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FakerCounterfeit People
If I stab myself, Will I always bleed? Hear me out, Was there a warning that I did not heed? Have I ignored the signs? Been found wanting, Fronting, Luke warm in my beliefs, I put myself around whores and thieves, Back stabbing, Soulless, Counterfeit people, That disgrace mankind, Bottom feeders are not hard to find, It does not make me one of them, Just because I associate with them, I understand why I do, They are the only people who, I do not feel inferior to. Faker
by ~poetrychild

Rest Little BabyRest Little Baby
I look into your eyes, As you lay your head on my chest, The squirming has finally stopped, I sing to you as you rest. I wonder if this is how my mother felt, Rocking me in a chair, Looking into my eyes, Running her fingers through my hair. Oh my baby, Your smile lights up my day, You laugh so much, You grow better in every way. I finally feel like I have really bonded with you, I will always put your needs first, I love you so much, My heart might burst. In your eyes I see the most perfect shade of blue, I see a Rest Little Baby
by ~poetrychild

MistakesMistakes
Fucked up, From an over filled cup, Not a cup of love and care, But a cup of wear and tear.
Spilling over everywhere.
Like a magnet I attract, The fuck ups that society will not take back.
From the mentally ill, Who function so well, To the timid volcanoes, That will thrive in hell.
The continuous joys, That I fear will be taken away, If I decide that I don’t want to stay.
Acceptance of another’s flaws, Do you need to abide by laws? Will my heart begin to break? If I walk away Mistakes
by ~poetrychild

intoxicatedIntoxicated

Writing while intoxicated, Seems to expand my mind, I look for a muse, There is not one to find.
Sobriety is difficult, When everyone around you does drugs, Wanna be drug dealers, Wanna be thugs.
I like the hippy crowd, The goth crowd as well, Overly religious people intimidate me, They think that I am going to hell. intoxicated
by ~poetrychild

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Ocean EyesIn the deep of channel sleep an ocean rests in eyes often bleek; fallen weak
a girl of gray arrives change and fear it dissapears she awakens by his side
loves take in open sounds and let their soulds collide
an empty aire no thrown to bare
their love has held no bounds
as both were ghosts
but loves the most
and flicker in and out
through the scent and open waves troubles they're forgot a melody, how sweet to see
a heart brought forth to rot Ocean Eyes
by ~mindless-mute

if i should die tomorrowif i should die tomorrow, this i must say, my first born boy; what a gift you are. the first moment mine eyes met yours, i knew it was written in the stars. this blessing bestowed upon me by Gods own grace. love comes rushing in every time i look at you, sleeping or at play. if i should die tomorrow i would want you to know that life is full of possibilities, dreams, and of hope. even in darkness the light will find a way if only you let it in. my life is overflowing with the bounty God has granted, a second light, a second son to warm my heart. if i should die tomorrow, i would tell you, my youngest boy; how you bring joy to all those you me if i should die tomorrow
by *bkitten1

Where Are YouAre You close enough to catch me when I fall Or are you so far away You can't see me at all Can You hear me when I cry inside Could Your ear to me have died Do You see me when I screw up So many times, you've given up When I'm in pain do You give a healing hand Or am I left broken, bleeding unable to stand Tired, I call out to You again Asking You to hold me until the end Where Are You
by ~dudefrufru

100 Themes - MirrorI stand in front of the mirror at night, when the house is quiet and the sky is dark.
Sometimes I try on clothes that I can never wear. Tops with arms unhidden, that noone's seen in years.
Sometimes I just stand there imagining what could have been. Pressing fingers along fading lines where flashing silver danced and played.
Sometimes I take a blade, and run it through my skin and I watch in the mirror as the feelings drip free. 100 Themes - Mirror
by ~Echoes-of-the-Dead

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neihbors in hell

Sat Sep 26, 2009, 9:19 PM

I fucking hate people, fake ass, talking behind your back, lying, pieces of shit fucking people.
And they are everywhere, everywhere i look, where i live, where i work. I don't why i waste the energy on even stressing on such trash. Yet here i sit, i've cried, i've yelled. nothing has changed tomorrow they will be there still. Smiling to your face, as they twist the knife further into your spine until you are paralyzed.
Paralyzed, then dead, after your dead they will raid your corpse for spare change.
I do not believe money makes you better than others,
I do not believe a lack of money makes you any less a quality human.
But the lack of quality humans is horrible.
I thought that with beliefs and morals and values that you were a good person.
Maybe i should not let trash hurt me. I don't know why i should care that junkies and whores, call me a hermit and stuck up.
If i smoked pot and cheated on my husband nightly well fuck i would be an awesome person.
I want to move to a small little piece of property and never have to live above or below another person again.
I am so unhappy with where i live i want to screm.
My husband wants to be mister social butterfly and i am subjected to trash.

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