The beginning.
I guess this is where this tragedy that was once a beautiful dream, started.
The first day she seen his handsome face,
She knew he was the one.
Going through things with her X,
She was dealing with a broken soul.
She didn't want to love again,
Until she met him.

Until she met him...
The way he opened up that one night,
The way she felt when she seen his face,
Knew he was coming,
And when he was going home.

The way his dark browns eyes sparkle,
When she would stare at them so deeply,
Something she adored doing every night.
It was her content place.

Fast forward to the night,
They shared each other.
At this moment she knew her heart wouldn't be able to comprehend what she knows it'll do.
She fell deeper,
And deeper.

She was scared,
She had falling to deep.
Questions like,
What if I am too much to handle.
What if he'll leave.
What if he uses me for ***,
Like the last one did..

Months pass by,
Everything was great.
Smiles on his face,
Smiles on her face.
She felt the love.

Tornado.

They were crashing,
He's trying to understand what's going on,
He didn't understand her.
She was too complicated,
A little crazy,
But he loved her.
Hense the word loved,
ED,
As in he loved her,
But the love he had for her,
Was once leaving,
She knew it.
She couldn't fight it.

Why didn't she fight it?

Tornado..

She did not want to see the man she loved suffer any longer.
She knew,
He'll walk away.
She knew deep in her heart.
She couldn't take it.
She was angry,
She was hurt,
She couldn't speak.
He didn't know.
She never spoke about the pain she felt within her heart,
Because she knew..

Tornado..

The wind was blowing harder,
The tears were becoming stronger,
She felt her soul crashing to the ground,
But she loved him.
She knew she was too much,
She didn't understand why,
Why she stopped making him happy,
She didn't understand why she was bringing him so much pain.

She stopped feeling worth it.

Tornado..

She gave up.
She loved him.
She gaved up.
She loved him.
She gaved up.
Tornado..

He walked away..


Falling apart,
She found ways to cope with the pain,
She had relations with the man who loved her for her body.
She's sorry.

Tornado..

The last kiss.
That was when she knew that was the last night that he was once hers.
She held back her screams,
Her punches,
Her screams,

Tornado..

She wished she could fix the broken connection she had created.
The reason why he felt the need to walk away.

She wish she knew why she had done such a poorly job of loving the man who loved her more than any man has ever done.

She wish she knew why she wasn't no longer worth the fight.

She wish she knew what she could of done to still have him in her arms.

Tornado..

She is the tornado.
But she loved him.
As she slits her area of hidden,
Deeper with the pain she has caused,
Tornado.

I think ive strangled him, and left him dead,
The second one inside my head,
The fool romantic, the Rosey dense,
From with in me he use to come hense,
But no longer, I've smoked him out,
And crushed his neck I've ended his rout,

This flight, his dodge from my iron foot,
Ends today the point's now moot,
For even if pity, i saw in his eye,
For something as his hands let him die,
I shall not ponder what it meant,
For I, the rational have won and he has went

My last poem
“ start at the beginning and shine “
Suggests with read first post
I proceeded to go to the first poems
of some of my favorite poets
However they had so many poems
I was unable to get to the beginning
Hense False Start

So now my friends
I need to know
the names of the poem(s)
You want me to read

I can look them up by name
if I tap on the poem list
it has an A through Z
And most popular options

so let’s try it again
Please leave me the name of the poem
You wish me to read
Let’s start by letting to know
Each other
My first poems is
“His Mistress “

Leading chance perchance to get
I try to find what's forward set
And all for those who created me
On the road I go and seemed to be
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
And I doubt myself, but I can do it.

Creating a path with leaps and bounds
Now hense I go forth, no turning around
But if I could I would look back
Upon the choices which I am set
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
And I doubt myself, but I can do it.

And if I try I might just take
A moment to think, or stop and break
Break from a path which I pushed forth
Upon those supportive of my chosen course
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
And I doubt myself, but I can do it.

I look back with stupor at how I got away
But I must treck on like any other day
The more I wonder, the more I trip
The further I question my kinship
I easily stumble and lose my whit,
I doubt myself, can I do it?

I waited for the wretched seas one day to return to me .
Who gave  my love  her resting place .
And so I believed the wretched sea would some day
do the same for me

But whenst it came it came in with a whine ,
and asked me not to waste my time .
And so she left ,
and returned again ,
For she said
“ you’re love is dead ,
  now leave me be ,
  or even you might
  one day
  belong to me ?”             


.

that raging beast that took her life ,
when we were serenading by the banks of the Clyde

A mighty wave took her away ,
for that I am for sure .

And now she asks me ,
Lapping like a dog at her masters feet
When all I wanted  her to do was to  spit and howl .with rage at me .

O cursed sea won’t you please return my love to me



But now You come to me with open arms
For alone I see now,  her footsteps , and her charms ,
dissapearing  into an open grave .
Where not even a shivrless man that was so brave ,
would venture more than his toe to save.
And to wrestle that great beast upon the shore
the likes of which I would see no more .

But out there is where my beloved lies ,
below tranquil seas and dark blue skies
And if I am to see her again ,
Then i must sumon up the gates of hell .
And hense be noted before the brave ,
That in these once troubled waters ,
I did once lend my hand to save .

Then one morning
with a chirping of the birds ,
a body of a young girl once bound to the sea ,
was Surrendered and given back to me .

But I For one was never found ,
Thou in the winds and rains my voice
Can still be found .

******* son seeks slender snake
To slaughter weaklings where they weep
And make of mary much too little
The demon ******* ******-off fiddle
Ain't ask so anxious master's agents
In rotten waste riotous with glee
The death march defies much that's daunting
In scope of seizure-laiden bores
Where fires fell villains and villagers
No discrimination, no designation
Could save a life, could serve a little
So no seldom comes a passing grace
Sure north seeking crones plaster gore
Upon a shield upheld and shorn
Could fight off filth and fling back festers
These demons derived directly from thanatos
Battlefield bred more ******* born
Honoring history of father's lost
By fearlessly repeating the cycle hense

They speak of winter as if the world has come to an end,
and so the Tudor houses are bolted up again .
For just as the sunlight dims on tops of hills and mountain streams ,,
on Cold winters and stormy nights .
Where some poor sod is chained to the walls of Bedlam hall ,
and all he sees from dawn to dusk  is darkness
and .
rats that crawl as  vermin ,their new found paradise .
So faint the fair lady’s breast that beats and finds no Nobel knight at all ,
just servitude to some wretched soul who knows no better hense ,
For into this world I was born .
The cruelest winters when rivers froze ,
and stay dogs  dug up just ice and snow ,
and wailed mercyfully into the night .for                  Bbbbbb.            there was no food in the lader ,
no mutten  or bread to eat ,
no work for life was harder than anyone could dare to think or speak .  And so many cruelty of which they did not understand ,
behind the walls of sanity ,
Is lost to every man ,
for silence feeds its  ghosts in years and every way it can .

locked doors and silent walls when love is not a guest .
But we embrace what can’t be known ,
Gods love and joy and peacefulness