#ripping
A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost
He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly
But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
Respectability boredom
The basis of your
very happy marriage.
Added to it my painful
everlasting suffering.
My heart-ache,
and heart-break.
It all came to it's
inevitable end.
Everyone as everything
comes to a holt the"end."
I rolled your rushed up early dice back!
Rolled before I could understand the magic you were the deceitfulness the mind **** and hunting game
You now rip back
what greedy ones have planned for you
From that drunken ***** wild bird of paradise door you left ajared.
This universal law applies
as a balancing skale!
It just never fails
It's all an ever
pendulum Oscillation.
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By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply.
10-2020.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
I wish the stars c/u/t like
diamonds
ripping op en
s k i e s I’ve never
seen
Before.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC
I feel like ripping wet paper
and smashing mangoes against my lips.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Now I miss my painting.
Hologram lizards
Delectful trees
Green tomatoes.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
The whispers that would once soothe now crawl down my spine like roaches invading wet wood.
My spine, turned to wood, splinters my heart.
And know it hurts to breathe but I do anyway because for a split second, pure air brushes against my lips, the way you once did.
I walk on broken glass, on my hands and knees clearing the way for you,
But you walk right over me looks across the ****** cracks on the floor. On my heart.
Why do I miss you. Why do I miss the cuts. Why do I miss the yelling.
Because I miss you. I miss the way you'd looked at me sleeping.
The way you'd watch me singing in the car.
The way you'd look at me while in your bed.
When did your eyes of love turn to lust?
When did I turn to a human being that meant nothing anymore.
When did 10 months of your life just hit ctrl delete and now you can't find the files but you are still my desktop picture.
How does this happen?
I try to rip apart your gifts on my dresser, and the pictures on my walls
but I can't because part of me is hoping one day you'll be at my door with my favorite flowers,
my favorite flowers,
my favorite flowers...
that I can't ******* think of because you have taken over my mind.
Just apologizing
Tell me this is some sick joke
Please tell me this is some sick joke
Because I can't handle this sick life.
I see you walk. You don't walk the same anymore
I see you talk. You don't talk the same anymore.
I see you. You aren't the same anymore.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
*Tears streaming down her cheeks
Washing away her makeup
She looked a mess
This is the way she looked
The inside her heart was in pain
Her body was shaking
Her head was spinning
She felt broken
She was broken
The pain is ripping her apart.*
L.S.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I ripped you off like a band aid.
Out of my life
Gone for good
But not until I knew I wouldn't need you anymore.
You took parts of me with you
Like how a bandage takes off some skin
Maybe a little hair.
I have healed.
And now, you've pushed me
Knowing I'll trip
Fall
Cut and bleed
Cry.
You pushed me knowing that you'd be able to patch me up with band aids.
And I know that I'll have to rip them off
One by one
All by myself.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
Ripping, tearing, scratching at my skin all I want to do is let the light in
destroy me
tear me apart
envelope me with your touch
cause don’t want to live in this body anymore
I want to disappear
or turn into something new
all I really want
is to get away from you
you body,
you skin,
I don’t want you anymore
I want to fly away
maybe to
go to the moon
all I know
is I want a place
where I can feel beautiful.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping.
A loud rap rapping on my chamber door, the noise of the latch
click clicking, I heard above the clock tick ticking, then the creak
of the boards, the squeak of the nails, across my chamber floor.
And in the darkness with eyes flick flicking and the noise in my
head of the latch click clicking, and the clock in the hall still
tick, tick ticking; came the noise of his boots kick, kick kicking!
What thought I with eyes still flicking with the sound in my head
of the clock tick ticking, and the ache and the pain from his boots
kick kicking! Why me?
Then a punch to my face, my face to his knee, then my eyes stop
flicking. No sound anymore, no more of the clock tick ticking,
Only the creak of the boards and the squeak of the nails across
my chamber floor. Then the sound of the latch click clicking;
no tapping or rapping, no eyes flick flicking, no, no more kicking.
Only the darkness, the slam of the door. Then the clock tick tick,
ticking, no more creaking of the floor.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I lay there wondering and
fearing; I just cant take this anymore!
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
The pain of having a broken heart has nothing to compare,
You never get use to it no matter how many times it happens.
It hurts every time more than I can manage,
You have not only broken my heart,
You've ripped it to shreds,
You've ripped me and my soul apart along with it,
You've left nothing but bone,
No possibility of putting back the pieces to this Humpty Dumpty,
Yet you come back,
You began to put me back together,
You finally finish,
But, just as a child destroys the puzzle;
You start again ripping away my most important piece,
That piece is you...
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
when I was younger,
my idea of pain was so very limited,
it was
a garden of roses
in a world full of thorns
one thousand skinned knees
and
five hundred sprained ankles
could not even begin to compare
to what I felt,
the day you left
my body was broken
my heart no longer belonged in my chest
my mind was dead,
and every single thought of you
ripped
and
burned
and
decomposed
the skin
that I hadn't already gotten to
and these pain killers,
have always worked for
skinned knees
and
sprained ankles
but not today
so I'm raising my dosage
to a few handfuls
hoping this pain will go away
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Captain Marryat's chariot
Was hijacked by Judas Iscariot
But with the aid of a lariat
He got it back.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC