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"stumple" poems
To stab your own heart is to feel the pain of your true love, this pain, this rage is a bitterness best served cold. This will never heal a heart this cold is bitter than stone to cold to understand; A chest, or an ICE BOX. to truth no pain can stumple a warm heart. That to healing passion I long for on a dark and scary road to healing through hells fury. Like fire over Ice these plans, these hands are a portion of my next stand; This mind, this heart bittered and jealous of loves sting. The pain, Loneliness of a battered and bruised heart full of damaged emotions, painful eyes full of grief and disappointment I shall never forget this enthusiatic Anger and OverZelous Rage I have brought to this, to US. As I clinch my heart so painfully broken each day because of the bitterness that I caused trying my best to "REDEEM" myself....Please Accept me!
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
REDEEMER
I wanted to scream While my mouth is closed Like a concealive bullet. To cry deeply To look for a cat: And sing for it sadly at least; Put my face in the lab of my palms and shake: Forward .. backward Forward.. backward Like a mother who lost her daughter, suddenly. Farewell is an idea; A growing shrunb of evil. You think it a flower; Telling yourself: She is being grow a bit, and stay with me, Bright forever. .. sun vis-a-vis sun rose vis-a-vis a rose Song vis-a-vis song Heart vis-a-vis heart Cry vis-a-vis hug A smile vis-a-vis stumple. But the trees of Loss Have black long fingers. In the beginning: They gently touch your fingers -as if it is a begining of a hug, Or a kiss on the wrist- The fingers intertwine Like two lovers who would walk till the the borders .. of the sea. And gradually Everything glows One by one Until you sit alone Face to face; Contemplating the mirror of fire Until you both turn into ashes.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
The tress of loss
in my pressence you'll see me drinking tennents in the pub not in a nightclub switching to whiskey its quite risky because i get frisky so i'll drink gin it is a sin i just cant win had some smirnoff now im about to fall off my bar stool as i go to play pool looking like a fool i stumple out the bar and aproch my car the big five o in the far see me and take action i try to make a distraction so i can start my extraction this sparks an unwanted attraction from the faction and an interaction i start to fight and notice his hight i was like oh ***** Now getting lifted which i kinda requested as i shouted i was being molested canna believe that the peev on this fine eve had made me nieve as i greave in the car with police as i waint for release started with a pint of tennents and ended with a custodial sentence
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
Poem of thy Pub