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"dissapeared" poems
i want to perform. in front of hundreds. yes. but its not like **** as people watch on www.pleasewatch.com something more ritualistic MORE primal like a divine act. feminine and masculine integrating with an honest envelope. sign sealed delivered by the ultimate act of universe. it is soulful with lust but pure as a dust. lust for the very first time. you are tasting it for the first time and you realize that you have a magnificent power that never stops to rhyme. that you can keep on and on. then all of sudden it will be like nobody is there. the audience dissapeared. and there you go. we are adam and eve. there for the first time. there goes the prakriti and purusha like rebellion to the addicted and hedonist world of amnesia.
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
MY FIRST fictional ****** STORY
I loved you and you loved me. But our love turned toxic and dissapeared. It did hurt at first but I am over it now. And I don't grieve the lost of our love no more. Cause beauty can grow from pain. And after destruction there is place and time to create. What is broken can be fixed again. But only when it is worth the time and effort. When not, we still have the memories to build on. And beauty can grow from pain. After the fall we can rise again. Stronger and wiser than we were before. And that is why I don't grieve what we once had. It is dead now and made place for new life. More beautiful and than what was before. This is why I don't grieve us falling out of love no more.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Why I don't grieve us falling out of love.
i saw a little weasel a lovely chap was he playing in my garden by the willow tree he was very cute as happy as can be running round the garden so very wild and free i watched in him for a while having lots of fun running round my garden underneath the sun then he dissapeared into his hole so deep then he closed his eyes then fell fast asleep
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
weasel in my garden
the truth about happiness is that is never lasts not really happiness is fleeting like a balloon after you’ve filled it up to fly tied it and all but the tie was loose and so eventually it would fall the oxygen escapes the balloon like happiness escapes us little by little we become the least bit unhappier when i fell in love with him it was as if i received a balloon for a very first time how happy he made me gave me a high like no other but again the tie was loose our happiness wouldn’t last forever soon there was a day where the euphoria wore off the balloon left for the skies and he followed so i was left to drown in my own sadness in the ocean of my doubt happiness is fleeting quick taken for granted it feels like a once-in-a-lifetime thing and you just missed it but life waits for no one so i kept walking and there, i found you and my dear, i would find out that you made the world a little less bleak gave me a little hope made me a little happy when i did not think i could feel happiness again. there were still days where i fell back into the darkness and my happiness dissapeared but you stayed and each time you taught me a new form of “happy” and you told me that to be really truly happy more than loving you i needed to love me for if one day you could not walk the same path as i then my smile would not wither like the flowers you gave me or die out like the love i gave in return — and they did so the truth about happiness i was right the first time it doesn’t last not really not with someone else the only way to achieve “eternal happiness” is to find that happiness within yourself
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
the truth about happiness
the truth about happiness is that is never lasts not really happiness is fleeting like a balloon after you’ve filled it up to fly tied it and all but the tie was loose and so eventually it would fall the oxygen escapes the balloon like happiness escapes us little by little we become the least bit unhappier when i fell in love with him it was as if i received a balloon for a very first time how happy he made me gave me a high like no other but again the tie was loose our happiness wouldn’t last forever soon there was a day where the euphoria wore off the balloon left for the skies and he followed so i was left to drown in my own sadness in the ocean of my doubt happiness is fleeting quick taken for granted it feels like a once-in-a-lifetime thing and you just missed it but life waits for no one so i kept walking and there, i found you and my dear, i would find out that you made the world a little less bleak gave me a little hope made me a little happy when i did not think i could feel happiness again. there were still days where i fell back into the darkness and my happiness dissapeared but you stayed and each time you taught me a new form of “happy” and you told me that to be really truly happy more than loving you i needed to love me for if one day you could not walk the same path as i then my smile would not wither like the flowers you gave me or die out like the love i gave in return — and they did so the truth about happiness i was right the first time it doesn’t last not really not with someone else the only way to achieve “eternal happiness” is to find that happiness within yourself
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¨oh cinderella¨ the prince called out cinderellas name lovingly filling her heart with fear. his call used to make her feel safe and secure. ¨what a fool i was¨she thought. ¨now im going to die hereº ¨hello my dear¨ the prince sadisticly smiled. ¨hello.¨cinderella rolled her blue eyes coldly. ¨why the aditude cinderella? you know i don't like that. we're not going to get anywhere if you keep pushing me away like this. ¨ the prince raised his eyebrows sympathetically. cinderella shook her head in aggravation ¨dont you get it? i dont want to get anywhere with you. you are everything i hate about this god forsaken world.¨ the prince chuckled ¨it's so adorable when you try to act like you're smar cinderella. do you even know what the word godforsaken means??? he laughed. ¨your lack of wit is so very comical¨ he smiled as he began to walk away. ¨where are you going¨ cinderella called out. ¨into town. now dont you go anywhere.¨ he laughed. ¨i have to find a doctor who will come to the palace re–break your arm and put it in a cast for me.¨ ¨break my arm?¨ cinderella jumped. ¨yes my dear it's not going to heal correctly that way now is it? see how difficult you make things cinderella? if you would have just stayed instead of trying to leave me with a broken heart then i wouldn't have had to break your arm and we wouldnt be in this situation. why? why cant you just let me love you?¨ the prince looked at cinderella sympathetocly as he turned away and slowly dissapeared into the darkness of the dungeon. cinderella wept uncontrolably.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
cinderella ♡♥♡
¨oh cinderella¨ the prince called out cinderellas name lovingly filling her heart with fear. his call used to make her feel safe and secure. ¨what a fool i was¨she thought. ¨now im going to die hereº ¨hello my dear¨ the prince sadisticly smiled. ¨hello.¨cinderella rolled her blue eyes coldly. ¨why the aditude cinderella? you know i don't like that. we're not going to get anywhere if you keep pushing me away like this. ¨ the prince raised his eyebrows sympathetically. cinderella shook her head in aggravation ¨dont you get it? i dont want to get anywhere with you. you are everything i hate about this god forsaken world.¨ the prince chuckled ¨it's so adorable when you try to act like you're smar cinderella. do you even know what the word godforsaken means??? he laughed. ¨your lack of wit is so very comical¨ he smiled as he began to walk away. ¨where are you going¨ cinderella called out. ¨into town. now dont you go anywhere.¨ he laughed. ¨i have to find a doctor who will come to the palace re–break your arm and put it in a cast for me.¨ ¨break my arm?¨ cinderella jumped. ¨yes my dear it's not going to heal correctly that way now is it? see how difficult you make things cinderella? if you would have just stayed instead of trying to leave me with a broken heart then i wouldn't have had to break your arm and we wouldnt be in this situation. why? why cant you just let me love you?¨ the prince looked at cinderella sympathetocly as he turned away and slowly dissapeared into the darkness of the dungeon. cinderella wept uncontrolably.
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im a lonesome trucker down and feeling blue my baby she has left me for somebody new driving down the road with teardrops in my eyes with my trucking blues and a heart thats full of sighs radio is playing the songs we listened to my sunshine dissapeared from the skies of blue thinking of the things that we used to do even in my truck i cant drive away from you ive got the trucking blues since i dont have you im a lonesome man dont know what to do with my broken heart i try to carry on got the trucking blues now  my love has gone when i hear a love song on the radio my eyes begin to water then the teardrops flow i still love you so  theres nothing i can do here inside my heart theres still a flame for you ive got the trucking blues since i dont have you im a lonesome man dont know what to do with my broken heart i try to carry on got the trucking blues now  my love has gone
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
trucking blues
