A Poem That Heal your wounds

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Bury him/her/them
Rules;
1)      Write your most heartbreak love poem, do it in a way, why against who ever you are writing on. Or about.
2)      One post. And it has to be new. So think about it.
3)      Im not deciding who is the winner.
4)      Some of the poets, that does not post in this competition will be receiving invitation, to come and vote.
5)      Their votes are going to be post by them. Name and points next to it.
6)      Ill make sure that the voters, are not in the competition
7)      One post, and please, be very simple about the writing, not so fancy, please, let me see your pain. And how your poem heals you up.
8)      Scale of vote, it will be at the end, listed by name, and points, on scale from 0-5.
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i see you down the hall
i run up
my face is getting hot
i bet its turning red
i openmy mouth to speak
this is a big day
i confess
you turn around aand look at me
you say
"oh wait were you talking to me?
sorry but that just pitiful,
you think i actually could like you?
your ugly, a real downer,
your face is all messed up,
your eyes are dull and reflect no light,
a shadow fallows you around,
a storm cloud hangsabove your head,
and frankly nobody likes you"
my heart
in that very instance cracks like glass
it shatters
i fall to the ground
still looking him in the eye
ring ring
"oh look its time to go home"
he walks away
im falling
there must be a huge gaping hole under me
im drownding
i cant breathe
the puddle from my tears grows
my chest hurts
it must be from all the shards of my heart in my blood stream
i will learn from this
i will be stronger



(those were his actual words. i keep them in my heart to help me grow and become stronger)

The Ultimate Deception

He didnt know...
that I already knew
before he even answered me...
but I ...just let his deception
flow over me like scaulding water
Feeling as though my pores would explode
with the strain....
of trying to remain....
calm.
Then...days past...
with him humming and singing
and buying new bedsheets
and me...feeding our children
and cleaning up the mess
He always seemed to leave behind...
All the while knowing... I could never clean up
the mess he left in my mind.
Seething...like an open wound
while I watched him make plans to rendezvous
with her...while he was still under my roof
This scene was living proof that there
most certaintly was a God...because he was the only
thing keeping me...from killing him....
At that time
He even kissed me on my cheek before I went out
with my so called girlfriends....
He put the children to bed...and told me
He was gonna catch up on some much needed rest.
As she laughed...I saw him squeeze her ass before
I even walked out the door.
All the while I feel as though I have swallowed
The whole state of Texas .....tumbleweeds and all
as I try to smile back at him before we left...I
Wanted to snatch that narrow minded wided hipped bitch
from the steering wheel while she laughed and joked
with me knowing....in just a few hours...
she would find some exscuse to slip away...
and go to MY HOME
and fuck MY HUSBAND....
As time past ...and we danced...
Like clockwork she suddenly didnt feel so well
and decided to Leave me and the other ladies behind...
By this time I was clearly outside my right mind
and the pain I felt simply can not be defined...
But I made my way to a cab about 20 minutes later anyway
I had the driver pull up to the side of the house instead of the front....
As my stomache did flipps inside itself allowing my stomache acid to sit in places it shouldnt...
I crept pensively to my OWN DOOR....
as if I was The criminal...
as if I was the thief....
Turning My lock that I had earlier greased
slowly tipping up MY OWN staircase...
and kicking in MY OWN bedroom door....
To find him writhing and moaning
and thrusting into this ....
Ex best friend of mine...
This ....was the moment that defined my
reality...My Husband....Was Fucking
My ex best friend...doggy style no less
and as My mind tried desperately to find
SOMETHING to hold on too all I could scream
was one word...."Why!"
It was as if The matrix came to life
and Morpheus was reminding me that the matrix
wasnt real...but you could still die in it if you believed...
So I wondered as I took the beer bottle in my hand
I wondered .... If He would bleed...
When I smacked him up beside his head...
He....almost made it impossible for me to breathe
ever again...
But because of Him..
I learned a valuable lesson  or two
1)Never give your heart Away...just share it with someone
that way if they try to break it ..you can always take back.
2)When your man starts buyings bed sheets....watch his ass!

The Small Hours.

Cradle me safely in the warmth of our dreams
hold still our memories in vast array
touch my face and breathe me in
and know that here, I will forever stay.

