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Keith J Collard Apr 2013
In Japan, there was an ice cold assassin, that rose through the ranks of the Lin Kuei Clan.   Mid snow flurry, he could avoid every flake, and seize the brittle crystal without breaking it.  He could walk on snow without sinking in, japan's cold winter, is when he was unopposed and most ruthless--slaying debtee and their family.  His ice cold ego, came into contact with a shaolin warrior, who was trained to feel the cold, and never run away from it, nor get used to it, but feel the chill everytime without hardening his self.  Sub-Zero was defeated but not killed, and scorned to the Gods during a snowstorm, " I am the better, and was defeated by a lessor, I appeal to the powerful, give me the power of ice, so that no one shall adapt to my soul's chill, give me the power and my clan shall be in service to you."

Then a snow crystal fell, bigger than most, and he clutched it, and looked in his palm, the crystal was in the form of a pentagram.  The wind whispered, " The most cold and still realm of hell will be in your veins, if you partaketh of this crystal."  And the power of ice, that no man could withstand was at his disposal, and he was locked in a contract, that was unbreakable.

He rose to leader of the clan, and changed the color of the assasin uniform to the color of the cold region of hell, and he could not find the shaolin warrior who defeated him, and so slayed his mentor.
One hot day, his soldiers came back defeated, by a pearl diver, who refused to pay tribute to their mafia.  Sub-zero impaled the clan's soldiers who had their uniform in tatters--by raising jagged ice spears from hell.  The ice never thawed, and the men never fully died, but looked up at the high cieling from their bespearment to a mosaic of an icy and lonely realm-- a message to anyone who fails the clan--that you shall be pierced and preserved.  Sub-zero took the rest to pay a visit to the pearl diver who had stained the Clan's uniform with the blood color of disgrace.

The pearl diver, was in the bay diving down to the bottom for pearls.  He felt the water suddenly get cold, and swam upward to the surface, where he came in contact with the surface of the water, frozen over, and he saw the boots walking over the ice.  They were holding heads that leaked onto the clear ice underfoot and as the pearl diver struggled for air underneath, he saw the heads of his family dropped onto the ice.
Then Sub-zero kneeled down, holding his wife's head to the drowning pearl diver, and placed it on the ice, so he shall see the horrid picture as he drowned underneath.  The Clan took leave, from the bay.

The pearl diver did not fear death, but went mad, as he sank downward into oblivion, staring upward, rage took over his once good heart, and he turned away to look into the depths, shouting " Let me born again, so I shall live a life of fire, so that anyone who dares come close, shall be scolded, GOD OF REVENGE, LET ME BE BORN AGAIN."
The pearl diver breathed in the water unblinking, and his heart stopped, but still he lived as he sank reaching the bottom and there was a scorpion at his feet, and the depths spoke, " Let this scorpion sting both your eyes, and command the fire of hell, and be born again, to melt the ice."
He took the scorpion--who glowed hot in the dark depths-- and stung his eyes, his pupils went from his eyes, leaving milk swirls as his ovals of revenge.  " Now let it snip your lips and chin, so that you may breath the painfull sting of fire upon your enemies without singing your own flesh."

The scorpion greedily ate his lips, tongue and chin, giving him a mouth guard of skull.  " Now you are born again Scorpion, arise, and REVENGE."

Scorpion, screamed, no longer a human voice, but demonic, and grabbed the chain from his boat anchor, and climbed. Upon reaching the ice barrier, he touched his hands to it, and burned a hole and emerged forth.  He pulled up the chain with ease into the air from the depths, the metal barb on the end that served as an anchor, was now for impaling hearts and not the sea bottom.  He snapped his arm and the chain coiled around his arm, ready to sail out to impale and bring his enemies up to his eyes, so they can feel the painfull sting of fire up close, and see Scorpions eyes.
He walked to shore, his feet singing and melting Sub-zero's ice as he walked.
His walk was illusive, as a flickering flame, Scorpion could not be percieved directly without mesmerizing, as a fire in total darkness.

He reached shore, and found a Clan member, he harpooned him with his chain and barb, and brought him close to his face with his chained anchor, and melted the henchman's face with his hot breath.
He stripped him naked with his curved pearl knife, and donned the uniform of the Lin Kuei, ice blue, then the uniform turned yellow from his hot blood underneath, turning the uniform yellow as if it was boiled alive in a ***.  Scorpions' veins serpentined on his forearms, his muscles always a'sweat and full of blood .  The color of his revenge was yellow, mocking the blue Lin Kuei's uniform with the color of cowardice.

He tracked down Sub-Zero to his Clan hall that resembled the cold layer of hell with victims adorning his walls and floors that were pierced by ice sculpture and still a 'quarter alive staring at the cieling.  Sub-Zero felt the slight thaw of his ice, and knew the presence of Scorpion.  

Scorpion flickered from the torches that bedecked the walls, and burnt the guards throats with his hands so they crawled around uselessly.  When a clan member espied the demonic ninja, Scorpion was behind him, breathing on his neck, and the guard fell to the ground in three pieces.

Sub-Zero's throne room, had no torch, no fire, and Scorpion could only enter without his flame illusion through the front tall doors.  
" You have fought your way into my layer, just to realize it is a glacial tomb assassin," saithe Sub-Zero.

" Scorpions demonic voice echoed to him, " YOU HAVE MURDERED DOWN THE PATH OF LIFE, BUT THE PATH WAS THE THROAT OF A DRAGON, AND I AM ITS BELLY, YOUR TOMB OF STINGING ACID."

Scorpion took Sub-Zero's eye from him with his harpoon chain, and beat him mercilessly with kick and punch.  Sub-Zero's summoned ice but it only melted near Scorpions hatred.  But the water from the melt, slowed Scorpion--so it was hand to hand by their opposite powers, negating their satanicly endowed powers.  

But Sub-Zero was the creator of Scorpion, and so had the advantage.  Being beaten, and his face smashed, his nose flattened to his face, exposed rib slats, and his testicles smashed, Sub-Zero feigned mortal injury and non-defence as Scorpion walked up with his milky eyes to do his finishing move.

Sub-Zero's forearm protruded in injury from Scorpions kick before, and formed a sharp dagger, and this dagger sunk in Scorpions brain from beneath his chin.  Sub-Zero won with the treachery he knew best.  But Scorpion's body turned to hell's flames, and melted the layer completely drowning the wounded Sub-Zero, killing him, as Scorpion himself died the second death being extinguished in cold water of the clan layer.



They were sent back to hell, and forced to stand side by side of eachother, as Satan's servants of fire and ice--still donned in the Lin Kuei assassin robe,belt, and face-guard.
All of the magmatic, scolding statalactites dripped behind Scorpion who stood before the entrance to the fiery region of hell.  He stared forward with his scolding white phosphorus eyes.

Behind Sub-Zero, was the still and frozen layer.  He stood next to Scorpion, to the entrance of his own realm, with pupils bordered by ice frozen rivulets.  The proximity to eachother was their hell, and Satan was their master.  Scorpions pyscho hatred heat always attacking Sub-Zero's callous cruel cold, and vice versa, so as they never became adapted to the terms of hell and eternity.
Monique Olivier Oct 2013
Take me by the hand
And lead me to
The violet Jacaranda tree
Where she took your
Heart and whispered
Sweet words into your ear.

You were afraid to come
Back here and show
Others the hurt
Some little girl has brought
Upon you.

She spoke no truth
When she left you with
Simple but painfull words
That ran through your
Mind at night.

Take me by the hand
And lead me to
The Cherry Blossom tree
Where you first fell in love
With me.
mark john junor Mar 2013
carving a few simple words into her memory
a whisper of hair drifts over her face
eyes shut she waits for the cold crisp dawn
the candle distracts
and weaves it own tale
soft with smoke and mystery

night disburses
and the redhead across the hall comes tapping
naked and sweating
looking to cop a fresh spike
my girl makes her wait in the hall
"rude" she whispers over and over

our days here are fleeting
soon to escape this motel
and its rodent festival
to the great sunshine
never snows

quiet destitution creeps in with breakfast
and lay in the corner with a soft sigh
down in my mind i want to sleep
but its nearly time to wait
for the mexicans at quality hill
with two $20's in my claw

