MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Category Archives: LIFE POETRY

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Hands withered, worn, tear, repeat, beat my skin

as they live in sin…

Why me, can’t they see, let me be, just a child,

wild, just one second from the rope, loss of

hope, nope, there were other plans for me

you see…..

A  baby, I will never see grow, seeds that

will never breed, bleed out the mothers

womb, tomb…..

Bars behind, in line, black and white to

keep quiet….

Fists clenched, drenched, murder on hands,

death trying to catch my breath, but, again,

not my time in rhyme….

Life on track, SHE has my back, my story

isn’t over, my four leaf clover……..

 

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Slow, low, on the go….

Can’t catch a breath, could

bleed to death….

Veins locked, balloon mocks….

Bruised, snoozed, i need some

clues…..

Can’t go deep, no need to weep,

trying to play for keeps in my

heart….beats…..

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For a time I am broken, heart swelling, welling because

i couldn’t be what you wanted and you couldn’t be what i

wanted….

So many tears have stained, gained my face, but, i

feel, and won’t be ashamed.

My veins travel wobbly now, a path uncertain,

but, only for a time….which soon shall pass…

 

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I’m not sure what to say here, dear….

You see, I’ve been hearing this song…

Every step you take, make…just for

sake, but i don’t believe in coincidences…really?

I don’t want to do….this…again….

You hurt me!

I feel light headed, feathery…

I don’t want to be a slave for you…do you

have a clue of my blues?

I believed in fairy tales, and

angel wings….life and death….

Maybe, I need to hold my breath,

would you come, save me?

Not sure with this thing we call life, what

is real, the deal….

Illusions dangle like diamonds, making promises

to sparkle always, and, I, just grey rainbows…not sure

which color to wear today…..

Not sure what to feel….bill….

Maybe, in the end, I was your test, and you

failed badly, sadly….

So, what do i do now that you are on my mind,

never left, always there..ready to tell stories or

the truth…?

Is there a ending…with us..with this….?

Every step i take, you’ll be watching…..

 

 

 

 

 


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You fucked me up buttercup, but

guess what?…..i don’t need your

wings, i have my own……


Doing what is told, be bold to be different……us, dirty little

secrets…sitting under scolded tongues..eyes cast down…

out on the town….

As the little girl grows up….finally learns….

“Don’t feel sorry for me, because you see, i am

finally in control.”

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I WISH I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IN THE WOMB, DOOM…..

NOW, I AM STUCK WITH YOU, FEATHERLESS DUSTER….

YOU PUSH ME ON THE SWING, ALL FOR THE TEAM, BUT

WAS IT REALLY ALL FOR ME?

LOVE MORE THAN ONE, BUT DOES ONE LOVE YOU

MORE?

COCKS TO DOCK, ALL TO FLOCK…..

ORGIES OVER POETRY, NOT A DRY EYE IN THE PLACE…..

I WELCOMED YOU WITH OPEN ARMS, BUT ALL YOU DONE

WAS HARM….

IN DREAMS YOU’LL SNEAK, BUT ONLY FOR A PEAK…..



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