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 Feb 2014 Tiffany
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Skin
 Feb 2014 Tiffany
Lb
When the knife hits the skin
Oh the pain within
The moans aren't alone
They're comforted with raindrops of red
They're puddling onto the floor
Each drop an echoing tap
There's a rhythm now
It has a pulse
Each collective drop , a beat
The sound of death awaiting
 Feb 2014 Tiffany
Mike Hauser
I met an old man
On the pathway of life
He was about to step off
I inquired of him why

He said he was tired
And his days they were through
It was time to pass on
This torch to the youth

I said there was much
That I needed to learn
He replied it's not something your taught
It's something you earn

If I would just set
Selfish ambition aside
Then I could get on
With the true meaning of life

We hit the crest of the hill
He turned to me and said
You didn't follow me here
My son you were lead

If you'll look down below
At the world that you see
The wisdom you search
Is not in desires
Or even in wants
It's in others needs
 Feb 2014 Tiffany
Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
 Feb 2014 Tiffany
Allison
When did love rear its head and turn its back?
We were once very close friends, love and I.
We shared deep passion for one another, hazing our minds with a faint sense of happiness, whatever the circumstances.
Now I still see love laying right before me, but I no longer feel its heated passion.
The fiery touch that shocked my entire body has dulled down into a cold, piercing touch of steel, scraping through my very skin.
Now I gaze upon my former friend in hopes that it may return to me.
In my heart, I can feel that love is no longer with me, that it has left my body for whatever reason, abandoning me.
And so I wonder, who is this love that lays before me?
A traitor, maybe?
Or perhaps an imposter?
Regardless, I can not bring myself to look away and abandon what was once held so close to me.
I cling to hopes that have long ago shattered, filling my own mind with lies.
As hard as I try, I cannot face the reality that it is no longer here.
For if I were to do so, all fire would leave me until I were stone cold.
And, if I were to be left in such a position, I would inevitably shatter until I am no longer.
 Feb 2014 Tiffany
Allison
Betray me once more,
Watch me disappear.
Your words make me suffer,
My screams make you cheer.

I'll write notes of so long,
Goodbye and farewell.
You'll send me to the place,
Where my worst nightmares dwell.

Deceive me again,
My black soul filled with lies.
Sing me hymns of horror,
I'll bleed from my eyes.

I've begged for too long,
I've been trying too hard.
Just to be left for dead,
My skin broken and scarred.

You took this too far,
And now it's on you.
It's your turn to beg,
And my death, you will rue.

Can you see my pain?
Can you feel my tears?
Can you ******* blood?
Can you smell my fear?

Watch close how I suffer,
Listen as I shriek.
Can you hear my death?
It's coming for me.

This is what you've caused,
Let remorse consume you.
This is how you killed me,
Abandoned without value.

Hear my sweet goodbyes,
My voice filled with woe.
My life was in your hands,
But the thread poorly sewn.

I had tried everything,
Just to gain your affection.
I struggled daily to be,
Your image of perfection.

I never wanted this,
But you left me no choice.
Destroyed mercilessly,
As decay coats my voice.

This was all your fault,
Now it's your turn to writhe.
Let my pain inflict you,
Let your own decay thrive.

In death, still it haunts,
The remembrance of you.
But I've dragged you here with me,
And you'll suffer here, too.

— The End —