Dearest John, Whats the point of writing something to you that you will probably never read. if writing nothing to you is the only something I can write?. Whats the point of writing nothing to you if I cant write something to you that's really nothing to you?. Whats the point?. A nightingale singing in the the Lilac bush in my backyard? Is that the point?. saying hear me sing just for you--listener!. A luscious Blackberry swollen with its lifes nectar, dangling insouciantly, singing its song silently-- pick me--crush me in your mouth-- wash your tongue with my sweetness. Is that the point?. A Selmer hand made Alto Clarinet on its stand- daring me to play the melody of the Isness of the Universe just for you? Is that the point?. swooping keening hawk like notes flowing from my very beingness. An empty canvas waiting patiently for medium to be applied. The Chaos of my emptiness crying out to be stirred into the action of your Form. Is that the point?. Or just to say for your ears alone--I Love You!. An unfilled pan needing filling with hen ***** and milk and salt and pepper-- and then flamed into the tasty miracle of scrumbled eggs. Yummy yummy yummy Ive got food in my tummy and everything is gonna be alright. If I tried to write my life down for you would you come to my waiting arms? Would you end this cruel silence? Would you commit a line of meaningful prose to your keyboard just to tell me you love me? But your gone to heaven knows where? Memphis?. Dissapeared into the maw of electronic death. Leaving me bereft of your yourness. No access to your body fluids. No more your flesh to caress. As if I could penetrate the skin of your aloneness and merge into the Isness that keeps molecules of your georgeous beingness together. Walking talking laughing the symphony of life together. Would you listen if I spoke truthfully to you or would you prefer one of the many "truths" of your multiple "religions" or "politics" or "philosophies"?. But as I can only speak truthfully then I guess youll hear but not listen. Wasting your opportunities at Isness realisation as you have done since I,as the Isness of the Universe, brought into being voidness from my own essence with time and materiality--hearing but not listening to the Brownian arpeggios of the rising and falling scales of the music of the spheres. I play my horn of blackwood to the empty rooms of my universe-- accompanied by the booming bass of harmony-- Amazing Grease. India the Corrupted. Moanin and Groanin. Warm as Luke. A Chicken Supreme. Satis-Faction. God Rest Ye Gerry Mandlebaum. The Universe listens. Everyone else hears. I speak. your ears are closed. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
I couldnt write anything to the Isness of the Universe but this
Dearest John, Whats the point of writing something to you that you will probably never read. if writing nothing to you is the only something I can write?. Whats the point of writing nothing to you if I cant write something to you that's really nothing to you?. Whats the point?. A nightingale singing in the the Lilac bush in my backyard? Is that the point?. saying hear me sing just for you--listener!. A luscious Blackberry swollen with its lifes nectar, dangling insouciantly, singing its song silently-- pick me--crush me in your mouth-- wash your tongue with my sweetness. Is that the point?. A Selmer hand made Alto Clarinet on its stand- daring me to play the melody of the Isness of the Universe just for you? Is that the point?. swooping keening hawk like notes flowing from my very beingness. An empty canvas waiting patiently for medium to be applied. The Chaos of my emptiness crying out to be stirred into the action of your Form. Is that the point?. Or just to say for your ears alone--I Love You!. An unfilled pan needing filling with hen ***** and milk and salt and pepper-- and then flamed into the tasty miracle of scrumbled eggs. Yummy yummy yummy Ive got food in my tummy and everything is gonna be alright. If I tried to write my life down for you would you come to my waiting arms? Would you end this cruel silence? Would you commit a line of meaningful prose to your keyboard just to tell me you love me? But your gone to heaven knows where? Memphis?. Dissapeared into the maw of electronic death. Leaving me bereft of your yourness. No access to your body fluids. No more your flesh to caress. As if I could penetrate the skin of your aloneness and merge into the Isness that keeps molecules of your georgeous beingness together. Walking talking laughing the symphony of life together. Would you listen if I spoke truthfully to you or would you prefer one of the many "truths" of your multiple "religions" or "politics" or "philosophies"?. But as I can only speak truthfully then I guess youll hear but not listen. Wasting your opportunities at Isness realisation as you have done since I,as the Isness of the Universe, brought into being voidness from my own essence with time and materiality--hearing but not listening to the Brownian arpeggios of the rising and falling scales of the music of the spheres. I play my horn of blackwood to the empty rooms of my universe-- accompanied by the booming bass of harmony-- Amazing Grease. India the Corrupted. Moanin and Groanin. Warm as Luke. A Chicken Supreme. Satis-Faction. God Rest Ye Gerry Mandlebaum. The Universe listens. Everyone else hears. I speak. your ears are closed. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
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We used to laugh the whole time I was your friend and you were mine But slowly the laughs dissapeared Untill they no longer appeared We went in different directions Found a new place and made new connections And though I miss you all the time I'm fine as long as you still smile.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Grew apart...
i went on a holiday i saw a great big whale with a great big mouth and a great big tale swimming in the water as big as big can be splashing up and down in the big blue see spouting out some water high in to the air swimming very freely he didnt have a care then he dissapeared and went out of view underneath the water in to the sea of blue
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Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
whale tale
*Deep within me I had a song. But one morning i wake up, and the words are no longer the same The rhythm has dissapeared and it makes no sense no more. In my tiny hands I carried a *** Inside it Sweet fragrances of promises,hope was overflowing from the mouth of the *** But this afternoon, despite all my strength to hold it tight, it slipped....and fell...Then it broke. In my eyes, I had a mirror, in it I saw a beautiful reflection.. I saw nothing but flawless skin, a glowing image, a smile that shone so bright But this evening, I look back to same mirror and all i see is shuttered soul. Broken pieces, all on the floor patches of the once shimmering beauty, distorted. I had a soul a beautiful attracting soul. See I believed in the blue skies But tonight, am sleeping under Grey Dark haunting clouds.* My Heart is shuttered. ©TheUnspoken
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Broken MasterPiece...
I can see clearly now The rain is gone I can see all abstaces in my way Gone are the dark clouds That had me blind It's gonna be a bright I think I can make it now The pain is gone All the bad fellings have dissapeared Here's the raimbow I've been prayin' for Look all around, There's nothing but blue skies Look staights ahead, Nothing but blue skies
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
I Can See Clearly Now
lifeguards, free life vests, at least 15 lifeguards, always holding red flotation devices always on the watch, telling little children to get out of the deep end to give a rest break, a child looked faint, one guard approached, nothing forever on the watch, no one gets hurt, required swim breaks, guarding, guarding, keeping everyone so safe I wondered how anyone could even cough water down the wrong pipe here in this fully, totally, completely covered and safe lake and beach waiting for an outdoor rinse, the screams of terror of a small child and tears and then whack, whack, whack, and the crying increased and it took me awhile to adjust, to reframe, that this, a deliberate endangerment, an infliction of pain, could happen here, in a place so absolutely and intensely safe but there is was again, the sound of striking and crying and harsh words in Spanish and I gazed at the lifguards wetting down the sand where they had to walk to cool it a lifeguard with that perfect surfer boy look, like the ones I grew up with but again, the striking sound, in the relative darkness of the men's room and a man followed by a tearful toddler emerged the man looked like he's just performed a self satisfying act and the boy followed him like a dog and I realize that we as children are dogs, little animals who are abused and follow our attackers home and live with them in order to survive the man carried no obvious weapon, but I knew what he'd done to be that two year old child, unable to soothe oneself, in a dark, strange room with a man towering over him, inflicting pain for some trifle I wondered what to do, but they walked by and dissapeared into the crowds of picnics and music and the safe beach, with the lifeguards standing, always holding their red flotation devices, all eyes staring at the water, the beach it now did not look so safe at all
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
small terror at the lake
lifeguards, free life vests, at least 15 lifeguards, always holding red flotation devices always on the watch, telling little children to get out of the deep end to give a rest break, a child looked faint, one guard approached, nothing forever on the watch, no one gets hurt, required swim breaks, guarding, guarding, keeping everyone so safe I wondered how anyone could even cough water down the wrong pipe here in this fully, totally, completely covered and safe lake and beach waiting for an outdoor rinse, the screams of terror of a small child and tears and then whack, whack, whack, and the crying increased and it took me awhile to adjust, to reframe, that this, a deliberate endangerment, an infliction of pain, could happen here, in a place so absolutely and intensely safe but there is was again, the sound of striking and crying and harsh words in Spanish and I gazed at the lifguards wetting down the sand where they had to walk to cool it a lifeguard with that perfect surfer boy look, like the ones I grew up with but again, the striking sound, in the relative darkness of the men's room and a man followed by a tearful toddler emerged the man looked like he's just performed a self satisfying act and the boy followed him like a dog and I realize that we as children are dogs, little animals who are abused and follow our attackers home and live with them in order to survive the man carried no obvious weapon, but I knew what he'd done to be that two year old child, unable to soothe oneself, in a dark, strange room with a man towering over him, inflicting pain for some trifle I wondered what to do, but they walked by and dissapeared into the crowds of picnics and music and the safe beach, with the lifeguards standing, always holding their red flotation devices, all eyes staring at the water, the beach it now did not look so safe at all
