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| A Simple Fcuk |
each day brand new
and the fact that the
taste of your lips is fading just as fast as my keeps beating scares me...
it scares me to death
as i lay in bed
the
pillow beside me lays unmoved
untouched, but not unnoticed
for i can remember how my head would fall ever so gently
against it
as you lay me down to make your mark
caressing my face as you let me feel the ecstasy you were feeling
as my pants fall to the floor
and your hand goes inside me
reaching my every curve
knowing how to make me
speak
and as we would make love between the sheets for the three hours God had given us alone
without the world to
judge
without someone to object
i never would have thought i'd have to say goodbye to the only one who ever made me
feel this way
as i lay there, i remember the words i said to you
as we held each others uncovered bodies
never
let me go i say
as you just nod off to sleep
casual sex at the time it seemed
but as i look back on it, it now
means something more
was it fate that gave us that night together
or just one of us getting lucky?
was it alwasy
meant to be this way
or was it just a one night stand
and i'm the whore of the week
tell me before you're gone
forever
and i can't even tell the shape of your face anymore
tell me
was it love
ot just a simple fuck
well...was
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| Brain Damage |
i still cut
and no one knows it
they
think i'm ok
that i'll be fiine
but what they don't know
is that i'm sick
mentally sick
and no one can
help me
everyone says i'm ready to go home
move on with my life
and become the great person i am
if only they
knew
that i'm sick
sick in the head
and i can't help myself
neither can you
so stop telling me everything's
gonna be ok
cause it's not
in my world
it's foggy and bloody
in my world
it's filled with scars, cut,
and bruises
it sucks in my world
my void
in my head...
i still cut
but they say it's in my head
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| © Cymone Dillard, 2003-05-30 |
| Can't Break the Gay Chick
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you see me walk in with a girl in hand
i’m
all dressed up in my suit and we both look grand
we wait to be greeted by all my friends
and have what’s supposed
to be the greatest night begin
the funny things is that that night never came
cause you homophobes were too busy to
complain
that there were two lesbians kissing on the dance floor
and you ain’t taking this gay shit no more
so you whispered about us and gave dirty looks
thinking what I wouldn’t see you
thinking that I wouldn’t
have the strength it took
to get through the night with all the shit you put me through
but you know what, I have
as much right to be there as you do
i was just trying to have as much fun as you would’ve had
if you wanted
to be a guy and you were a ‘fag’
trying to take pictures of me and my girl with your little cam
you guys
just hatin cause I look better than you when I dress in drag
so get over yourself-I’m gay and proud
and if you
don’t like it, well that’s too bad isn’t it now
cause I can never be like you
nor do I ever want
to
so deal with it
oh and by the way-my date was prettier than yours!
…i’m here, I’m queer-get
board with it!...
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| people suck-and this a great example:
went to prom with a special girl of mine in a tux and all i got from everyone was dirty looks, laughs, and now rumors-but
just because there are asshole homophobes out there in the world doesn't mean i should stop being gay-i am what i am and i
can't help it. god made me this way and if it was meant to be then why should i change for people? and for those who don't
like me being gay-you guys can suck my strap-on! | | © Cymone Dillard, 2004-04-05
| It Bleeds No More |
my arm bleeds no more
not for you
not for her
no one
my scars have healed
and the razor blades aren't stained with my crimson blood
the
knives are locked away
and i can finally say i've fought the urge
my eyes shed tears no more
i'm over you
over her
over and done with
the pools of misery have dried up
and i've made a safe bet that nothing can bring
me down
today's the day when i can finally say
fuck you all-
good riddance and good day!
my heart bleeds
no more
now i feel
now i love
and now i hurt
because letting go is the hardest thing to do
but now that
i'm better i have the strength to move on
so watch me now as i sleep the day away
and yet wake up tomorrow
better
brand new
unbroken
forget this name and face
just as i have yours
I bleed no more
but someday you
will... |
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| © Cymone Dillard, 2004-08-23 |
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| Padded Wall |
I looked at him sitting there
in
his plush leather chair
he mocked the way I dressed
how could anyone resist.
