. Big ups, the cotton wool is pulled over our eyes, how do you shape-shift between freedom and destruction?? I pick you up through the rotten like a fool even though I know inside I can't escape a stiff one, while you lead them down that path of destruction. The comfort of Noah being a drunk is naive, I delve in your chemical name called Spirits. That's why you're a demon drug like how Eve and Adam were beguiled into this subliminal game and lost the Sphinx. Master of inebriation, you're probably the cause of an Old Man's flaws or the reason why we lost our Love for...The Answer to Liberation, seeing Old Timers and Mentors slip and fall on odour tavern floors... Excuse me and watch your step, tomorrow they might think I'm on drugs coz' of your transgressions. Exclude me and watch you're back, you never know...they might just think I'm a **** coz' of your aggression. Exorcise in solitude and stop disturbing the peace between families and friends. Our Sisters are now exercising fortitude in the fog, curbing their dreams by imbibing in fantasies and trends. Pains to see Good Men possessed out of success and in denial... But then again Real Men will profess out of such stress and be the Lion. Hear that...craziness cunning hard for a kiss of *** "You wanna forget your troubles?" I say Cheers to that blaziness coming hard...you can kiss my *** "Give me another double".
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