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I love a woman
who's not afraid to speak her mind.
and not afraid of the consequences.

Back in the sixty,
women burnt their bras
protesting and debating
for equal rights

I can't tolerate women
who is always the weakest link
Those kind of women
would loosen the chains
before they think.

If you choose to be strong
stay strong'
Never let strangers  sense your fear
or revealed to them that you're not
wearing any underwear.
And most of all; never let them see you sweat


I have no tolerance for such a brew;
it defies me, and somehow
it make me rude
it you want to roll with me
you have to be strong
no wee...wee!

Heartless I am not
I am just a ******* notch.

Are you on the verge of tears?
 Apr 2012 TinaMarie
Johnnie Rae
What is this level of suicidal redemption,
Oh god, its just my reflection,
Staring back with cold satisfaction
Just admiring its creation
With out the least bit of remorse
Just watch
As demetation takes its course
Blood drips down like rain
I know what your thinking
This woman can't possibly be sane
This level of threat is unhealthy
But then again
No one said I was
The least bit sane
My mind finds everything dark
And that spark of hope you saw
Darling
There is no spark
This is the point of no return
Theres no reason to cry
Because you cant save something
When its already gone.
It’s as if you love a stranger,
when unconditional love prevails;
It’s as if it doesn’t matter,
when effort goes to no avail.

The agony that lies within,
triggering the paroxysm that lies outside.
Lingering from the bones – and,
into the skin with total surface so wide.

Why do you hide away from me?
All that defence mechanism I practice that I see in front of me,
When all I wanted was to be your safe place -
No harm, no pain, no ****** and openness without disgrace.

I know, being alone provides solace.
But without one another, our love will go into such a waste.
I know, it hurts to open yourself up to another individual,
When everything you sacrifice can suddenly seem so fatal.

Let me plead, let me plight.
That I am imperfect, but I try to be right.
To be the harbinger of peace and abatement,
Even when the world fails and together we have to fight.

For once I am willing to let go, willing to prepare for war,
willing to stand on my feet with great reason and meaning.
And finally I found you – my love,
that will prevent my selfishness from leaving,
(even when colossal pain kills my being).

You are my reason for thanksgiving;
This unconditional love – revealing,
Finally after my tears are wiped away,
and my vision goes into a clearer perspective:
When unconditional love prevails,
(Now I know), nothing will go into no avail.
To see more, go to plighttowrite.wordpress.com
I’m a zombie of the darkness
Caught in death’s grip
Pain streaming out of my very fingertip
Groaning from the anger
Or of primitive game
After death, life is never to be the same
A zombie of strength
Representing the weak
Maybe I’m normal
Or a barely dead freak
This is my Saturday Night Writing poem for the category of zombies. It's all for entertainment, Zombies aren't a usual muse ;)
 Mar 2012 TinaMarie
Madeline
and, oh ****, you've got freckles on your shoulders
stars in your eyes and a curl across your forehead
don't you dare grin at me like that because i'm
falling
for your
rakish and
charming and
golden-haired almost-sweetness and your
deep-down beautiful way and you're
smiling just for me and you're
giving me that look like
i can't believe you! because i'm
throwing you off guard because i'm
weird-random laughing-beaming funny-jaunty teasing-scowling and just really really strange
i'm the opposite of your safe maybe-pretty girlfriend and the
opposite of your ******* friends
and most of all
most of all
most of all
i'm
mother of god,
i'm


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.
.
.
i would like nothing more
if it wasn't so empty
i would be lying to say
i never loved
how feeling Nothing
made me feel
only the pieces
of whatever
i loved you with

i can't say my friends
have never seen me
taking it hard

when you vanished

i had that that Look
you get when
you finally
finally
finally dare
a very, very
intimate embrace
only Abandon
was perfect
for Hopeless

i must admit i thought
the pain made
your beautiful Cruelty
almost mean
whatever
girls like you
Always tell the Devil
to say

how 'the pain was all she had to give, and my love wanted everthing she had '

my first real laugh... ached...but...
thought you should do Vegas.

or visa-versa.

and so
with that
everything hurt more
just knowing
i could
let it go

i could be removed
and still live with
all the shrapnel
you so lovingly made sure
was in the Bomb

my friends have told me
they saw me surrender

when they knew exactly what it was

when i dared to feel Nothing at all
they saw a broken heart's
first love.

And that look told all my friends
it heard someone say
you died.

and the Devil bought a ring.
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