The dance is slowing to a minor sound
the drum beats quieten in my mind
and I love you, with my very last breathe
in the empty room we often find

ourselves laid bare in shades of truth
your green eyes fading into grey
and you hold me close to your heavy chest
and pray that it will not end this way.

For we are lost, yet to be found
for we are lost, and still we search deep
the questions to the answers
that leave our lips in broken sleep.

Hold still my memory in your mind
and kiss my picture in its frame
and whisper, like you know I can hear
the way you softly speak my name.

THANKS FishCake, FOR THE BEEING THE FIRST.
GOOD.

Collapse;

Let the world fall down in on itself,
what difference will it make if I too,
fall with it?
This world you left me the burden of,
it's breaking my shoulders and I know
you don't care.
I hope you are so happy with that woman,
hope you to have finally achieved something
I couldn't give.
Maybe if I strain myself a bit harder,
I can remove myself from this everlasting
and never-ending dark.
Where has the light gone this time around?
The light of love, fading into greedy hands,
grabbing for it.
I cannot reach it, cannot strain myself much
further, my fingertips cannot be scorched
by the flame.
I wish everyday that you'd return and make this
world a bit lighter so it's not breaking my back.
I miss you.
Every day, you pass through my mind, that even now
I cannot hate you for loving another and leaving
me behind you.
I'm collapsing, like a ballerina who just finished
her act, a marionette whose strings were just cut.
I am collapsing...

FIREBYRD, YOU DID A GOOD JOB, ON THIS PART I LIKE

feeding our children
and cleaning up the mess
He always seemed to leave behind...
All the while knowing... I could never clean up
the mess he left in my mind.

SENA

Cinny said:Collapse;

Let the world fall down in on itself,
what difference will it make if I too,
fall with it?
This world you left me the burden of,
it's breaking my shoulders and I know
you don't care.
I hope you are so happy with that woman,
hope you to have finally achieved something
I couldn't give.
Maybe if I strain myself a bit harder,
I can remove myself from this everlasting
and never-ending dark.
Where has the light gone this time around?
The light of love, fading into greedy hands,
grabbing for it.
I cannot reach it, cannot strain myself much
further, my fingertips cannot be scorched
by the flame.
I wish everyday that you'd return and make this
world a bit lighter so it's not breaking my back.
I miss you.
Every day, you pass through my mind, that even now
I cannot hate you for loving another and leaving
me behind you.
I'm collapsing, like a ballerina who just finished
her act, a marionette whose strings were just cut.
I am collapsing...

YOUR LAST STANZA, OH MY GOD IT* WAS REALLY SIMPLE AS I ASK, AND VERY GOOD.

Conversations
She came to me in the middle of the night;
Shaking and shivering full of fright. 
She said " I had a terrible dream";
It woke me up, and had to scream. 

"Calm down dear, Daddy's here!";
Honey their is nothing to fear. 
She couldn't get a word out as she tried;
Just laid there in my arms and cried. 

"Pookie please tell me what is wrong";
"Daddy I dreamt that you were gone".
"Baby daddy's did not go anywhere"
No matter what I said it was as if I wasn't there. 

I told her that everything is alright;
You will have good dreams the rest of the night. 
I sat their for what else could I say?;
I will ask again during the day. 

She called me and told me "I remember what it all was;
I'm afraid to tell you just because". 
" Baby: please tell me what was wrong!"
" I was afraid that you will be gone".

"I will always be here with you no matter what"
"Don't cry no more my little peanut";
So we talk about some funny stuff.
Then she said "daddy please don't worry I will be tuff". 

I felt as if she was stronger than me that day;
For the last thing she had to say. 
"Daddy don't worry I will be tuff";
To hold back my tears was awful rough. 

She call for me later that night;
Saying that she had a fright.
"Pookie please tell me what's on your mind";
"Daddy do you ever have something to hide behind?"

I had told her I only had one fear;
That is not to be able to wipe your tear. 
"Daddy you build me up, and make me strong";
"I'm just making sure your not gone!"

She called for me once again;
"Daddy I don't know where to start; where to begin"
"Honey you can tell me anything you want; I said";
"Daddy I want to sleep in your bed".

"My dearest darling I wish you could";
"You just go to sleep and be good!"
"Daddy I don't want you to be shocked";
" I know you can't drawl blood from a rock"

Those words that echoed in my mind
So long;
How she will be tuff and so strong. 
This four year old who would never say good-bye;
She's tearing me down and made me cry. 