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grandad had false teeth they kept falling out they were far to big of that i have no doubt. oneday he went fishing he began to sneeze and his teeth fell out and came out with such ease. he put on his glasses and had a search around he couldnt find his teeth they where no where to be found. then he saw a fish who had a great big grin he had found his teeth and he had put them in. grandad found it funny to see a fish with teeth then it dissapeared somewhere underneath. grandad he went home to the dentist he did go now his teeth fit properly and there as white as snow.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
grandads teeth
(Mina) I looked up at the sky dear god you listening? I wonder how you let us sin as if you just don't see a thing ( Brandon) ( God) I heareth thee mine child For tis man hath his free will Yet man hath forgotten me Dilutes me by drink and by pills (Mina) why did you give man the right to do all these inhumane acts forget you as simple as this and get obsessed with his own tasks. ( Brandon) (God) I loveth man He hath his own will to chooseth, Simply one choice Me or the devil their soul giveth!!! Thou must remember mine daughter For man the devil doth temp, Man chooseth to sell his own soul As to Satan man to him is for rent!!! ( Mina) you are the creator of man and you gave him the free will while you could take it all away ask him to pray for you still instead you gave him a second choice by which he could've gone amiss devil never seemed to be trustful could mislead you simple as a kiss... (Brandon) (God) Tis right mine offspring I'm the creator of all The devil didst betray me As his cherubs didst fall And though this world mayeth be dark And hellish after all I am the light Between hellion Shaw!!!
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
السؤال الى الله ( Question's to god) arabic tongue ( this is a repost of a poem me and a poet who left h.p made) her name is mina, she was a younger arabic girl who was a talented poet, though she just dissapeared from h.p sadly. A wonderful duo by us...
I am not pretty I am not ugly I am not fat nor am I skinny I'm not living but I'm not dead I am sleepin but even when i'm not feel like I'm dreamin Things be to bright but I guess my souls just to gloomy Feel trapped when it's plenty roomy I am here but I'm also where I was an where I might be If I keep on sailing this sea Up and down spinning around look like a professor feel like a clown Guess I could do better but it's like cutting leather They think I'm sane so I say I'm ok but I don't know if this is right in the brain Can't see what other people think maybe everyone has these quirks and kinks I am here But really I've dissapeared
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
I AM
The quiet town of Sheridon, Held a very curious myth, A Crazy Bus that steals children, Then empty's them off a cliff, Younger children could see the bus, But adults hadn't a clue, The youngens told of what they saw, But the oldens thought not true, Many offspring dissapeared,  For reasons unexplained,  Thorough investigations to find the truth, But the myth was quickly disclaimed, Many family's fleeing the town, In fear of hurt to their young,  Detectives believed it must be a killer, While the myth continued unsung, The children continued to tell of their seeing, So watchmen were sent to the cliff, But still nothing came apparent to them, So the theory returned to a myth
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Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 5:15 AM UTC
The Crazy Bus Saga
And there was time were time dissapeared and there was none but holy disgrace how much can it be to become a beauty bee we try to retrieve we seek our need So they yelled. and what was there? Let it be, scream a renaissance retrieve baroque or simply Byzantine along with an illusion we find something then Zeus started to ***** and left was dear Promt Rather a darkness of trust to have the world rapt in dust were we seek for the light once in a year, while the revolutionair is not the visionair since our promises of big men, ruling we became slaves of our domesticity and rabbits, said no! were is our hole , we survive.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
So they yelled
HE He puts the "L" in Life The 'L" in Love The "R" in Riches The "J" in joy... HE subtracts the "F" in Fear and lets Me listen clear The "P" in my pride dissapeared and now this ride couldn't be better For some reason, since HE walked int  o my life, "Im" in my behaviour changed, they call me mature now. For this reason am Bold no longer Old Am Flying no longer Lying Am Bright at he same time so Right. HE simply changed the whole of me by doing the simplest of things. Adding and subtracting letters to make me who I am today. ©The Unspoken
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
+ and -
the stockings were hung then unstrung the gifts wrapped then opened and scrapped eyes open wide, at gifts given with pride forgive us dear lord for the little white lies I adore it, no it won't leave my side *Where can we find a place for, this monstrosity to hide* The church bells were rung the carols sung, All the while thing of the traveling miles for the holiday away in the summer sun Dinner was baked bbqed and burped Wine was drunk, now Uncle Albert is dancing, just shy of naked drunk as a skunk, Aunt Em in the throes of the holiday funk....has declared her new teeth have been sunk into the trilfle....of which she is elbows in, having a rifle, through Dad's mid nap, and we are counting down the seconds between each snore, Mum still asking any one for any more pav And Malcom has dissapeared to the lav and this is the Christmas, that we have had, and tho it sounds dorky....I am a wee bit glad.... Tommorow we box ourselves in the car travelling, travelling o so far and back to the bickering, backstabbing and fights but we practise peace to all men at Christmas as is our right.... but with da and his snoring, we have no chance of a silent night.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Regift.....