I am not yet ready to write the words
that would seal our fate and close this painfull day
that poem is within me
it drives me out into the bright sunlight
and the redhead follows trying to make nice
and i know its dope game logic that drives her
i know i could get my girl to bed her
a ******* would be tasty

umm that thought keeps me warm
while waiting on the mexicans
mannley collins Nov 2014
But that's not his name.
He really doesn't have a name.
For starters no name could even hint at what he means to me.
No name could get anywhere near his sheer visceral naked beauty.
No name could delineate the slim ripple of his muscles.
His beautiful stiff ****--oh so suckable and lickable.
No name could hint at the smell of the dried **** on his *****.
No name could begin to describe the taste of his warm fresh ***.
No name would fit the feel of the shaft of his perfect stiff **** in my fingers.
No name could describe the shade of lavender of his exposed **** head.
The way his **** head fits in my mouth.
The feeling on my tongue as I slide it along the full length of the shaft of his stiff ****.
I call him Ben.
Weve travelled the world together for nigh on 29 years now.
Ive ****** his **** in ,my imagination on most continents,as ive laid in the same room tossing myself off imagining being ****** by him every night and during every day..
Ive licked his *** filled ***** in Bangkok and Delhi and London and Amsterdam and Barcelona and Deia and Kathmandu and Bodh Gaya and York and Paris and Dharamsala and Amravati and oh so many other places.
Ive swallowed litres of his warm fresh ***.
Ive rained typhoons of kisses on his upturned face.
Ive tossed him off to ******* too many times to count.
Ive loved him endlessly.
I call him Ben .
His diamond sharp intellect.
His smirky smile that lights up his face.
His oh so tasty tongue flickering in and out of my mouth.
Licking my lips--wrestling my tongue to a standstill.
The taste of his saliva --like the sharpest sweetest nectar.
His arms that wrap themselves around my nakedness.
His hands that never fail to connect to my *****
no matter how dark the room.
His fingers that tease and ****** my throbbing testicles.
My lovely boyman--my lovely lover.
I call him Ben.
His fingers wrapped around the shaft of my stiff ****
like ivy on an ancient wall.
they seem to grasp my ***** member so deeply
its as if they live below my skin.
I call him Ben.
When I kneel in submission to him and lick his *** filled *****
I am elevated into the land of adjectives and superlatives.
When I cringe servilely at his feet licking the full length
of the shaft of his oh so stiff and perfectly shaped *****
I become just a tongue tasting his dried ****.
I call him Ben.
Oh I so love and adore the taste of his dried ****
coating the lavender helmet of his bell end.
When I slide the whole of the head of his hard *****
between my lips filling my mouth completely
I am turned into a human shaped jelly quivering
with the anticipation of swallowing the cream of his pre ***
flowing out of that divine slit.
I call him Ben
When his naked hips ****** his stiff **** down my throat
I feel divinely graced with unconditional love
and I realise he owns me.
I am his ****.
I am his Slave.
I await the whip.
I long for the sharp sting of the lash.
I need the tender chastisement that only Ben can give me.
I call him Ben and he is  my Master.
He tells me stand with my hands on my head
and I immediately comply with his order for I am his Slave.
His very own *******.
There to give him the pleasure he gets from whipping me.
There to offer all parts of my nakedness to the whip in his hand.
Why is Sado-Masochistic love with Ben so lovely?
Why is the pain of his whipping so soft and gentle and tender and stinging?
Why do I stand with stiff **** jutting out and ***** dangling
begging him--beseeching him to take advantage and whip it as he does?
Each stroke of his whip making my **** **** and bounce and sway
turning it red and so mildly painfull?.
I call him Ben and I love him.
Ive loved him for 29 years.
But alas he does not love me unconditionally..
When we are together he humiliates me and I love him more--for his weakness in being the Slave of the Mind and Conditioned Identity.
I love feeling inadequate when I am near to him.
I want him to humiliate me.
To be humiliated is to be humble.
I do not care what people say.
I love him.
I call him Ben.
But oh how I wish wish wish that he were like me.
Mindless and Conditioned Identityless.
He could be such a nice guy if he weren't such an *******.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Be humble in word. And deed after all we all are constantantly in need.
The journey up can
be painfull or dizzying or tangled. Life hands out no rain checks.

Be patient in thought and motion.
Try a 5 count. Breath deeply. Think neutral.

Be humble in word and deed. Try carresing the soul. Yours and all.
Remember well that pride goeth before a fall.
adele horn Jan 2010
he truth about divorce:
it's not glamorous
it's not uplifting or enabling
it's not fair
it's not pretty
it's not enlightening
it's not comforting
it's not romantic

it's ugly
it's painfull
it's destructive
it's morally debilitating
it's lonely
it's dream destroying
it's mascochistic

the hands that carried you to the altar,
turns into pointing fingers of accusations.

the promises you made,
turns into regrets.

the rings that bound your love,
becomes shackles of hate.

there is nothing about divorce that makes me feel any better.
Marshal Gebbie Aug 2014
To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho,

Saturday nite, the whole of New Zealand waited in apprehension for the All Blacks rugy team to play the resurgent Wallabys @ Fortress Eden Park.

The previous week at Suncorp Stadium in Sydney, in driving rain, the All Blacks muddled through a painfull draw with the Wallabys, 12 points each with no tries.
The Wallabys had fancied their chances and had wanted an emphatic win on home soil.
Both teams took that score as a loss and the gauntlet was thrown for the second match…..

A brilliant evening, clear and fine , 50,000 people crushed in to Eden Park and you could feel the apprehension, the rest of the country sat in front of their TV willing the team on.
The Haka was given a brutal rendition, you could feel the determination, the passion emanating….the Ozzies glared their defiance back…it was all on!

10 minutes into a titanic struggle with the score three all Captain Ritchie McCaw had a brain fade and was yellow carded off for ten minutes by the French referee.
The crowd roared…then murmured their worry  like you’ve never heard before.

The Ozzies mustered a huge scrum which the All Blacks countered with one man down…. The counter ****** pushed the Australian scrum back 15 ft.
Every man in New Zealand was on his feet roaring, you could feel the spirit of nationalism soaring….the moment was a watershed.
The All Blacks counterattacked showing a brilliance in attack and defence we have not seen for years… and from that moment on the game was won.

Final score 51:20 The Bledisloe Cup was ours.

As the match finished the TV camera panned across the solidly black clad crowd…. I have never, ever in my life, seen so many, simultaneous, sets of white teeth grinning!

The trip home to Australia would have been… a very subdued affair.

Thought I should share this marvellous moment with you Boaz.

Luv Dad.
When weak people tease


You see as people go about every day life, they push people around a lot and also another thing they do as well, you see mate is try and tease in a way to make people jitter and even if they might not look like they don't know how to tease, they are teasing they are trying to bring all their friends together and tease them, and they are trying to tease the little shy boy, even if that they are little shy boys anyway, because at least I have a life and I want to be rich and famous, while people are trying to tease in so many ways, like one way they are prepared to say shut up **** every time he says something and when he goes on the computer, he can hear his dad saying be a little teasie, because his dad said that he us shy and some young hooligans said we'll kidnap him to tease him, even if they are trying to make him jitter, even if they are as weak as ****** ****, you see people should do volunteer work and do are had write poems and be cool, while my dad is saying your still either a kid or a lady and my new mate is teasing me with his friends, first he invites me over, so he can be helped by me and then he invitesj some other mentally ill people over and started to tease me with his friends because he is saying that your still a little shy boy, and he will say that he ain't shy to complain about work and remain poor, just as
Long as he has his fun teasing, and he says that that you are still a defensive little **** and you know you need to realise that I ain't shy to tease you buddy, I will drink alcohol over you and then I will go to pub and have a few alcoholic beverages avd say that you are still getting teased even if it makes him look like a ****** geek, and only geeks tease like that anyway, because they try to tease in so many ways and even if they are little geeky kids, they try and avoid being treated like a geek by saying that they are a teasing but the thing is whether they are teasing or not, they are still a pack of geeks and they will all die long and painfull deaths, and they aren't really cool but they will say that they are teasing to avoid getting teased themselves, they are all a pack of shy ***** who really aren't coping with life very well, so they try and tesse, and that is the end of another instalment
Just me Dec 2014
I think that i'm almost dead.
Sometimes i feel nothing
no love,no exciteness, no happiness
only rage and pain.
And when i'm close my eyes i see
a different world, a different life, a different sun, a different me.
Because the only thing that we wont is love....
we are humans and we need to be loved.
loneliness
Ananth Faszer Jul 2013
she was fooled
she was missunderstood
she  was betrayed
they filled her life with tears and hatred
teras ran down her cheeks like a river
yet there wasnt anyone to stop that pain full river



the meaningless words of other
pricked her heart like fragment of a broken mirror
she walked down the street alone
holding her head down to the ground



as she walked a drop of blood fell from her heart
teras poured from her eyes like a rain
but the people around enjoyed the crumbling pain
no longer could she remain with the painfull past


as her last tear rolled down her cheek
she prayed "let me the last"
and she past away from her painfull life
Marshal Gebbie Feb 2014
One must believe in something be he misanthrope or gambler
In tomorrows omnicience or the future proof of God
The penance in a drunk's decay sets self destruct's imposer
Wether speakerphone's on disconnect or cellphone's in the bog.