I called to her the very next day, and told her I have something important to say;
"Daddy's coming I will be there to stay!"
My beautiful child of mine broke down in tears;
"Daddy I will I have no more fears?".

She met me when I got off the plane;
We both had grown up, and not the same. 
I remembered her just a cute;
She snapped back and gave me a salute. 

I was trained to be tough as a nail;
To cry in my daughters arms; did I fail?
"See daddy your were afraid like me";
"I just had to know if I could be".

To see my little girl to be such a trooper;
I thought it was nice, and even super. 
Around her neck she still wore my dog tag;
"Daddy every time I thought of you I would salute our flag!"

How can my Pookie understand what it is like in war?;
When she could barely open her dresser door. 
The hardest thing for a father;
Is going to war, and leaving his daughter. 

I've seen death and have been shot;
Nothing ever hurt as bad as she fought. 
My little girl said she would be tuff;
I know now she had the right stuff.

She does not let me too far from sight;
For she never wants to have to fight. 
I think that she walked the walk;
She drew water from a rock. 

My Pookie is now eight;
She has grown up and still makes sure that I'm not late. 
She tells me how I made her strong;
I think as a father; I was wrong. 

She knows now what I was;
She says" Daddy, I know just because".
She doesn't get mad or even hyper;
Even though I was a sniper. 

To this day it is really rough;
Just to know that she is so tuff. 



Conversations from my daughter, and I;
The only woman that made me cry!

I LOVE YOU FALISATIE NOEL!

Written by Atropabelladonna    
Published 5th February 2012 2:33pm  
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

Up In Flames.

I hate everything about this day,
The tears you will not let me cry.
I despise the heat and lump in my throat.
Still, I'd never whine....

My head slams into the drywall,
My knees sink onto hardwood.
My arms wrap themselves around me,
Like I'd fix me if I could.

No sound escapes my lips.
I bite them almost through,
Then I gather up your gifts.
I know you never meant them true.

It all goes in a cardboard box,
Descending down into the dirt.
Up in flames, marijuana kisses,
I show everyone your worth.

It's all these ashes, an illusion.
What you've done to me.
I scrape them out, scattered memories.
Toss them to the wind I breathe.

i cut the string
that connected my heart to my soul
so i could give it to her
wrapped ever so neatly in a box with a ribbon tied in a bow
as i place it ever so gently within its container i remember that I am still wide open
for the world to see
so i get to work sewing myself back up knowing it will scar
but i can not help but smile to see the look on her face when
i give her my heart like she always wanted
as i step up the steps
gift in hand
i knock
three times upon the wood for good luck
and she opens the door with surprise on her face
as i smile and hand it to her
she opens it and begins to cry
she mumbles and stumbles over her words
saying she's s sorry but it just can't be
as she hands my heart back to me
i walk away
thinking there is work to be done
as i pull the stitches from my chest
making as little mess as i could
when i looked down i saw my heart had been frozen over
where her tears had fallen
so i threw it away
no use for a cold heart
and i went on my way looking for a new one

GOOD JOB GUYS, MAKING IT DIFFICULT.

Atropabelladonna said:Conversations
She came to me in the middle of the night;
Shaking and shivering full of fright. 
She said " I had a terrible dream";
It woke me up, and had to scream. 

"Calm down dear, Daddy's here!";
Honey their is nothing to fear. 
She couldn't get a word out as she tried;
Just laid there in my arms and cried. 

"Pookie please tell me what is wrong";
"Daddy I dreamt that you were gone".
"Baby daddy's did not go anywhere"
No matter what I said it was as if I wasn't there. 

I told her that everything is alright;
You will have good dreams the rest of the night. 
I sat their for what else could I say?;
I will ask again during the day. 

She called me and told me "I remember what it all was;
I'm afraid to tell you just because". 
" Baby: please tell me what was wrong!"
" I was afraid that you will be gone".

"I will always be here with you no matter what"
"Don't cry no more my little peanut";
So we talk about some funny stuff.
Then she said "daddy please don't worry I will be tuff". 

I felt as if she was stronger than me that day;
For the last thing she had to say. 
"Daddy don't worry I will be tuff";
To hold back my tears was awful rough. 

