"sso" poems
suicide,
not very scary, right?
s.u.i.c.i.d.e.
just a bunch of letters,
why are you scared of spitting them out?
are you cared itt will jinx you?
dont worry,
i am as jinxed as the terrifying word,
i will **** the life out of you,
leave you helpless, waiting for your time,
it feels like its never coming,
and you feel a deep longing to me,
sso you decide to step closer,
youre on the edge now,
you look down,
you see me at your feet,
you smile,
with tears falling towards me,
i smile back,
telling you to jump in my welcoming arms,
you listen,
then i turn my arms into claws,
my smile into sharp teeth,
i swallow you with ur terror,
and i deliver you my jinx,
hell.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:40 PM UTC
Just friends.
I don't really grasp the understanding of how you can simply place a heart on a pedestal and never look at it again.
Never mind the dust it may collect or the possibility of malfunction from not being used in so long--that is not the point;
that heart belonged to someone--me.
I stood in front of you, bearing my all, and I told you that I would never walk away no matter what, as long as you carried me with you always.
I would never walk away unless you commanded me
I was your dog, begging for an ounce of love as if it were a shriveled, discarded chunk of pizza crust.
Truth be told you thought that if you didn't feel the same that you had to pretend so that "I would stay"
"Maybe one day we can be together"
"You are sso special to me"
"I care for you so deeply"
"More than you'll ever know"
"I'm grateful that you are always here for me"
I was always here--until you lied.
Lying to me as you slowly put my heart on a shelf to decay
A heart so ***** and dusty, who will ever love an unclean heart?
I loved yours didn't I?
Only now I can't hold on to what was never there, and I have to walk away.
Leave you and your lies to brush up the mess you made, while I take my heart off the rotting shelf it's sitting on, get in my car, and drive to an empty restaurant miles away so that I can order a new dish I have never tried, and start over
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
If you would know greater love
Throw in great guilt to the fire
For it is in excess of passion that
Which is unlawful that it burns-
Great love is always excessive and
So must in excess be paid back
As has been said who will be the
More grateful he who has been
Forgiven much or he who has a
Little on his conscience? So the
Rich man becomes the beggar;
The healthy become sick ;youth
Becomes age and life becomes
Death. All for Love. To whom
Much is given much will be
Expected but is this the end
Did Job sso end his life? No
He was restored given back
All in greater abundance than
Before. Love gives and love
Takes and love gives again
Even from death to life more
Abundant than before. Gives
All back in excess forever more.
Sinner-lover passionate as life.
You are and always will be.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC