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"hurtings" poems
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark. Now in the night you come unsmiling To lie with me A dull, cold, rigid bayonet On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.
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Killed Paive--July 8--1918
it’s the skin disease that is my sickness It’s the red dots (hurtings, blemishes, scars) and not my face I see It’s the d e s p e r a t i o n on display of my insecurities, and so it worsens my insecurities The hermeneutic circle; fact is fact So, on my face desperation is visible sadness in my mind; emptiness in body; — but explosions on my face That is all I see It's all I am. I am a sickness. august 2014
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Acne,
The sequel to "Heavenly" The rest of us will decompose here, but now you have purpose, the muse behind my verses, forget fairytale curses; you will never die, So place me underground, darling you will still be safe and sound, up above from here I see who you are, but they are all below, below your worthiness, dainty star, On the eve of the day when I'm mourned by the fakes, they'll be praying for my amazing grace, but it'll be too late, There's no spot in a dead heart for those who tore it apart, and my monsters will cover your sunshine and they'll **** your spark, I'll wish I could be there, Ten thousand tears wait to be spared, I promise I cared, I just never shared all my hurtings, and now they've killed me, I will beg to have you released, I'll beg on my knees for all the darkness to leave you and entertain me, But I'm afraid to fully dive, Don't know how far I could drive, Metaphorically, I'm at the shore I don't know what I'm drowning for.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
Dainty
Shed all the pain of past hurtings, It taints your furure, Forgive. Remove fear of future disappointments, It  denys you laughter, Believe.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Confessions of a Broken Heart
We are just scared children. Who don't understand why were in this world. we have the blade in our hands. and the scars on our wrists, from previous hurtings. Sometimes we just need to let go. One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts. God only knows when we'll stop maybe when were dead?
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Untitled
Sometimes holding on does more damage than letting go. It does more damage Trying hard to know. Why some things in this world, Just won't fit? Why two special feelings, After all have to split? It hurts to think that you have to let go, Try to move on And just let the pain flow. But sometimes It's hurtings that makes us stronger It's like building a bridge just to get over. While watching all those painful memories, Wash off and Go away. You'll notice that you're Moving on, Day by day. Some say that a broken jar Is worthless and nonsense. Broke into pieces, Negatively priceless. But try to fix it Using a molten gold, It'll be more precious than ever, Nothing that has been sold. Just like in life There are times that we feel shattered. Due to every heart aches, We all feel battered. With all those positive thinking, You'll have a great mold. With that positive thinking, you'll have the molten gold. To fix your broken heart, To move on and let go. And Have a golden Heart For the one who deserves it so.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
Sometimes
Trying to lose the shadow of my past Every night it reminds me of who i am It stalks me and constantly talks to me Trying to direct me to my old ways Those feelings are about gone and my shadow seems to be changing It now looks for a clean life without hurt The hurtful ways have seemed to vanished The mindset is very new and very driven Hurtings has changed to helping others The angry side is now the kind side The manipulating side is now the teaching side Anyone can change if you want it Never think you are invensable Because one's time does come!!!!!!!
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Changing
11/28/2017 "*Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark...*" Ernest Hemingway Pain because the sky is darkening and turning bruise blue. I glance out the window look for some kind of answer and nothing comes to me.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
Untitled