Girl in the mirror Girl in the mirror People witness her smiles Although she lives in fear Suicidal thoughts Are streaming through her brain Thinking no one cares for her Only causes her more pain Her life is a burdon To everyone she knows She's just an outsider Fake emotion is all she shows The cutting and burning Are not doing her well Has she stooped so low as to Sell herself to hell? Doesn't give a **** If she bleeds until she dies Nobody notices the countless cuts That represent her desperate cries Trying to realize Why she was made Her hand begins to quiver While she pushes away the ****** blade Her last plees for help Shine completely through her mask She needs someone to love Bever had the strength to ask Girl in the mirror Girl in the mirror You don't have to live in pain For all you agony has dissapeared
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May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 5:46 PM UTC
Girl in the Mirror
Counted hours Counted days Counted weeks Counted months, You dissapeared No clue I see you down the corridors, But is that really you? The one I met? No way to know No way. How is that we kept walking, Trying not to look at each other And turning back, Not to face us. How did it use to be? A 'hello' from the distance, Running, A hug A talk Another hug Joking, Laughing, Comforting each other when the other was broken And giving a hand when the other was in trouble. It was friendship I know But you know that for me, You were always more than just a friend. And why did I say 'it was'? Because I was stupid, I messes things up, And I couldn't do anymore But crying over my pillows Covered in blood Wanting the pain to end Because it hurted so much To see you away To see your smile faded. To see you broken Drowned And I'm sorry And I really miss how it used to be
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
just a friend...
He told his family I was his friend. I didn't get the title girlfriend anymore in his eyes. To everyone I still introduce him as my boyfriend, the love of my life. Yeah, that's him. He's the one. But to him, I'm the friend. Not the love of his life, no not anymore. I was a month ago, now? Now I'm just her. I'm just the girl pondering over thoughts in my head every time I try to go to sleep just wondering when he will take me back. I didn't cheat, I didn't lie, I didn't do anything wrong except not be perfect. I am not a perfect person, I make mistakes and I let people down. But never, I mean never, did I let him down. I was his shoulder to cry on when he talked about his father. When he talked about how sad he used to be. I was there, I was always constantly there. And then he dissapeared. He left without saying goodbye. Yes he still talked to me everyday but he wasn't him anymore he was the guy who broke my heart. And now he will forever be the guy who broke my heart a thousand times in a thousand ways. He looks at me like I still put the stars in his ******* sky he still kisses me like I'm the only girl he will ever kiss. But maybe that's just the way I see it because I want it so badly to be real. It's been a month, a month since the day he broke my heart. I still run whenever he says to come. He has me wrapped around his pinky and I'm holding on for dear life, while he's the puppet master and I'm the puppet on strings.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
The Puppet on Strings
I collect you words Like the flower petals that fall From the bride's hair. O eternal circle Hovering around the fourth finger I only wanted to feel you As you dissapeared.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
I collect your words...
i... stand motionless... staring into blank nothing... whats going on... who are you... what are you doing this to me and why.... the full moon that glazed over my crisped brown chocolate hair in a trans staring blind founded by the open gates of the full powered moon.... opening all the gates to the spirits to seem to awake every full moon appears.. i turned to my questioned friend giving me a worried eye stare and which had to mock me in my head...thinking she thinks im s monster from the unknown... i just stood there began to cry feeling every trapped soul opening to the world the living and acting stupid.. clonk i crashed on the bed silenced never seem to open my bright hazel eyes... i was greeted by a soft down and was found dead sad the next morning that was only a dream but felt a chill ran up then dissapeared in mid day.
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
haunting whisper