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Nightmare Nov 2013
I never said that
I was a poet, I'm not
I am an artist
Micheal Wolf Nov 2013
What a guy!
What a player!
On the field he was the slayer
The only son, the one to watch
The one who others tried to match
He had the looks and physique
A grades at school for all to see.

Now he pays a heavy price
Drinks Jack Daniels every night
For all his life he was pushed
To be valour dictorum in the year book

He had problems so deep inside
He didn't want footballers thighs
He wanted silk and lace with heels
Not the college football kit
If he could have what he dreamed
He'd be a cheerleader on that field

A as a boy late at night
He gave his mom a real fright
There he was in her clothes
His father beat him and killed his soul

Years went by and James was wed
So he wore his wife's clothes instead!
Till one day he bought his own
Shaved his legs and went out alone
He bumped into a group of jocks
Who beat him beacause he wore a frock

Now in the mirror he has scars
That match the hundreds still inside
For James outside to all of you
Was Jayne inside and then showed you

But now at 50 for him to late
To be reasigned and be just Jayne
Times have changed and so have views
If he wants to let him wear Jimmy Choos
So if any friends I have Called John
Wants to be simply Joanne
Let me know asap
We can celebrate with a drink.
Disgusted at a story I read about a tortured soul.
Humanity needs a good kick and not this way.
Shelly Chandler Mar 2012
A chance meeting we had
A secret all our own
Most others would consider mad

Forbidden meeting
Stolen kisses
Two hearts together beating

From the first embrace
I knew this would be like no other
Forever wish to look upon your face

world out of controll they soon spun
Upside down and colided together
And a new one begun

Attempting to make a new normal
All the while feeling scared
Excited anxious and somewhat paranormal

Ups and downs we will face
But we will find safety and happiness
In each others sacred embrace

I will brave all obsticales
That are thrown in our path
Beacause never have I felt this before
All my love you hath
Pebbles Feb 2011
I slashed his tyre's
because .......
And I slashed his favorite T-shirt
because........
I slashed a whole *** of paint
red paint
against his front door
because ........
Then he wouldn't be able to run to her
Then he wouldn't be able to wear the top I bought him
Then the blood red paint may remind him of how
My heart was bleeding for him
And I did this all
beacause .........
beacause I couldn't help myself
because it made me feel better
cpy;2011
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jul 2015
The originality manufactured naturally,
strength gained without any body building,
hard work born with no need to learn it.
Rising and falling known from first sight.
Being a refugee has now become a norhm.
Watching the sun set on empty  stomaches like some soup opera.
Poverty unplanned has been
jotted in the caleneders.

Always ready to take to the heels like some marathon race fleeing from wars.
Carrying a spiritaul shield to protect their lives because not even  any asurance can cover their deaths.
So many cries nobody knows if they are of joy or sorrow,
but i know that most of them project a message of pain.

Learning to be a doctor with no degree only because their societies need to be saved.
Little boys carry heavy battle machinery and are forced into war without any military trianing.

Poor Africa you are projected as helpless,
but nothing is so rich as your soils and every other thing that crawls on you,
the preys and its preditors so firece and cunning clever than those  pets that trained at some fancy school.
Your landscapes so unique they all are amazing to glare at.
Nothing makes you Africa so beautiful
than the golden rays from the sun departing to its sleep.
Giving everyone that chance to grasp a smile.

Africa is rich not because of money, but beacause of the natural resources extracted from it.
Something i thought of writting with no intention, I hope it makes sense
Sarah MJA Ramos Nov 2014
To me you cut like
Maple leaves no shorter than a song.
This willowed turf may never be as bashful
once you've gone
perhaps
this is so beacause my heart regretfully
declared to you my adoration
marked with a hyperbole.

Forgive me what these lips will wrought
though now's no time for regret
my darling once this verse is over
you'll rue the day we met.
Brianna Oct 2013
Rows of daisies surround me as I lie in this grass dreaming of hollow bottles etched in gold--
I don't often dream of princesses and castle made of gold but when I do I go big--
You left me at the alter in a white dress holding flowers you hand picked the day before--
You told me beautiful lies about distant lands & we knew money could buy us just enough happiness--
I felt selfish and shallow, taking the money you handed to me like it was free candy it you insisted it was what I had to do--
And it's okay now since you left me beacause I'm finding a cure--
I've let my hair down and walked into the open fields that surround me letting the sun shine down on my face --
I made a crown of flowers as I took a deep breath & realized I wasn't meant for the royal life--
You left me at the alter in a white dress with cheap flowers you said you hand picked and I left you six feet beneath the ground in debt--
Trying something new let me know your thoughts I'm curious how to make this better :)
Elliott Jun 2017
"Hey, is that your boyfriend?"

"No."

"Who are you texting, I bet it's your boyfriend."

"No."

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No"

"Hey, take this guy's number. He's really hot, you should totally text him."

"NO"
"No"
"No"
"No" I don't have boyfriend. Beacause I have a girlfriend. I love a girl, and yet I change all the she's to he's so no one will ever see the real me. I change my lock screen and delete my texts, so no one can see the love I profess for the girl that I love it's time I confess.....but I can't.

I can't tell anyone the way I feel, i should tell everyone because my lies they steal,

All of our happiness and the love we provide, all because I keep my love for you inside.

Fact: To some people I only need to find the right man.

Fact: No man, could ever love me the way that you can.

I'm locked in this world, feeling like a liar, while people surround me I watch their actions transpire.

You know it's funny, in my own family, it's okay for a girl to be a *****, because it's only the gays we really deplore.

I've loved one woman all my life, but compared to my sister who's reached double digets, I'm the one who'll always be blamed by the bigots.

Maybe one day, it'll will be different.
And our lives will feel anew.

For now, to all the girls who love girls,
It's okay to be you.
Kelle Feb 2012
They say where ever your birthmark is located on your body
Is where you were stabbed, shot, hung or whatever other means
Of death are plausible in your past life.

I have come to the conclusion
That I am not human.
I do not have a birthmark anywhere on my body
A patch of pigmented skin different from the rest
This is both englightening and very very very dissapointing

This means there was never a low blow to my calf, a karate chop at my neck, a gunshot to my ankle
Nothing to symbolize that I once maybe had another life.

A life where I was the cracks in the sidwalk
or the wind gently stirring up chaos on days when I just **** felt like being noticed
or maybe i lived out my seven year old dreams of becoming the sixth member of the Spice Girls
or even an NSYNC groupie

I will never know.
I never emerged from my mothers womb
With a scar baring my worth

I was never blessed with a kiss from an angel
As other mothers told their children

I was never born with a birthmark,
and while this is perfectly natural.
I am very dissapointed, beacause maybe I was never given a chance.

Maybe I was crushed before I entered the world
A womb filled with disgust and hatred

Maybe I preferred to stay as the cracks in the concrete or the wind
Because I'd rather deal with the simple casualities of life rather than the mess humans tend to create

Maybe I was never given a second chance because
I never made something of myself here first.