Don't worry it didn't take long
he
probably didn't feel much pain
he tried to say that I was insane!
I was daft, a failure a hideous child
but now
I'm free from his voice
in my room of no noise,
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| © Alex Rhymer, 2004-09-22 |
| My Body Is Yours |
i know you want to hurt me.
i am the one
who wants the pain because its from you.
i know you want to touch me.
use me
break me
fuck me
abuse me
although i know you lie, i believe
although you know i love, you deceive
the pain you cause me, turns me on more.
the more shit you call me, the more i want to be your whore
the more you slip away, the more i desire
the harsher
you are, the more im set on fire
dont leave me, i need you.
i need you to make me feel like shit
i need you to
drag me down
i need you to cause me pain
i just want to love you.
your the only one i have.
the only one who
cares.
isnt that right?
no, not at all
you dont care
your never there
you rise, i drop
you
laugh, i cry
you live, inside i die
i want you to touch me
feel my pain and misery
feel me, deeper...harder..
you can feel it cant you?
the pain that YOU made me feel
my body isnt mine.
my body is yours.
so
fuck me all you want, pretty soon i wont feel
the pleasure, the sensuality
fuck me then kill me
im better off
dead, then with you
i was yours for way to long
kill me or i will kill you.
then my soul will be set free
no more you and me.
burn, mother fucker, burn
the knife in your heart, farther ill turn
rip out your heart,
still bleeding and beating
ill set your heart on fire, with a warm greeting
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| © SaMAnThA, 2004-06-28 |
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| Pinned up against the wall |
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He wanted to see if I would really do it
I try and argue my point
He could have
no compassion for my feelings
No understanding of the risk of being hurt
Not a shred of the feelings he said he used
to have
Just lust
He wanted to see if I would actually do it
Repeating over and over again
And I try in vain
to make him see
The pain he caused when his eyes met mine
The regret he made me feel
The disgrace that comes with
self hatred
He wanted to see if I would actually do it
And I hate to disappoint
But I didn't
Now I know I
made the right choice
Even as we lay here talking
I have one less thing to regret
His words stroke my heart
In an effort to coax me back
To regain the power he once held
Lies, lies I now know
Lies that he can no longer
hide behind
He wanted to see if I would actually do it
But I'm not giving in
You can't just stop loving someone
he says
I can try |
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| © Michelle W, 2004-06-21 |
| First Time |
Tears of pearls,
Stream down her chest.
Holding
her close...
He does his best.
His eyes meet hers,
Kissing away,
Soft succulent tears.
A gentle deflower,
Of tender years.
His masculine hands,
His mind of clear,
Gently kisses her lips,
And caresses her
rear.
Their pulses rise,
Their heartbeats pound...
Their hands exploring,
Without a sound.
First
time,
They'd be together...
He lays her down,
Like a floating feather.
She peeks in his eyes,
In lovers
fashion...
Rising to occasion,
With lusts due passion.
She pulls him deep,
Into her soul...
She gives
into him,
With lost control.
Fires burning,
In their hearts...
Hell hath no fury,
Can separate, nor
part.
Their mouths of passion,
Entwined in turmoil,
A woman blooms,
From within this girl.
Moans
of ectasy,
Fill the night...
Incense and candles.
Flickering bright.
Dancing bodies,
Sheets soaked
thru...
Bodies glistening,
Like morning dew.
Rose petals satin,
Lay round in sight...
Champagne flows,
Throughout the night.
Rhythmic bodies,
Rocked deep in pleasure...
No immortal man,
Could ever measure.
Loves glistened bodies,
Insides tingling,
With emotional pleasures deep...
