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on Thursday, April 27 @ 08:14:31 UTC
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: The Pusher
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on Thursday, April 27 @ 08:14:31 UTC
darkdream writes:: " You don't care
If I can't bare
Another moment
Of your stare
You just lie
Through your eyes
Until it rips up
The core of my mind
You believe
That your needs
Surpass mine
Yet I waste your time
I would have left
But his death
Keeps me coming back
To your ass
I don't know
Where to go
I wish I hadn't of been so cold
Now you're in control
And the world is crystal clear
With out him
Dancing on my every whim
That I made
As if to say
I was so great
Yet I was so vain
And to conceited
To give him what he needed
My intentions
Were to blame
So I’m stuck here with you
Just dying for the truth
I am tugged
I am drugged
I am pushed
Ambushed
By your demons
And your semen
Wish I were dreaming
But I’m not
The clock won’t stop
As my heart begins to rot
And my soul feels so hot
Although I try
Not to comply
When you do begin to cry
But you look
So solemn, left on a hook
To wilt and die
So I push
And I strain
As he continues
To call my name
And I bleed
In my need
To redeem
That ecstasy
So let me go
Before I blow
Off my head
And then I will be dead
You’re not concerned
With my heart burns
And the blisters
And the twisters
Left on my memories
Those once were so sweet
So you tread
Until you find yourself dead
"
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Re: The Pusher (Score: 1)
by Mephistor on Thursday, April 27 @ 16:32:14 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | | I find this poem very devastating. I hope you feel beter now then when you wrote this poem. For it sounds like you are suffacating. I sure hope you can find joy or some form of self-control. I hope you are healthy. I hope you are not too young writting all these terrible things. Because I reckon many a thing in your poetry. I myself am dark at heart -like from an age of darkness- from a continent lost. But I recovered and have started my journeys upwards again, eating and drinking like never before, sleeping sound with pleasant dreams. I am experiencing a renaisance to be honest. I really feel alive when I sense what is left of my natural self, what I am capable of with my hands and wit. I feel strong like a man. I hope you can find strength too. So read a good book, a Russian clasic I would propose. Be a friendly stranger or be a honest friend, be among living things, and observe to enjoy yourself. |
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