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Hallie Bear Jul 2012
I am unreally smooth
I am a leopard, slinking swirling sinking my self 
Until you are caught
You don't relizes you are prey 
Until halfway down my throat
Even then you don't mind
The chase enchanted you
The flickering of my silky body
Entwining yours to mine
Slipping in and out of reach
Tantalizing and delicious to watch
Slight and strong wanting to be close and needed
A liquid firestorm dancing around you
The danger impossible, yet so arousing
Animalistic need 
So you cuddle into my fangs
And spoon the rips of flesh
And want to die so badly
If only to be closer to me.
Tina Jun 2017
im screaming inside dont just sit there and watch me fall, just be there to catch me before i hit the ground. dont just sore with me when i fly high on top of the world but run away when we have a rough landing. dont turn your back when i have nothing, but be there to collect my all, and give me nothing when ive given u my all.
how do i find the light when my light has dimmed to the point of non iexistance. unflammable. darkness clenched its rough grip around my soft heart, betrayel begins to harden this once loving vessel,broken trust slows down the rythm of my beating heart, lies and deciet slowly clogs my main artery,a layer of ice from dishonesty and unloyalty glazes over my beating ***** of existance. can this same vessel that beats life into my own being ever beat the emotion of giving and feeling real love to and from another being?trying to fight the incoming feelings  recieved from these new found beating hearts..they speak all the things my mind warns me about, i fight, but my beats continue to weaken as i listen to the rythem of theirs. they try to ignite this flame that i used to beat so strongly just to keep lit, but i fight their attempts at softening my hardened icy sheild, i have tunnel vision.. only seeing... hurt! mind is now trying to stay alert! telling the heart dont go there u been here before! dont love again.. u know what ur in for! sleepless nights and silent tears, broken hearted and wasted years. broken promises and bonds broken, seperation of emotion no more promising words spoken, alot of damage i had to help u repair, ask ur self heart do unreally wanna go there, to you pumping your agape love thru your very own veins,to only recieve aches and pain? i would hate to mend you all over again, but as strong as i am you always win. beat cautiously friend, soften slowly, love with precaution. listen for an idemtical beat, a heart worthy enough to coincide and colide with your beat of life! tread lightly for you are my dear friend but also my worst enemy! when u fail we all have to tend to you, we zap you back to life when you allow your teammate slash apponant ,well call it,to  seize you and squeeze you into a threatening stroke, draining all feeling to the rest of us, i,yes i,your mind had to find the time to quickly analize and decide to ressesitate you one last time, to gather the rest of this being to work togeter to get u up and beating... again... we are so very tired, so again frenemy.. think of u but think of me, u break and seiZe again, im officially done, next time a triplr bispass will need to get done, when that massive attack of heart break happens again then again my friend youll be on your own then. this excitement of recipricated emotion and hopefullness at a paralell beating of two hearts is only pumping this damage vessell harder while the fear that the mind instilled , reminded me still ,to continue to beat at a slow, careful, steady, lonly pace... so do i love again and let my heart race or keep this whole being safe and beat at a lonely, regretful, but safe pace.. to be continued..
Semihten5 Mar 20
I seen ends in the movies
you think its unreally
you are walking a road
steps were gone you only
no your heart
Donall Dempsey Oct 2016
GRIEF HAD ROBBED ME

I had( somehow )
lost my self.

Looked in all
the usual places.

The mind
( empty as bedamned ).

The heart
( a hollow laugh ).

Even memory
( not the merest sign ).

Grief had robbed me
of who I knew as me.

Left me nothing but
a full sized cardboard cut-out

of who I
used to be.

I felt like a movie set
house you know all

front & no
back.

Unreally I
appeared real.

"Hope it don't rain..."
my cardboard self

said to
itself.

— The End —