Or just maybe there is a possiblity that I'm immortal
and if that's the case.
You are all invited to my 106th birthday party.
Alexis Carlston Jan 2014
Getting rid of my infectious thoughts that are spreading in my  direction.
Looking in the mirror that shows my reflection is what Im gonna do.
Im gonna live in my sleep where I know I am safe and i will lock away my dreams and secrets in safe with a combination so no thief can take them.
My dreams will no longer be dryed up and I will search for a meaning, my meaning.
Life will no longer be death but death will be life.
I will have no more thoughts of my life before and I will shun thoughts of my sins.
My insecurities and imperfections that hold me back will not anymore, they will not keep me strapped or trapped as I sit and crack.
No more being stuck in this web if love that has led and kept me in one place to long.
I am escaping from this prison I am in and never knowing how I got here I will never know.
I am asking for inception, a seed to be planted in to help me fight the demons of my pasr and validate this life I live today.
Im gonna jump out my window beacause the front door is locked with out a key and there I will establish me.
Broken crayons do colour
They might have snapped me on the inside
But my ends
My ends still colour
Yes I may not tell the story like others do
But my story still matters
My story is quite unique
But we are all still made of the same wax
Some of us just have a lot to lose
Our lights are not as bright as others
We walk half empty,half full
We faced battles much earlier
We are much hollow
But my ends still do colour
You see I might be able to be repaired on the inside but I still do colour
I colour much more carefully not trying to smudge the edges
I colour much harder than you do
But I still colour
Beacause my ends still colour
I might be snapped in the middle
But broken crayons still colour
I am not happy, I am not sad
I am somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Observe; don’t speak. “Children are seen not heard”.
Tis to why my thoughts speak louder than my words
Imagining a new reality in my head
beacause surely my real one is bitter, and dead.
I am not happy, I am not sad
I’m somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Salmane Driouch Jul 2014
Because is not an excuse
Because is an abuse
Is a pause
Is obvious
I have no other questions but to ask
Which one of you wears that mask?
Is it you or you?
Tell me some words, even just a few
Are you the one who’s cursed?
Or you the one to be true
Please tell me
And I won’t beg more
I am torn
Or as you see I am neither alive, nor
Dead
Your words to me are sore
Haven’t you acquired some lore?
Haven’t you opened your door?
I asked you four questions
Yet I need only one answer
Tell me
Is it you or you?
When they see me they change the view.
From beauty to rage my heart could go either way with this endless pain,

I create, I predict and visualize truth and history

When I paint thses pictures

When write those letters

Maybe then life will feel just a bit better without the flames of volcano time

I want perfect skies and beautiful dreams that'll make me cry inside for life, for love I want more memories to unfold and change into a fantasy of two

It gotta be real time and this

happiness outta come through in rebirth

In this , I still love you

From beauty to rage my heart could go either way with this endless pain,

It's not okay

I'm not okay

But still I strive for the gorly days

Without the love I can't repair without you

chaos ravings rage struggles within me

I can't manage

So don't reply

Because of beauty and rage
*

My heart isn't so easy to be loved.
John Jordan Jan 2013
you say I'm mister right
but I'm mister one night
then I really got to go
you say I'm a lover
but baby I'm a fighter
and I don't want my wounds to show
well I can't be who you want me to be
and it's driving me out of control
but I can't can't break free
beacause I'm a slave to thee
so I'm traveling the underground railroad

well I'm not your little puppet
and your not my puppeteer
I'm not some realization of your imagination
this has got to end right here...

you say I'm prince charming
and my looks are disarming
and you wouldn't change a thing
you said you'd love me
unconditionally
but there's conditions on everything
well I can't stand your double standards
your passive aggression,
how you sweetly slander
my good name... drives me insane
you had my heart but it was all in vain

well I'm not your little puppet
and your not my puppeteer
I'm not some realization of your imagination
this has got to end right here...
Noah Jun 2019
Is it just time for vacation? Beacause everyone I seem to know is leaving.
They don't say goodbye. I wonder where they go. They bring there suitcases  full of our memeories.It must be a beautiful place. Away from me. Must be why they never come back.
Francisco DH Nov 2012
Strip away this smile
and you will see a frown so harsh
Strip away my words
and you will find I rather be mute anyway
Strip me from my feelings
I will thank you cause I don't like them
Strip them one by one

Strip me from the food i eat
and you will see that I force myself at times
Strip me from my mind
And you will see that I struggle to tame it
Strip away all of me
And I will be in your debt
For being me is never easy

I want my words to be stripped
beacause they hurt more than cure
I want my smile to be stripped
For it is false like my feelings most of the time

