"pices" poems
Would I change a ******* thing,
yes I ******* would.
Can we start again,
eh, no chance.
You had the last dance
at the last chance saloon,
you broke my heart and hurt me so,
my soul was a million pices,
my mind was gone,
the hurt still goes on and on,
over you my first love.
You are at the bottom of my well of regrets,
these you will never kiss again,
and these eyes will never look at you again,
my last love, my lost baby,
baby blue, goodbye.
To those drunken happy crimson nights,
those hugs and cuddles, sweet whispers in chimp ears,
your touch a pleasure never beaten,
your tickle warm breath against my beating heart,
the tender trap that pulled me to your inviting chest,
the way you smile when I nibble on your engaging neck
and the way you bite my first love my last love, goodbye.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:38 PM UTC
Eaten inside I swar that I am
you riped me up and left me bleeding
I reatched for you with my last breath
HUNGERY
for the love I can not see
HUNGERY
for the compassion I can't truely understand
but I still Injured I crawed to you
dragging pices of myself behind
pices outhers will only kick away
push aside or even crush benieth there feet
without thought
without motive
without the simple act of Surprize
now I am NOTHING
not even the mirr fraction of a soul this festerd flash held Yesterday
I AM SOMETHING LESS then vermen
LESS then the Carcass
I am the MAGGOT Consoming the corpse
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
I use to have a friend but my she is DEAD
dyed with 16 butterflys in her head
she was starved and skinny
bleached and blond
but she NEVER smiled...
Her brother was a gansta WANNABE
when ever I saw her, he looked at me
I never knew why she hated him
I never understod why he call her MAGOT
or why being her friend ment i shall
NEVER look at him...
Her mom left 1 week after her was birth
she wished she was barried in the dirt
I guess she never held her
I guess she never loved her
all I know it is she ONLY called her *****
and only saw her 1 time
the 2 of them and crystal in there lungs...
Her dad was kinda scary
he drove a big big truck
he was a big big ****
he showed her how to play getar
and how to fight
he showed her how LOVE him
and how to HATE gerself...
But now this girl is dead
choked on her blood
drowned in her tears
cut in to SO meny pices
broken like she allways was and now to Roth...
I had a friend so beautiful
so fun and so alive
and the truth is she is not really dead
we only wish she was...
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 8:27 PM UTC
i have not touched the edge.
i have not fallen that deep,
then i have not felt like flying
and i have not fooled myself
that i will land on my feet
and be as innocent as once.
nor have i melted on the ground
but crying because it hurts
when risk and hope colide.
still injured i have not smiled,
so proud that i fell fearless
even my fragile heart
broke into small pices.
yeah, i have not done this
i will just keep waiting.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
I have my mind
Set
On a Pices
And I'm willing to drown in worlds
And fly around
Neptune
If it means to show him
I'm there
(please see my intentions are good. Please reveal yours)
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
My heart it hurts
It breaking my rips from the inside out
It leaves me rooting right through
Makes me frow up all the love i have for you
Every cut on my skin proves
Im willing to lern how to lose
Myself even more than you
They ***** the love i cannot give you
My head is full of dreams and stories
Stiffed to the brim with new idees
You're in every happy ending
In every book i erase myself
Let me paint you in the morningsun
Capture you grinning to the girls you love
Let me use this brush and paint
To give you an insight of your light
Every tear fell from my cheeks
Proves im not just a freak
I feel and feel and cant help but think
Oh how better life would be
without existing
The scent through the door is clear
It smeels like rotten pease and leaves
It feels like a forgotten dream
It feels like a missed opportunity
And when she'll die ill be in pices
Will you see it will you be there
To safe me from ripping open
My heart is butcherd bleeing broken
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:27 AM UTC
When I fall to pices, what if I didn't wanna get back up again? Lay somewhere in the middle wherever it begins and wherever it ends? Never stand again real tall,quite contempt to crawl. It doesn't matter if I'm this side or that side of the wall. If I break a smile I could do a handstand, so my mouths the right way...staying awake at night so I could sleep all day. What if I didn't want to move on? What if this is right where I belong? Listen to sad songs and do no wrong, this life's ***** it's taking too long.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
I see value in what you discard,
in the broken pices once known as a heart.
I see the glimmer in what's thought is dead, reviving the magic that's lost in your head.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC