"The
place where breaking up starts to feel better."
Author: Demona,
Have you heard these words before?
I'd die for you;
I can't imagine going through life without you.
I love you.
I would do anything for you.
I want a second chance.
I can't stop loving you.
You mean everything to me.
I love you with all my heart and soul, more rthan
everybody I've ever
loved.
I promise I'll never leave you / hurt you.
C'mon now, we've all heard these/ said these words
before. How many of
us meant them? All these woerds are a lie, if anyone
tellys you this,
you can't trust them! Make them prove it!! Otherwise,
you'll fall for it
and get fucked over!!
(If anyone out there asks someone for a second chance, BE
SINCERE!! DON"T FUCK UP A SECOND CHANCE!! Some people
aren't so lucky to get one. Hehe. I was stupid enough to give
that someone a second chance. Can you guess what happened?)
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Author: Sarah
A short bit to HIM...
Just a little poem I wrote about him after he told me it wouldn't
work...if you've read my other note, you know what I'm talking
about...
The Ballad of Adam
Bizarre assumptions and ludicrous twists
Pointed daggers and random fists
Jabbing and beating me into believing
Laugh cause I know now – you’re so deceiving
Smile my love and you don’t fight fair
Made me believe, but it was never there
You are the emblem of my weakness
And the reason for my meekness
Hit me thrill me hurt me kill me
Touch me – I am yours.
My strength was a thing unknown until
I tried to break my own heart’s will
Obsession you can be so cruel
This silent torment – I am a fool
I thought it was god I thought it was fate
I found the truth but far too late
It wasn’t my turn, it wasn’t my time
I stepped off a sheer cliff, there’s nothing to climb
Beat me bleed me break me feed me
To my demons – I’m your science project.
I only saw I wanted to see
There was nothing to end my misery
Hope is a boon and hope is a bane
Hope was the source of my every pain
Blinded by tears I vainly fought back
God only laughed he cuts me no slack
What was the point of your treachery?
In putting my faith in sure tragedy?
Beat me bleed me break me feed me
To my demons – I’m your Lucifer.
(I do not hate him – I cannot hate him
In fact, I wish him well,
I know now what I didn't then
It is not truly his fault, and it remains
The obscene truth – it drives me even madder
That I have only myself to blame.)
Horrors prance but memories fade
My heart is gone my dues are paid
You had your chance you tore me up
From within, and now my cup
Oveflows with gratitude
And it’s relief that I exude
I’m only glad it’s done at last
You are forgotten; you are my past
Beat me bleed me break me free me
From myself – I am my own.
You are the ruins of my heart.
You are the ashes of my deceit.
You are the shadows of my pain.
You are the ways of my delusion.
No more, little boy.
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Author: gone asunder
Gone Asunder
Even thinking of the prick of a rose
Could cause disruption which only grows
Was it even worth the smell?
When I dared reach, it hurt like hell!
The soft gentle petals of his gentle care
The entrancing fragrance of his face so fair
Oh how honest was his loving face
His absence only caused disgrace
Smiling so as if to help
I bled so long and still I yelp
Maybe that's where the rose gets it's color
So rich and alive, but short-lived gone asunder
Yet the thorns are still strong
They know where they belong
The flower just blooms and then dies
Since it fell from the tall-telling lies
Could then a new bud then form?
Or would it get ate by a worm?
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Author: found words...
The perfect man
The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel or mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps himself so clean
The perfect man likes children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
And a good husband to his bride
The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and ironing too
He'll do anything in his power
To convey his love for you
The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry about your name
He's a best friend to his mother
And kisses away your pain
He has never made you cry
Or battered you in any way
To hell with this endless banter
The perfect man is gay!!
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kittybitch
The light bled onto my skin
Spark a flame
light dripping
cold ice melts on my tongue and I
watch you, ephemeral,
waiting
your nails trace over my skin
where the ice has melted
the light dripped
like melting ice
onto my skin
and I watched you,
half believing
you would
betray yourself
and love me
the ice slips down my throat
and I think I can trace it
as it slides,
my tongue numb
Your long dark hair
lay on my breasts
and you didn’t say a word
That’s the best thing a girl can be
in this world,
he repeated,
a beautiful little fool
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ellybelly
This is the story of my life, working backwards
From the ecstatic moment a moment ago when I finally
understood that
we were (and all are) joined (and have always and will always
be joined)
with ever and all
In the fulcrum of our souls, balanced
On the delicate tip of your tongue on the achingly sweet edge
between being and coming, to
The scrolled back days of sadness when I believed so completely
In my own Tragic Flaw that I saw evidence
Like invisible hieroglyphs tattooed on my skin,
like some compelling reason encoded in my DNA and
Freely available as information to anyone who cared to take
on my abandonment, to
The breaking-open joy and cosmic awe-fear I felt as my body
became
the door-mouth of the lives of my daughters, widened and split
and I held them each bloody and free in my arms
and at long last kissed their lips, to
How confidently and childishly I wed myself to Nothing,
believing that if I screwed my eyes closed tightly and wished
for sufficient love, that the spoken words that day like forever
and trust would become some potent talisman on time
and magically make truth out of hope, to
The morning before the day I completely forgot I knew, when
I woke before my fracturing parents
and stepped onto the dew-sparkled grass (I was eleven), alive
with the understanding that
I would disappoint, that I would be disappointed, over and
over and over again, and
that I would suffer both to the marrow of my bones and
that I would survive both and continue to survive both,
over and over and over again,
to
The days, rich with simple words and plain eloquence,
pain and pleasure as solid and real as a crayon,
sandboxes and sleep and surprise, when I loved things and
You
without fear of loss, to
the time of trust when I and love and this world and You
were one thing,
concentrated in the sweet reposing act of nursing all life
from the cradling arms of the the mother of my life, from
which You and I and
all things flow, to
my first breath of this world's thin air,
my first eye cracking glimpse at this world's imperfect sublime
light, to
the original spark, to
the velvet, dark Is, the very source of the achingly sweet
moment
between becoming and being…
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