Conveyance of a threat to adherants of St Selfwise
Show athiest's are proof here, in belief of disbelief,
Haunted by the images painting painfull retribution
Picture sympathetic **** star's allocated hand relief.

A moments allocation of a syllogist abstraction
Shows perspective of the calibre we now reserve for Saints
A paradox regarded as autistic fascination
In a one act play of living disregarding all restraints.

Deliberately indicative of fraternal heat's expression
Notebook at the ready and deep frowning at the brow,
Question definition's collage of confusion's contribution
Do we sit it out pretending or just catch the late bus now?

Marshalg
13 February 2014
© 2014 Marshal Gebbie
maria Jun 2019
Rocks in my apartment,
I don't clean.

You see, the fluffy pillows
host a party tonight,
seems like all my enemies
are invite.
There's blood in the floor, indeed.

Music captures the shaky windows,
curtains dancing in the backround,
tragedy hits the door
right from the shadows.

I don't want to be here.
Listening is painfull,
watching gets knives in my lungs,
the guests are laughing on me.
Anxiety says hi.

The house shouts "Welcome",
please,
I only need sadness for my art.
Sometimes sadness just knock the door out of nowhere and you just can't bagged it out or you don't want to, sometimes it's the same thing.

written on June 9, 2019
Bluebird Dec 2014
Her friends call her Nancy,
as long as it's not a name given by him..
He always called her Jeanny,
when he clipped away her wings.

He found Jeanny on the streat,
when she was just a child...
Nobody knew the painfull past
behind Jeannys broken smile.

He hurt Jeanny,and kept her locked,
never to get outside,
she made Jeanny beg for her life.
until he broke her mind.

Jeanny stabbed him 20 times,
then she cut away all off his limbs.
But late at night she still hears his voice,
"come Jeanny ,i need to cut your wings"
Word farer Jun 2020
Sitting bored and listless
With chin in my hand
I gazed the night sky..
Just when my heart lets out a cry with a painfull eye...
I see the magnificent crystalline stars...
Of a past filled with scars..
Fade into the dark hues of deep blue
My heart and mind argue..
Dark night 😍
Stevie Ray Sep 2014
You..
A seed that rests underneath the corrupt surface
somehow soaking up enough sunlight
and acidic water.
You..
Started to sprout, you developed on your own strength.
Grew and grew and grew and even now you're still growing.
A beautifull wild flower blooming.
Surrounded by ash.
Present amongst fallen friends who were forced to leave you
under painfull circumstances.
You..
Are still spiritually connected with them.
A colourfull presence amongst all this grey..
Broke through, from the underground, out into this corrupt surface we tend to call this world.
You..
Fill empty shells such as myself.
You..
Flicker the dying flame inside as it came bursting back to life.
You..
A bringer of light.
The sunlight behind the clouds of Desperation.
An umbrella shielding me from Fallen Hope.
You..
Colour the desolation in which I reside.
You..
Are the end of the current painfull path I'm walking.
You..
Are the beginning that I am searching for.

A flower crossed my path.
With torn pants and a shredded shirt I walk
Old shoes and a worn down face.
A flower crossed my path.
A sign of the destination that I am trying to reach.
When I'm there is where I can finally be..
With
You..
ThatBrokenOne Dec 2018
It has been four weeks now
It has been heart breaking
It has been painfull
It has been overwhelming

But above all it made me realise how much I really love you
Élodie BLT Jul 2014
Love.
Love is wonderfull.
Love is painfull.
Love is strange.
Love blind you.
Love is rare.
Love is everywhere .
Love makes you forget.
Love makes you forgive.
Love makes you smile and laught
Love makes you cry.
Love is true.
Love is fake.
Love is you.
Sandile Khumalo Sep 2016
Departed is my soul
from its body,
undersand I do not......

Lost I am
not knowing my true tradition
confused I am about my genes
well,im made of genes of two people
yet im only sure about one person.

Abandoned I have been.....
your presence I do not know
your voice I cant trace
hence I only heard it then and you disapeared
even your ****** appearance I can not spot

painfull it gets for every reason
in every season. Never do I get that conditional love
since your presence lacks at every condition

pity I cried till my eyes fell off
searched everywhere I did till I felt
There is no use

your love is everything I've ever crave for
But the indefinable opposite is all I've ever got

short of words I am
Describe you I can not
cause I know nothing about you

fatherless I feel
yet I have a father
even though everything proves I'm fatherless
I still do have a father

Little is my faith
that ill ever know you

im lost and you know it
but never do you try to find me

even though you brought me into this world
I still feel im in a different world from yours

im lost and you.......
Derick Van Dusen Dec 2010
Start a new, dreams in dew, I run to you.
Whisp away, fields for hay, I run to stay.

   Stay away, there you find, bitter emotions fray.
Step away a piece, look long back, may wonders never ciece.

   Things can change, rarely do and still I run to you.
Still I stay, never stray, never did I lay another down.

   Forgive forget but I can not, my human side is cuaght.
Fight I still, battles raged, for controle inside myself.
  
   Everything to the surface, bubbles from the deep.
Memories, still not faded, where painfull things I keep.

   So this new thing, the wound it bleeds,
but I did it to myself. Now for the heeling, to start it all again.

   To start it fresh, to start it new, to write what has yet to be lived.
In the end I do what I do and I continue to Love you. As much now, even more than then, than I ever have, your my best friend. I cant get you from my head, cause of all the things youve said. I think about the me in you and remember that you love me too. I think about the you in me and remember that I love who I see. I remember how I said hello. Where we'd go, we didnt know. We didnt care. I think about you every day, your steeling a piece of my heart away.

Give it back or keep it from me, my stolen piece of heart. Bleeding out all the love follow it to me, for your own eyes to see. All the love it followed you, rite to wear you keep me too. Another one for you to savor, so you dont forget the love is from the pieces of my heart.
I gave it away and there youll stay till my dying breath.
Dont forget who gave it to you that last piece that you have. Im here for you if your ready. I promise, safe and steady...
Purab Apr 2016
A diary filled with dark pages
A diary filled with painfull emotions.
chimaera Jun 2014
Je me baladais
hasardeuse
et soudain
dans la vitre
je ne l'ai pas reconnue.

Qu'il m'a fait mal
de voir ses yeux cernés,
ses gestes suspendus
par une hésitation mortelle.

Un mot à elle
suffirait à allumer
des orages,
son rire
à éclabousser les murs,
l'étendre de ses mains
à changer les routes.

Pourquoi
elle tait sa voix
et tâtonne, sombre,
l'ombre de soi-même?

