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of clouds and lightningyour lips crashed into mine
with such velocity,
the lasting momentum
could cause thunder to roll on
for an eternity.
your frame cascaded over mine
and enveloped me in fallacy.
the electric air is truly envious
of just how cruel you can be.
the clouds weep.
they, too, are ripped apart,
time and time again. quickly.
always the same, an endless cycle.
it goes on.
sprites and sparks reach down
from the skies, through the clouds,
to caress the earth briefly
and ultimately set it ablaze.
ventingyou are more infectious than the goddamn
human immunodeficiency virus.
you crawl through a person's veins and body
and wrack their minds with manipulation.
you build them up with words of pettily worded adoration,
then slice them apart with a simple "i was lying."
that is all you seem to do. how much of you
is even real, i wonder?
a hundred pounds of fallacy on top of me.
literally. how absolutely crude.
ironic, it seems. you love the crude.
and yet when i attempt to whisper my feelings,
like insects at your tiny morbid feet, they rush by!
noticed, yes, but ignored. you do not even bother
to stomp all over them as they crawl
under your toes, begging for light again.
Melatonin Mondaymorning mist of
melatonin drenched mondays
lies sifting in the wind
i never understood
why they named storms
i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
shock me like an electric volt
i need revival
lather rinse repeat
lather rinse repeat
garbage lining old roads
garbage lining false words
is there a difference?
i taste blood
when i think of you too much
lather rinse repeat
lull me back to sleep
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me to.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life,
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
FadeToo ashamed to keep you alive
But too attached to let you die
You want to humiliate me? Fine,
I banish you to nothing at all
But I’ll remake you, change my mind
Again, you’ll be a part of my life
I’ll try to make it all alright
I’ll stay this way, sit and stall
But I’ll know you shouldn’t stay
Can’t fix the broken heart I made
In the end I’ll let you fade
I’ll be too tired to carry on
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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