She call for me later that night;
Saying that she had a fright.
"Pookie please tell me what's on your mind";
"Daddy do you ever have something to hide behind?"

I had told her I only had one fear;
That is not to be able to wipe your tear. 
"Daddy you build me up, and make me strong";
"I'm just making sure your not gone!"

She called for me once again;
"Daddy I don't know where to start; where to begin"
"Honey you can tell me anything you want; I said";
"Daddy I want to sleep in your bed".

"My dearest darling I wish you could";
"You just go to sleep and be good!"
"Daddy I don't want you to be shocked";
" I know you can't drawl blood from a rock"

Those words that echoed in my mind
So long;
How she will be tuff and so strong. 
This four year old who would never say good-bye;
She's tearing me down and made me cry. 

I called to her the very next day, and told her I have something important to say;
"Daddy's coming I will be there to stay!"
My beautiful child of mine broke down in tears;
"Daddy I will I have no more fears?".

She met me when I got off the plane;
We both had grown up, and not the same. 
I remembered her just a cute;
She snapped back and gave me a salute. 

I was trained to be tough as a nail;
To cry in my daughters arms; did I fail?
"See daddy your were afraid like me";
"I just had to know if I could be".

To see my little girl to be such a trooper;
I thought it was nice, and even super. 
Around her neck she still wore my dog tag;
"Daddy every time I thought of you I would salute our flag!"

How can my Pookie understand what it is like in war?;
When she could barely open her dresser door. 
The hardest thing for a father;
Is going to war, and leaving his daughter. 

I've seen death and have been shot;
Nothing ever hurt as bad as she fought. 
My little girl said she would be tuff;
I know now she had the right stuff.

She does not let me too far from sight;
For she never wants to have to fight. 
I think that she walked the walk;
She drew water from a rock. 

My Pookie is now eight;
She has grown up and still makes sure that I'm not late. 
She tells me how I made her strong;
I think as a father; I was wrong. 

She knows now what I was;
She says" Daddy, I know just because".
She doesn't get mad or even hyper;
Even though I was a sniper. 

To this day it is really rough;
Just to know that she is so tuff. 



Conversations from my daughter, and I;
The only woman that made me cry!

I LOVE YOU FALISATIE NOEL!

Written by Atropabelladonna    
Published 5th February 2012 2:33pm  
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.


VERY GOOD, MY MAN, I SO PROUD OF YOU,. YOU KNOW, MY SON ASKED ME THE OTHER DAY WHY I DONT SLEEP WITH HIM ANYMORE, I TOLD HIM WHEN YOU GROW UP, ASK YOUR MOM.

VERY GOOD.

BleedingInferno219 said:Up In Flames.

I hate everything about this day,
The tears you will not let me cry.
I despise the heat and lump in my throat.
Still, I'd never whine....

My head slams into the drywall,
My knees sink onto hardwood.
My arms wrap themselves around me,
Like I'd fix me if I could.

No sound escapes my lips.
I bite them almost through,
Then I gather up your gifts.
I know you never meant them true.

It all goes in a cardboard box,
Descending down into the dirt.
Up in flames, marijuana kisses,
I show everyone your worth.

It's all these ashes, an illusion.
What you've done to me.
I scrape them out, scattered memories.
Toss them to the wind I breathe.

VERY GOOD PEACE.

KahakuHiga-Parker said:i cut the string
that connected my heart to my soul
so i could give it to her
wrapped ever so neatly in a box with a ribbon tied in a bow
as i place it ever so gently within its container i remember that I am still wide open
for the world to see
so i get to work sewing myself back up knowing it will scar
but i can not help but smile to see the look on her face when
i give her my heart like she always wanted
as i step up the steps
gift in hand
i knock
three times upon the wood for good luck
and she opens the door with surprise on her face
as i smile and hand it to her
she opens it and begins to cry
she mumbles and stumbles over her words
saying she's s sorry but it just can't be
as she hands my heart back to me
i walk away
thinking there is work to be done
as i pull the stitches from my chest
making as little mess as i could
when i looked down i saw my heart had been frozen over
where her tears had fallen
so i threw it away
no use for a cold heart
and i went on my way looking for a new one

GOOD FOR YOU.,!!!!