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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 4:07pm
18th Aug 2011 4:07pm
Cheaters point of view
From the cheaters point of view
Love does not exist.
At the moment, nothing is logical
From the cheaters point of view.
Always, the cheater is at fault to the one cheated on,
However, infidelity, comes in many forms
Sexually, mentally, physically, domestically
All, all are fuel to be unfaithful
Whether, edged on, or in the cheaters nature.
Cheat once, Cheat again, if not caught.
Cheat again and again, if given a chance,
By the one cheated on.
That, alone, is fuel to cheat again,
From the cheaters point of view.
Love does not exist.
At the moment, nothing is logical
From the cheaters point of view.
Always, the cheater is at fault to the one cheated on,
However, infidelity, comes in many forms
Sexually, mentally, physically, domestically
All, all are fuel to be unfaithful
Whether, edged on, or in the cheaters nature.
Cheat once, Cheat again, if not caught.
Cheat again and again, if given a chance,
By the one cheated on.
That, alone, is fuel to cheat again,
From the cheaters point of view.
1903 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 1:31pm
17th Aug 2011 1:31pm
yeah , well this is me
Black is my skin,
Depressed,
Though in my own great depression,
And my own little reccession.
Gay,
Not the happy type of gay,
Your scorned if your not straight, type of gay.
Obsessed, over dramatic?
Maybe, Maybe not.
I love what I do.
Sex, Sex is what I do
It's all I do, What I'm used to,
Damn good too.
Misjudged, maltreated, but never defeated.
Love is lost to me, I never cared to find it, either.
Depressed,
Though in my own great depression,
And my own little reccession.
Gay,
Not the happy type of gay,
Your scorned if your not straight, type of gay.
Obsessed, over dramatic?
Maybe, Maybe not.
I love what I do.
Sex, Sex is what I do
It's all I do, What I'm used to,
Damn good too.
Misjudged, maltreated, but never defeated.
Love is lost to me, I never cared to find it, either.
870 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 2:48am
17th Aug 2011 2:48am
in the nick of time
i hate living in this home
better yet, house, for i do not own
growing pain and anger from thy
rather get shot, popped, or more then ever, die
hate this place , hate grows everyday
hate is a powerful word but i mean what i say
needed to write this by the end of the night
thats it, all i had to say, just on my mind
critiques are welcome but it was to spare time
better yet, house, for i do not own
growing pain and anger from thy
rather get shot, popped, or more then ever, die
hate this place , hate grows everyday
hate is a powerful word but i mean what i say
needed to write this by the end of the night
thats it, all i had to say, just on my mind
critiques are welcome but it was to spare time
747 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 2:24am
17th Aug 2011 2:24am
IDC!
people misjudge me because im gay
they feel like they can take my intelligence away
as if im unhuman and dont deserve to stay
in a world, if unique, you have a price to pay
they know nothing of me and dont understand
though my world and yours go hand in hand
i feel trapped behind a door with no key in sight
although i try with all my might
im still maltreated and still have to pay
but my life is choice and i like it that way
they feel like they can take my intelligence away
as if im unhuman and dont deserve to stay
in a world, if unique, you have a price to pay
they know nothing of me and dont understand
though my world and yours go hand in hand
i feel trapped behind a door with no key in sight
although i try with all my might
im still maltreated and still have to pay
but my life is choice and i like it that way
813 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 6:34pm
16th Aug 2011 6:34pm
No love for me
Not the typical love poem writter
I hate love, I'm a luster and a fighter
Who is commitment?
Commitment has never me, but thats by choice
Never heard I love you from the sound of my voice
What is love?
Love is a game I chose not to play
Relationships and heartbreaks just isnt my way
Three little words I'm to scared to say
Though sex is my game at the end of the day
Detested by my own ways.
Love is lost in my selfish mind
Never cared to take the time
To learn about personality
But honestly thats not the point to me
I hate love, I'm a luster and a fighter
Who is commitment?
Commitment has never me, but thats by choice
Never heard I love you from the sound of my voice
What is love?
Love is a game I chose not to play
Relationships and heartbreaks just isnt my way
Three little words I'm to scared to say
Though sex is my game at the end of the day
Detested by my own ways.
Love is lost in my selfish mind
Never cared to take the time
To learn about personality
But honestly thats not the point to me
731 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 4:19pm
16th Aug 2011 4:19pm
the way i dont love you
Its not your love, its your lust
The way you look at me, the feel of your touch
the aggression, i love without a doubt
The way you scream my name, the way you shout
I cant say i love you, and i know that i wont
So when you say i love you, know that i dont
The way you got me hooked, the way you got me feenin
i know i got your heart, but to me it has no meaning
I dont love you, or your mind, just your sex
Just your body, your tenderness, but nothing else
i know you love me, i couldnt care less
my heart is cruel and rather selfish ...
The way you look at me, the feel of your touch
the aggression, i love without a doubt
The way you scream my name, the way you shout
I cant say i love you, and i know that i wont
So when you say i love you, know that i dont
The way you got me hooked, the way you got me feenin
i know i got your heart, but to me it has no meaning
I dont love you, or your mind, just your sex
Just your body, your tenderness, but nothing else
i know you love me, i couldnt care less
my heart is cruel and rather selfish ...
1484 reads
13 Comments
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