Entwinded in each other,
Fall
exhausted,
In arms. ..asleep. |
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| © jbbfreeze, 2002-08-04 |
| From the Broken Heart of a 13 Year Old |
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Today is different
I don't look at you the same. I don't look at you and
say to myself 'I wish he'd love me'
Because this morning when i woke up it just clicked
Just like that
I realized
that you can never love me
You won't let yourself
But that's all on you, not me
It was you're decision, not mine
So when you're thinking 'I wish she'd love me'
Remember that day when you told me that we'd never be anything more
than friends... |
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| A very wise 13 year old enlightened me earlier today. This is not my work, but his, or
something he has found. It touched me, and I hope it has the same effect on you. My only contribution is a consolation to
those who find themselves in the same situation, or a word of advice to those who find themselves in love: "Never let him
become everything to you, because when he is gone, you will be left with nothing." | | © Kirsty, 2003-05-10 |
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| Him |
Breaking down my thoughts,
Filling emotional holes.
Bringing back
out mysteries,
That were burried in my soul.
Funny enough his technique,
Caught me by surpries.
He didn't
have to say a word,
He just stared into my eyes.
It's been so long since I felt real,
Took me out of the dark
place.
It only took one smile from him,
To put glow back on my face.
I thank him everyday,
For freeing
me from my hell.
I wil forever be in his debt,
More than I can ever tell.
My sadness has faded away,
For
love is a good mood.
Until the day he inspires again,
This poem is to be continued. |
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| © Sara, 2004-09-23 |
| Cravings |
I'm craving your arms around my body,
I can still feel your embrace.
I'm craving your eyes in front of me,
I can still see your smiling face.
Constant cravings all the time.
I
want to be with you as much as I can.
Cravings coming to me at the worst times,
Always wanting to be around this man.
I'm craving your laughter when you smile,
I want to hear that sound.
I'm craving clap push-ups on the floor,
I want to hear the clap and pound.
Constant cravings from the pit of my gut,
So whirled I lost my plan.
Cravings
consuming my every thought,
Always wanting to be around this man.
I'm craving your intellegence and your words,
I want to hear your thoughts.
I'm craving to massage all over your back,
I want to release your spirit and knots.
Constant cravings always on my mind,
So hot in my mind I need a fan.
Cravings changing my every thought,
Always
wanting to be arond this man. |
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| © Sara, 2004-09-22 |
| If You Did, You Wouldn't Have |
Restatement
Variability
Dysfunction
Reduction
Processed
Stolen
Flattened
Repackaged
Devolution
You don't know
Gone
You don't know
Lost
inside a loss of bleed
Facsimile
No I won't shut up
and No
You don't
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| © Requiem, 2004-04-02 |
| Ha. |
What am I doing?
Accomplishing nothing
Questioning my existence
I've slid too far into the fuckpit
to sincerely want an answer
What are my beliefs?
Have I any
at all?
Why do I feel like such a bad person?
How can I truly be free?
Do I really want to know?
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| © Requiem, 2004-04-02 |
| What? |
I've never done much thinking about it before now
but I'm convinced
that
every cynic is a closet romantic
and the darker and more indifferent their outlook on the world
the more scared they
are inside
and the more disillusioned they are
that the world they wanted was not the one they got
Or maybe
it's just me
with my practiced disinterest
yet sincere boredom
I have to seem to need no one
or my chance
at anyone falls away
Is a loser no longer a loser
just because he has acquired friends?
No
He's still
just a fuckup
Demoralized
and dismayed
because he does not know and did not create the circumstances
that
made him such an outsider to start with
and lost
confused because
What exactly is a "loser"?
Sometimes
I look and see how everything is wonderful
despite all the glaring imperfections
for only a second
the second
I look past the fact that it's all foundationed
by a pedestal of maggot-ridden shit
Everyone is right
Everyone
is wrong
Personally I can't help wondering why
the people who rave about the depravity
and how we have forgotten
what right and wrong is
are the same people who tell us
it was the knowledge of good and evil
that got us into
this shit to start with
But I'm an idiot too
with my own load of rhetorical bullshit
and a slew of questions no
one could ever answer
because there are no real answers
No solutions
just more complications
more questions
more things that don't make sense |
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