Just strip me till i am bare
Strip me till I'm nothing
You would be doing the world a favor
Sum It May 2014
I have some secret feelings
Which only I can feel
Which only I have known
And no matter how much something
relates, they won't ever be same
But I cannot write saddest lines like Neruda
nor can I get drunk like Bukowski
with these feelings of mine
They know no words
But they are master of silent dark tortures
Which only I know
When the night engulfs me whole
I shine with inhibitions
They dance over my skins like cataract
And I drown with condemn for myself
I get burnt under water and buried above clouds
And only I can feel it
No matter how deep I hide, these will never leave me
And I know this because I have tried
I sit beside window
My secret feeling glancing at me from moon
from stars, from clouds
and bullies me sometimes with gush of wind, sound of dogs
and engines tht rolls
late at night
The building with a light turned on
in one of the rooms
puppets my feelings with shadows
There lies two beings biting hard at my wounds
And I just sit at my window feeding them
With smokes of metaphors and alcohol of rhymes
Beacause only I can save me
which I fail everytime.
or only she can save me
And I am sure to die of this.
jeremy wyatt Jan 2011
Ozzy Oz is the Wizard if Oz,
a wee girl told me beacause because!
Over the rainbow and Toe-Toe too!
And the Tinny man wants to play with you.
When you're 2 it's so much fun,
watch it ten times, never be done.
Poor old Mum, poor old Dad,
at least when it's on She will never be sad!
Xion Oct 2018
You can do better
You're so absolutely perfect
In so many **** ways
That I don't think I'll ever be able
To stand next to you proudly
And say with a straight face
That I've done everything I can
To earn my place by your side

You can do better
All the sweet things you do
Makes me feel almost as if
I'll never have enough words
To express how much you mean to me
Regardless of how hard I try
Beacause what you need are actions
That right now I'm unable to provide

You can do better
Because when you're breaking down
And you need someone to support you
And all I can do is offer the same words
Because of this stupid ******* distance
Keeping you out of my arms
And the silence screams and tells me I don't deserve you
I just agree

You can do so much better
I can't
MicheleStreet Sep 2012
The wine and Smoke float with perfect balance, Numbing my mind and heart.
JUST KEEP BREATHING... Let it overtake me, far away to a new start or an old. I imagine I'm happy (Shiny pink lip stick makes you seem to be)
JUST KEEP LOOKING PRETTY... I feel like a useless prize! Kept by my master. Smiling, kisssing ***, Keeping His dream alive! When the wine and smoke float in perfect balance, I PRETEND I'M ALIVE!
I am the sexiest in the room. You know it's true. Not beacause it is but because I feel it, I own it and It's not you. My mind is my power, eyes are the weapoon. **** INNOCENCE! You could take notes or search within, everone has it, QUIET CONFIDENCE! Not as hard as it seems. I'M LEARNING TO STROKE MY OWN EGO! Don't really need you!
Is it so bad to want for yourself and hope for another?
THEY HATE WHEN YOU'RE HAPPY! How does one fill their time? Superficial smiles, 'How do you do's" But no one cares how you do. They revel in the sound of their OWN voice. Does the truth really hurt more than years of more mistakes?
JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, OPINIONS TO YOURSELF! How dare you forget for one moment that EGO RULES THE WORLD! So, beat around the bush, grin, nod and regergitate what they want to hear because that's what they like!
Stay in the cushioned cage of your limited mind... I'LL JUST ******' FORGET YOU! Isn't that easier than the truth that I know?!
Because when the wine and smoke float in perfect balance YOU DON'T ******* EXSIST!
Dear LORD keep me STRONG; Temptation for the dramatic endlessly teases the mind...........
Shadowhollow Mar 2017
I found it
All the courage I needed
I realise now
That I may be broken
And that may be Beacause of you
But atleast I can heal
What about you ?
Do you really think you can ?
Cause I realise now
I have a heart that can heal
But you
You have no heart to heal
All you do is take others
And put them in your jar of hearts
But mine?
You'll never have mine
Not in your jar of hearts
Never again
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
In the presence of any hearing ear or seeing eye,
the oldest man in the room stood and said,

I suggest a motion be made that:
This proven means of reaching a realizable samesame state
of peace and freedom, 'mongst beings of all
breeds tested as sapient and unem us augmentedus,

be administered free at any seven one eighty Fibbo equipped
joy ride facility.

The Motion:
All peace negotiations,
all settling negotiations
on earth,
must now be preceded by
a ranked pairing of the parties,
{what if wit life partners, so we have a four wide}

Yeah, pairs of plus ones, two by two

most worthy of admiration and respect and trust
ranked order,

let the first rank step into the car. wait for the message.
YOUR BODY IS LOCKED IN< YOU CANNOT DIE ON THIS RIDE

each rank takes its place, reads and and agreed terms of unbelief release.
combine con questseers haulin
ah questions mistook
for quests... happens, but

that ranked the riders? the waring bros. us the unem
of four are in car one,
Aha, the roller coaster Poke'mon, as Grandpa

suggested, in the entrancment lesson, did you hear that story?g
This is no linked, but generally,

breadcrumb... weak link back... but later

this is the chunk chunk chunk cogged rotation
of gears in gears meshing

chunk, chunk, chunk to the peak the initial
wave on the Fibbonaci ***** with
one eighty per twist time s

seven,
we endure... ah it is not we riding, ha, I for got
virtual reality, by god, i'd say
pretty good, too.

and we, no, they are upside down, which was the intention,
the whole party of peace negotiators

realize
the terms of agreement
and the benefit of proper ranking
{discounting **** in a coriolis sorta swirl, that shall hap, watch}

Before the pen and ink and all our augmented eyes everseeing witness
war is stupid and too costly at this phase to waste any more unexamind lives on,

beacause we can. We agree, we. the people, peacemakers are

and peacekeepers be... we,

the controllers of every mob on earth, we bodies of words in minds.
War now is as useless as smallpox and polio in bubbles
of babies
where peacemaking is set to kick in after terrible twos,
epigenetically, but  set with the polio vaccine, prenatal-mods hapt in the moms with
the Mario plumbing level.

We are getting better results. At five they are inquisitive,
and comprehend portals need means of access
which must be learned while find ing
messages with
synchronus meaning.

Now, then, that means
something real but we don't know what, yet, grandpa, don't

--soto voce', {golf-whisper}
the key to this portal,
long still being a true let be-er,

but meaning is imagined in the games,
my seven grand children all were born after 3g.
these fresh augmented us, mentally, more than we could think or ask.
They find meaning faster than
we found it in **** and Jane, and The Little Red Hen

The future is bright. Not a big bang. Not even a pop. A sigh,
of satisfaction. Believe it or die, eventually, wishing you had examined
life more close-up, earlier.

Fret not. Later is as real as you can realize. Watch and see.
History is so much more enlightening now. Think how Ben Franklin would have seen our gloabl brain's access to accrued wisdom in old age.
TyRon Straughter Oct 2010
I go to her because she worth my quality time. And she got a dominate mind. And she's obviously fine with such a positive vibe.
And if I have her then I ain't gonna try alone cuz I don't wanna live alone and I don't wanna die alone and she kno if I'm around then she won't have to cry alone. And I kno it's my pride that won't let me love, buy when I think of love you who I'm thinkin of!
And she the type of girl that let me know she want it. So when I get it best believe she let me kno that I own it
No practice just action. Now she relaxin beacause she reached her peak of satisfaction.
She's such a beauty a cutie, flawless it's like she does it by accident. Her aura so warm and calming, she love like a pro it's like she practice it.
I can't deny her and when I try her I kno she will by the best I ever had
She knows my aggravations so she calms my anger when around her I'm never mad. Or sad just happy, elated no frowns just smiles and laughs.
And tho she can't delete my memoriesahe eases the pains from my past
Because I kno that no one is born complete I just hope she's my other half!!
So i'll buy a tuxedo all black and a dress all white
So whenever I find her ima make her my wife
TERRY REEVES Apr 2016
Phaedrus was always there: before and after
In this life and the next there was always laughter
which one was wearing the white robe, it didn't matter
when they came, the crowd would always scatter