Ne se méconnaît-elle pas,
en se regardant
dans cette vitre?

~~~
The stranger

I was walking
haphazardly
and, all of a sudden,
on the window glass,
I did not recognize her.

How painfull it was
to see the dark circles in her eyes,
her gesture held
by a deadly hesitance.

A word from her
would light up storms,
her laughter
would make walls crumble,
a movement of her hands
would change all the roads.

Why does she silent
her voice
and gropes, groomy,
her own shadow?

Can she be unknown to herself,
looking at herself
in this window glass?
Annie Sep 2019
Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue

Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow

True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint

Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts

And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side
These tears
Speak pain
And
This pen
Bleeds agony
Painting
My journal
With painfull
Colours
I dont know
Whats happening
To us
I couldnt Sleep
Last night
Knowing you're
Angry at me,
Couldnt even
Pick up
The phone
To call you
Because
I dont know
Where
To begin
Or how to explain
Myself,
The pain
Of sleeping
Without
Hearing that sweet
voice of yours
Is just unbearable,
I really dont
Remember
What happened
The night
Before yesterday,
I had too many
Drinks,
I just rember
Us arguing
Over the phone,
I wont even
Tell you
How the argument
Started,
Fingers were
Pointing
Opposite directions,
Agonizing Words
Were uttered,
It was accusations
Left, right
And centre
I know
It wasnt me
Speaking
Bu the alcohol,
Not that im putting
The blame
On alcohol
For my uncalled for
Beahvior,
I just took
Too much
That it started
Controlling me
And
My behavior,
I never thought
My words
Would pierce
Sharper
Than a needle,
Accusing you
Of cheating
When
Im the one
Who broke
Your
Trust and loyalt,
I thouht i saw
The signs
I saw in me
When i started
Cheating
Reflecting
In you
And I was wrong,
Thats what happens
When one cheats,
They start
Suspecting
The other
Of cheating
Whenever they notice
Something different.
What im trying
To say is I opposed
Pain to you
Knowing not
It would do me
More harm,
I know I did you wrong
And accept full
Blame
For everything
Happening
Between us,
Involving myself
With her
Made me
Realise
My survival
Depends on you
And
My soul feeds
On your love,
Your'e
Like the Air
I breath
And
I can not go
Another day
Without you.
Down
On my knees
Unworthy
Of your forgiveness
But I beg
For your forgiveness
I love yo
And
I miss you

Will you forgive me ?
Pratham Sharma Aug 2016
I spent all my days and nights,
Either with you or in my dreams.
But I'm sorry you didn't felt that,
Neither you heard my heart's painfull screams.

Just in a sec you said to me
"No more, we can't be together."
You just left an uncurable wound,
On my Heart forever.

It really hurts a lot and I am dieing,
Searching for you again.
I need your Love and that essence of yours,
To cure inside and outside pains.

The time did took all my pains,
But it couldn't take away the marks.
The marks that you just left on me,
And left me alone in the dark.

But I succeed the test of time,
Forgetting all the pain and wrath,
I take take you as lesson to me,
And you will never see me on your path.

If by luck, I meet you somewhere,
On the intersecting road of Life,
I will thank you because of you today,
I am happy and am able to strive.
Martina Oct 2015
I feel powerless
the sorrow covered me
I feel the agony
takes over me.
My heart is tearing apart
its so painfull and so hard
I am depressive...
Hopeless I swim in sadness
I want to run away
from this madness.
I feel like a looser
without faith and hope
without ambition and love.
I am scared
I am screaming for help
I am hidding my self
from this world
and this place
to be alone by myself
Only river of tears
burning soul full of fear
and I try to push away
and it hurts me all the way.
And this little spark of hope
searching always
because I am lost.
But maybe one day
not so far away
the sun will shine for me
and I will be ok
mistymoonlight May 2013
i heard the leaves fall
i heard your last call

i wish u thought of me, when u were counting ur last breath
then that wait turned to a thing called death

i wish u wished that i was there
all those painfull tears i alone cant bear

your memories are blurry,
why did u have to be in a hurry?

i ran through your old photograph...
it was as fresh as the scar and as old as that torn scarf

they all said u loved me so,
but then im left to wonder why did u have to go

i wished upon a shooting star,
then i realised that ur too far

way out of reach,
yet too colse to me ...

your memories are safe in my heart
even death cant tear us apart... <3

-mistymoonlight ,
<3 xox.
Dark Mar 2018
Crying myself at night
Things scattering in front of my eyes
Feeling the everlasting solitude behind my eyes

Living with the monsters inside my head
Trembling in the pain of this life
And blaming this endless life
Drowning in the painfull thoughts
With no one to see the pain behind

Who knew the night could be so scary
With the endless tears of being alive
Waiting for peace to take me away
But it seem like its far away.
Couldnt even write so well. Everything is just messed up inside my head . So sorry for this bad write up. :')
Pratham Sharma May 2017
I spent all my days and nights,
Either with you or in my dreams.
But I'm sorry you didn't felt that,
Neither you heard my heart's painfull screams.

Just in a sec you said to me
"No more, we can't be together."
You just left an uncurable wound,
On my Heart forever.

It really hurts a lot and I am dieing,
Searching for you again.
I need your Love and that essence of yours,
To cure inside and outside pains.

The time did took all my pains,
But it couldn't take away the marks.
The marks that you just left on me,
And left me alone in the dark.

But I succeed the test of time,
Forgetting all the pain and wrath,
I take take you as lesson to me,
And you will never see me on your path.

If by luck, I meet you somewhere,
On the intersecting road of Life,
I will thank you because of you today,
I am happy and am able to strive.
apathy Nov 2014
today i write,
letters to you
because,
i really miss you

i know i told you
