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~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
 Feb 2015 Theia Gwen
Liv
cannibalism
 Feb 2015 Theia Gwen
Liv
blood stained fingernails
hollow eyed
intestine pasta
with a beating heart side
you don't need it
but i need it
a swig of ipecac
to polish off your favorite shade of wine
a kick of copper and regret

but i am eating
her stomach grew smaller
she drowned a little deeper
a nasty lie beneath gritted teeth

come back darling,
dinner is served
this is hard to understand i'm going to assume, it's about eating disorders or missing someone, thus leaving a gap. eating me alive, but im my own demon. This is dark. I wrote it with a very dark intention
Keep me etched in your memory
Not haunted or abhorred
But our sweetened memories perched up there
Of our first heavenly kiss last fall

Keep me etched in your heart
Not haunted or abhorred
Just sweetened memories cradled in there
Like a baby secluded in a mother's arm

Keep me etched in your soul
Not haunted or abhorred
But angelic and mystical
Mystical as the Divine's call
Another mistake, another blunder
Fragile love ripped asunder
Fairy tale romances dead
Cruel reality, hearts bled
I cupped my hands
Like a cave,
Whispered in
And smelled decay.

I took a peek
Through life's keyhole,
Saw our miserable
World unfold.

I placed an ear
To our globe's wall,
Heard the sobbing
Caterwauls.

I laid my hands
On friends and foes,
Forgot, forgave
The lies and blows.

With all my senses
I repent
The grief I caused,
I live content.
 Feb 2015 Theia Gwen
Dameon Smith
My heart pounds in my ears
My breathing wracks my body
I can't think
I can't stop the
Panic attacks that attack me

Stupidest reasons
Lead to me crying
Lead to me screaming
Lead to me dying and
Nightmarish dreaming
Waking up sweating
Yet freezing cold
My heart squeezing in fear.

Always afraid
Always wary
Always watching out for
The panic attacks that attack me.

Hidden somewhere
A dark corner somewhere
My head in my hands
And a scream in my throat
Silent. No one can hear
No one can know
Quiet despair.

I can't breath
Though I'm trying
I can't scream
Though I'm trying
I can't quite get my nails through my skin
Though I'm trying.
Even seven feet below in the dark
In this state I can't
Reach my goal of ending my life.

My lips can't move as fast as my head
And my head can't describe what I'm feeling
My feelings are leaving me reeling
So confused and hopeless
Close to help but can't reach it
My lips can't wrap around the words I need.
Can't wrap around a simple "Help Me"

So I lay in my room
Hidden somewhere dark
And I let the tears
Leave their marks
On my pillows
On my sheets
On my face.
And I sob silently as the
Words I don't wan't to hear
And lies lead me away.
Silent screams and zero breath reaching
My shaking body and my
Panic attacks just attack me again.
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