'Ah, Phaedrus, my old friend - would you wish to be me?'
'No, master - how could I emulate you and the things you do?'
'But you are a philosopher who travels between civilizations -
I would wish to learn from your soul and inclinations.'

'I learn from the Son of God always - your spirit guides
and nothing hides, even the very core of existence rides
on what you have to say and even what you don't say
beacause you are always with me to this very day.'

'Ah Phaedrus, we shall always meet - see the holes in my feet
and hands, remember them, in deserts and distant lands.'
Nova Jan 2016
You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky
No seeds
Stems bend not break
Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate
Roll
Burn
Puff
Laugh
THC makes me lazy
Left sober with nothing to eat

Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten
A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed
Lips sticky
A flying saucer lands on carpet
Ants investigate because I am lazy
Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken
Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs
So often I catch an elevator

Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator
Food for thought is french rolled not eaten
Worries drowned out from laughter
Now no situation seems too sticky
Ambition for new ideas can't be broken
At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness

Nothing good ever comes to the lazy
Full potential could never elevate
Bad habits leave you broke
If you don't work you don't eat
Situations become sticky
When it's  back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter

Only to keep from crying do I laugh
No longer high I mope around lazily
Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky
No alternatives for an out of order elevator
Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat
I am broke

But my spirits never broken
Sadly I watch other people laugh
Watch other people eat
Who's is really to blame for being lazy?
Stairwells are alternatives for elevators
There's nothing like being high on life
Less sticky
Katt Nov 2015
Just think of it this way,
You are stronger now
Beacause of what they did
That made you fall too hard.

~Katt
Shannon Hardy Dec 2010
Serenity
I'm there
I feel safe
I am safe
It's all in my head
I think you've forgotten who I am
Your too conceited to give a ****
All you can think about is how much you rubbed off on me
I drive like a crazy person
Play video games
Read comics
Listen to our music
Watch our shows
Alone
You think I'm trying to impress you
Is it working?
I think you've forgotten who I was
Do you remember?
I do
Because I'm still her
Yeah, so there's a few modifications
My hair is shorter (You told me you liked short hair-- I cut it for you ****)
I'm thinner (I know it drives you crazy how good I look)
I believe in God (Don't ever take credit for that)
I've got new friends (they like me better than you)
Oh I'm sorry
Am I hurting your feelings?
Try being in love with someone who doesn't love you back anymore
Who avoids you
And treats you like *******
You once said that you "want to spend the rest of your life uplifting others"
You can't be selective
I was once all you thought about
You used to think I was beautiful
Will you do me a favor?
Look at me
Spend a day with me
What?
Are you afraid?
Yes
Yes, you are
Why?
Beacause you'll fall in love all over again
What?
You never fell out of love?
Then why did you tell me that you did?
I must put you to bed
Serenity
I am safe
Natasha Smith Jun 2013
Mom I hate you
This is not something new
You won't hear what I have to say
Beacause it was you who made me this way

I hope you rot in the dark bowels of hell
And you start to cry blood like your under my spell
For everything you have done to me
I will always ignore your sorrowful pleas

My words I write are like a constant knife shower
I just want you to know now I have the power

To let you know I can hold myself up
And that you are no longer my crutch

I can be my own mountain standing strong and tall
I don't need you at all I will no longer fall