that i dont write letters
because of my past
but i will today
just for you

so here we go
this is a letter,
from me,
to you

dear friend
i know things are hard
and your trying to understand
what im trying to say
and i know its ******* you too

i know what your thinking
as least i have a good guess
that if im writing letters
my life must be a mess

but right now,
i cant be honest with you
i cant tell the truth
i cant stay true

i care about you
and i know about me,
you feel the same
so when i die,
i dont want you to take the blame

so that is my letter
i know its short and quick
painfull even
but that was how my life was
i will always remember you

sincerely, me
Fernanda Moncada Sep 2015
I've lost my self again,
I've lost it between the hope and the fatih,
Between the past and the future,
Between my soul and my body.

I've lost my self againg, i wanna found it
But how can i found something that i don't know?
Where can i looking for?
Sometimes i try to search it through my memories,
But that only make it worst, make more painfull.

I've lost my self again,
And i've been lost since i don't recognize who i'm,
And that happens over and over again.
#feelinglost
Robinho Mar 2016
I'm drowning in tears
Please just leave me alone
Or just carve out my heart
I don't care if you use a knife or a stone
Nothing can be worse than the pain i feel at this moment
The blame for that is all on you
Yeah that's right, you own it
Love is dangerous
Love is wild
You have no idea how much i miss being a child
When the worst pain was a scraped knee
And darkness was the scariest thing you could see
When "goodbye" meant "till tomorrow"
Not "from now on we're history" and feeling sorrow
Back when you could say "i love you" and not have your heart broken
When you could fall asleep on the couch and magically end up in bed without being woken
When you wanted nothing more than to grow up
Untill you saw what being a grown up really means and you just wanted to throw up
When you wouldn't have to worry about money or paying bills
Then one day you fell in love
And for the first time in your life
You felt those beautiful chills
That went right down your spine
And then you went to your first party
And had your first glass of wine
Years went by and you grew up
You probably made alot of mistakes
But you never gave up
you did all that it takes
And now you have won
It's not easy to win in life
Cause life first give you the test
And then you get the lesson
You don't have to be better than the rest
Just be better than you were yesterday
And maybe at the end of your life
You're talking to your children
Explaining what you've been through and what life is all about
You tell your kids that everybody they love dies
That they'll have less answers than "why's"
I was talking to somebody about all of this
About my mistakes and all other ****
How i can never make them right
How i've loved and lost
How losing someone you love is the biggest cost
How going to sleep early is so important
How life doesn't come with a lovely assistent
How there will always be pain
How there can never be a rainbow without a little rain
How you need sadness to learn to value of happiness
How you don't always have to say yes
How you can love the sun but sometimes have to hide in the shade
How life is the most painfull thing that's ever made
She looked at me and said "well that doesn't sound good"
I said no but i'd do it all over again if i could
Life hurts you and you can't hurt it
But that doesn't matter
Cause in the end, it's worth it
I welcome any review.
O sweet pain, help me
your claws sends me to paradise
but it rips my soul and humanity
and that is too high of a price

I got nothing left, Im broke
and yet, I keep paying
I hate it I'm disgusting
all I wish is to be gone in smoke

Without a soul I'm dying
It hurts so much; I love it
I just deserve it

Life was short and painfull
but Im just dust
with a heart filled with rust

O douce soufrance, reconforte moi
Je te hait mais j'y revien toujours
Tes griffe sanglante me font roi
je te hait et m'en irai un jour

Esseyant de me tuer
Je suis mon Antechrist
Je suis mon Christ
Esseyant de me sauver

Je rampe a default de marcher
s'il n'y a de héro je le saurai
just, va t'en laisse moi soufrir

Si tu continue tu ve redevenir
rien de plus que poussière
avec un coeur de verre
I personnaly prefer the french version
Yogi Devi Pada Sep 2018
There is an Angel that changed my life,
She teached me not to fight,
And I've dropped everything I've had for her,
Eventually giving her my soul.

But as a demon as I am,
I've put my ego in front and lost her,
Now I'm crying from the depth of  my soul,
Knowing that there is nothing to do more.

I prayed to God to give you all,
Even though its painfull to know,
That another man have you by his side,
That was the best things I've could decide.

I cry so much in the depth of my heart,
Knowing we both went on separate path,
I want everything to finish now,
The pain is too much, to death I bow.

But if I do that, who will be there to pray for you more?
Atleast this is a reason I can live for.
Rayénari Das Mar 2018
The only one good thing
was that i never had you,
instead
you bring
flower to my graveyards
and ligth to this empty
painfull
void
full of nothing
but angst
and silence
Where ******* and Mr Fishes
was dancing
with his bloodstained
fingers
tearing
my
golden
hearts.
And if you want to know
it
really
hurts.
But this sea, and this stranger birds
diving the deep of ****** force
of the vulcano
& the rose
seeking a call (a cause)
are now
beautiful
reflections
of you
and
this
sad
fly
Sirenes May 2016
There's a deep shock
In your eyes
As I speak my mind
Relay my most painfull memories
Like it's a movie
And happened to someone else

There are details
And concepts
Within each story
That drive you on edge
You are in touch
With the fact that
It happened to me, your sister
But I'm not

I speak as though
I'm giving you
The plot summary
Of a horror story
That happens to be my life
The scream leaves your lips
"How are you so normal?"

*the mind is a powerfull entity
Love yourself and take care of your mind because it sure as hell takes care of us.

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