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Scars Glow...
I always pretend I had a happy childhood.
Everything was perfect as I lived a nightmare.
Wishing to wake up and see the sunrise.
These days are hard in a good way.
From the moment I held him in my arms.
My scars glow.
My father was...
He won't remember you the way I do.
Even if you don't deserve it.
I think he does.
You have nothing to give.
I never expected anything.
You have nothing to give.
No longer a part of our lives.
It hurt me to learn when you died alone.
Should have I been there after all he...
Everything was perfect as I lived a nightmare.
Wishing to wake up and see the sunrise.
These days are hard in a good way.
From the moment I held him in my arms.
My scars glow.
My father was...
He won't remember you the way I do.
Even if you don't deserve it.
I think he does.
You have nothing to give.
I never expected anything.
You have nothing to give.
No longer a part of our lives.
It hurt me to learn when you died alone.
Should have I been there after all he...
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This life
Echoes relentlessly,
a haunting reminder
of the void that lingers
in the depths of my desire.
You, skilled in the carnal arts,
cannot mend my broken soul,
for the silence breeds a frenzy,
a tempest in my core.
It feels like a raw seduction,
like teeth sinking into skin,
like whispers of wicked pleasure
concealed beneath the dark.
Anxiety, insecurity, fear,
they dance within my being,
unwelcome guests that linger,
playing their cruel games.
But I refuse to be their puppet,
to succumb to...
a haunting reminder
of the void that lingers
in the depths of my desire.
You, skilled in the carnal arts,
cannot mend my broken soul,
for the silence breeds a frenzy,
a tempest in my core.
It feels like a raw seduction,
like teeth sinking into skin,
like whispers of wicked pleasure
concealed beneath the dark.
Anxiety, insecurity, fear,
they dance within my being,
unwelcome guests that linger,
playing their cruel games.
But I refuse to be their puppet,
to succumb to...
#love
#heartbroken
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Queen of Insects...
The walls of this destination are so haunting.
Rejects of society all gather here.
It isn't a prison although it may as well be.
The skittering of insects along the floor.
Agonizing screams each with unique tones.
Banging heads against the door in hopes of release.
My voice is religion everyone adheres to.
Do you want to lick my shoe's heel?
I just might allow it.
Flickering fluorescent lights all along the corridor.
A long list of numbers with names no one cares about.
Except for me.
Of course, I care.
I'm a doctor.
Here...
Rejects of society all gather here.
It isn't a prison although it may as well be.
The skittering of insects along the floor.
Agonizing screams each with unique tones.
Banging heads against the door in hopes of release.
My voice is religion everyone adheres to.
Do you want to lick my shoe's heel?
I just might allow it.
Flickering fluorescent lights all along the corridor.
A long list of numbers with names no one cares about.
Except for me.
Of course, I care.
I'm a doctor.
Here...
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Waiting and Served...
My favorite spot.
Quiet with an aroma.
Cappuccino's done...
Quiet with an aroma.
Cappuccino's done...
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Cold and Sweet...
My everything, that...
The loneliness of ice cream.
Addict of cold sweets...
The loneliness of ice cream.
Addict of cold sweets...
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Every Road...
A thousand days, no change.
The world just keeps going on.
Have I wasted my only lifetime?
Has my branch failed to sprout leaves?
Every road may feel the same but that's not true.
How could I not see beyond the raincloud that hangs above my head?
In every memory, you're there.
With a hand firmly held with mine.
I hoped those moments would last forever.
Unknowing love I failed to grasp.
You slipped away leaving me alone here.
If I followed the footsteps left in the mud will I like what I find at the end of this path?
...
The world just keeps going on.
Have I wasted my only lifetime?
Has my branch failed to sprout leaves?
Every road may feel the same but that's not true.
How could I not see beyond the raincloud that hangs above my head?
In every memory, you're there.
With a hand firmly held with mine.
I hoped those moments would last forever.
Unknowing love I failed to grasp.
You slipped away leaving me alone here.
If I followed the footsteps left in the mud will I like what I find at the end of this path?
...
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Here's My Comment As Requested
self
opinionated
cunt
trying
to tell me
how to interact
dont start
shitting
in my back garden
expecting me
to like
the smell
this ASS WIPE
has a
bite
i will comment
my way
not yours
the fact i'm in a group
that riles the fuck
out of you
gives this
nasty autistic
some satisfaction
this is where my
CAGE IS RATTLED
which is no good
cause now
i...
opinionated
cunt
trying
to tell me
how to interact
dont start
shitting
in my back garden
expecting me
to like
the smell
this ASS WIPE
has a
bite
i will comment
my way
not yours
the fact i'm in a group
that riles the fuck
out of you
gives this
nasty autistic
some satisfaction
this is where my
CAGE IS RATTLED
which is no good
cause now
i...
#anger
#dialogue
#frustration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#Autism
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The Trip
On my sixteenth Christmas,
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
#inspirational
#Christmas
#fate
#travel
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Don't Ever Leave...
I held you close because I adored you.
I held so tight it became suffocating.
Each breath you take is sacred to me.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so afraid of losing you too.
I don't understand why everything's this way.
I gave up so much and yet it wasn't enough.
Say you'll stay.
It always happens this way whenever it happens to me.
I've felt it all before, I know what happens next.
The distance keeps growing, I can't bear it.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so lost yet I move on.
No direction, just waiting to step over the...
I held so tight it became suffocating.
Each breath you take is sacred to me.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so afraid of losing you too.
I don't understand why everything's this way.
I gave up so much and yet it wasn't enough.
Say you'll stay.
It always happens this way whenever it happens to me.
I've felt it all before, I know what happens next.
The distance keeps growing, I can't bear it.
Don't ever leave.
I'm so lost yet I move on.
No direction, just waiting to step over the...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Muse Convention
No one knows where they're meeting
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
#WritersBlock
#mystery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Paradise in the Sky
When I leave the Earth
My words and my
Heart will go out to
all the ladies at the
DUP for they are wild and
crazy in their own
unique way
To all the men at the
DUP I leave these
words always
Treat the ladies with
Kindness and Respect
My words and my
Heart will go out to
all the ladies at the
DUP for they are wild and
crazy in their own
unique way
To all the men at the
DUP I leave these
words always
Treat the ladies with
Kindness and Respect
#kindness
#women
#men
#respect
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Love is chaos
#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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