Yes you need to be the suffering one
I'm finished with you yes ha ha I won

By Natasha Smith
junebabe Jul 2013
have you ever
listened to quiet music
and
with your cold hands,
touch your warm belly a night
in the
perfect lighting
and see where your finger makes
this little trace of a shadow
whenever you press down into your skin
to see these baby goosebumps arise
and then
drop back down into your skin again
beacause honestly, its one of the most beautiful thing i have ever seen
Rhiannon Nov 2018
It feels like a dream
Lost in time
Lost in essence
Only to be awoken
By a deep depression

It feels like a motion
Passing through
Drifting slowly
Only to be halted
By a corrupt seizure

It feels like the unknown
Something untouched
With an obscene flavour
Only to be savoured
By an irresistible promise

It feels like a dream
Beacause I'm not awake
I never was
It feels like a dream
Because it is
Emma Jun 2016
I was hiding behind my sunglasses
On the pier that day as chatter filled the air
I saw smiles in the bustling crowds of a species I hated
There were stares from every side
As people spoke behind my back
I couldn't breath, they had cornered me

Tears ran down eyes where no one could see
Blood ran down my throat from bitten lips
And did you know I was too afraid to hug Nan?
Beacause I was afraid of what people would think
I was afraid of how I looked
And I think every day of how I'll never see her again
And how that was the worst thing
I've ever done
wendy maqwazima Mar 2016
Lifes too short to be diagnosed with cancer or any illness for all i care!

Poor woman end up having one breast because of the cold 'breast cancer'
Some end up being brain damaged because
They couldnt fight the 'brain cancer'
young woman lose their ability to give birth because the 'womb cancer' had their wombs removed!

20 years ago i had a mother,now im
left to reintroduse myself to a stranger,
beacause the BAD 'brain cancer' ****** every memory she could ever remember out of her brain.She tried to fight it but it was stronger than doctor Elison's medical degree...

Prayers became more and more pointless...Youd swear it had the eyes and ears to hear our cries and see our pain because it just kept ******* the life out of her!

from being a strong woman,to being a lifeless and weak victim of cancer...I hate you cancer For you have left me feeling sorry for myself And "soon to be motherless!"

I bow down to You!
you are indeed greater than the elephant's strength.
You are a true dEfinition of a slow painful death,a murderer.
Like a poison you dont leave one with much of choices!
johnangelo Nov 2015
Your love once I felt is the love I won't forget
The little jealousy that you had
The face you look at me when I talk to someone
The hints that you gave to me that we had a chance
But It was skinny love
The love were to shy to admit
Im inlove with you for the first time in my only life and Im terrified without any
reason
It's my fault to make you go away without doing anything
and Im terrified that I might do it again
But this time I meant it
The unexpressed feelings never change
beacause I know were the same  
But these things are tempting me to tell you my feelings
You still give me hints but once I get there
I want to tell you Im ready to love you again but terrified to lose you all over again
The more you hide you feelings the more your heart suffer
In the mean time
while it's raining in my head
I will blanket the only stars that lit in your sleep at night
beacause in my nights were restless in all my troubled worries of your burning sun
In the mean time
I will hide what I could not hold back from you all these times
... love
Where I can bring my worth up to strangrh
turn the pages and scibble about some kind of "grattitude" and other beautiful things that I can find
other than scribbling about heart aches and heart breaks of you
In the mean time
I will keep on going on with a weary head dugg down in the gutter somewhere wishing you can suffer all emotions suffered and transffer them unto you
In the meant time I will do the ******* do's and throw away the do nots so I may be at peace with myself
In the mean time when you search for me again like you normal had done before my gesture will change about you in that time
In the meant time I will hate in order to love again
but not for you
In the mean time men will swander compliment of taste of me while I suffer loyalty of mind, body, thought, and heart of you
In the mean time I will dissapoint God by doing my own will as to drowning in strong drink just to have the strength to finally drop you
In the mean time I will confide in air and space to cry and ache and toss and turn to cure this desease
which is you
In the mean time I will learn to forgive how you laughed at me because "I ain't ****" and for threatning to get another ***** at me.. what?!! just for ******* loving you?
so in the meant time...
in the mean time
I pray that God will help me through this burn
because I am so tired
of loving you.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Andy Felix May 2018
You're just a **** and should be left alone
Its what you want anyways, people dont like your tone
Always on guard ready for a fight
Even when theres no need, your always right
You big *******, saying you wont answer stupid questions
When the answers are obvious thatll teach them a lesson
You have reasons you're so snappy
It makes people cry, nobodys happy
And when that happens you turn to stone
Cant deal with emotions leave them alone
Beacause people **** you off, or you're just a ****
Its your fault relationships never worked
You think you know whats best
But people never listen so save your breath
Push everyone away so they cant ask for ****
Afterall you give what you get
I wrote this about myself sarcastically. Its someone I dont want to be.
Lennon Cullen Jun 2014
Two egg heads standing on a street.
But they werent really standing beacause they hadnt any feet.
They went home to get a pair of legs.
But no matter how much they tried they couldnt find their pegs.
At last after an hour they finaly found their pegs.
They ran around to the park and had a one minute dance.
But then they had to go home because it started to get dark
They got home but they fell of their pegs!
They  looked in the whole house and finaly found their egg pegs.
Susanne Nov 2011
How masochistic
To love someone
Who wont have you

It will never be
Not beacause we want different things
Not because you wont have it or I wont have it
It wont be
Because it just wont be

So do I sit and wait for something else?
Or do I focus on other things
Hoping that it’ll happen on its own?

But then
What if by focusing on other things,
I inadvertedly deprive myself of
having that one thing I’ve always wanted?

This thing I want
It cannot be
If just by the fact
That I want it
Someone else has to want it too
It’s a team effort

And maybe, because of this
Im better off doing things
Alone.
Maybe because of this
There is an I in team
There is a me
But there is no we
No us
No them
Just me

Maybe we do choose
Our own destiny
Maybe
We choose without intention
Maybe our destiny
Who and what will be
We choose not by choosing what we want
But by choosing our only option

And maybe our only option is to settle
Settle for the next best thing
Well why's it so wrong to expect the best
Save for being let down
Maybe all I have is the expectation for the best
Maybe the best can’t happen because I expect it

Maybe what the team needs is to stop expecting to win
And at the end of the game
The team looks at the me, the we, the us, the them

And realizes
Just Me May 2016
I'm not well...

I know this.

I took these meds because I want to be better for them.

But I'm so ******* up that my pain lingers and clings on to thier lives.

I'm broken and I know its my past that pushed me into this life.

I took these meds daily in attempt to be less miserable for them.

Because my illness is not contagious, but taintable.

I want everyone to be free from what I feel.

I care so much about how they feel.

But these meds make me fat, and the bipolar in me can't a hundred percent be held back...

I inconvenience everyone with my sorrow and rage when I peek into thier world.

It makes me feel guilty and worthless.

I want to be what they want, to smile and laugh everyday.

Or just loose my mind and not care about anything.

Being social and anyone but me is what I'm supposed to be, but Im cursed with my life in my bedroom and failing my family.

I don't write to get anyone to understand.

I think I write this because, it's all that I am.

I'm sorry for the people who read these words and can relate...

Because your either stuck like me or have actually found your way.

I'm still gone as I breath and sit, and I hate myself beacause of the space I waste.

Just today I flushed my meds away.

Nobody should care, because I've never gotten better.

I've never been well enough for them.

Maybe I'll shed some pounds, but who cares because I'll be in my bed.

Maybe the difference in me med free will help someone see.

Even if it's just me.
Sometimes I wish that I was brave enough to free everyone from me. In this world people don't want to feel alone. But feeling these tears run down my cheek.... I don't wish this on anyone. I'm so pathetic. This write is so fresh I'm sure it full of emotional errors...but it's real

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