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This is me, In the RAW...
Damaged Girl
Traces being left behind
With every step I take.
The once upon a time I knew
No difference does it make.
This process that I’m starting now
To build a whole new me.
Is lengthy and a painful one
And thats just plain to see.
Learn to walk and start anew
They call it baby steps.
This brand new life I’m thankful for
No longer will I fret.
I’ll always be the damaged girl
I can’t forget my past.
But I will learn to live more free
And appreciate life at last.
Stiletto
The company of a good man
can make you feel comfort and
support like no other.
Make you rise above all doubt
and suspicion left behind from
the cruel world we live in.
Erase the bad engraved in our
souls from another.
To seek such accompaniment is
but a waste until it is he who
has found you.
The stiletto heels he speaks of
are but an accessory to the
dance he deserves.
“Somebody, HELP ME”
An eerie feeling
I cannot explain.
This toxic blood
Running through my veins.
The realization
Things aren’t ok.
Let me run real fast
Let me runaway.
Run from these feelings
That scare me the most.
I must drain this blood
I must become a ghost.
Will it all disappear?
Can I rid this from me?
Its time I let go
I need to be free.
A quick slit of the wrist
Just a moment of pain.
The release of my past
Is what drove me insane.
I will leave so much behind
So, this just cannot be.
Instead I’ll reach out
And scream…..
“Somebody, HELP ME”
Anonymous
Q: Where have you been? I look forward to your blogs, and I haven't seen many lately.
A:
Hello Anon,
Unfortunately life has gotten the better of me lately and not in an inspiring way. Not to worry, my dear anon, I will continue to flood your dash with sub-par writing soon ;)
Care to reveal yourself? I would love to know who is actually looking forward to the writings from my heart and mind ;)
Deja Vu
Deja Vu:
Those moments you feel
as if you have done this before
been here before
said that before
Moments that leave you
wondering, “Maybe in another life”
Some are good things
bad things
wonderful things
I’ve had a few here and there
But this one is different
This one seems all too familiar
As if I have lived it recently
I know why…..
Because I have dreamt of this
of you
of us
You are not a Deja Vu
You are my dream come true…..
Confessions
My hearts confessions are
written in the t I shed
e
a
r
s
The story never changes
All the same pain, fear and
need repeats itself
Maybe I can collect them
all in a jar and rewrite my
S T O R Y
Then again, maybe I should
just rid myself of what causes
me such suf
fer
ing
HMMMMM?!?!?!?!?!?
I’ll try the jar first……
I love him TOO much to
*sigh*
L…E…T……….G…O!!!!!!!
Many Many Moons Ago…..
Many many moons ago
is what they always say.
Referring to the life they’ve lived
up until today.
I look back upon my past
remembering too far.
I cannot speak of many moons
instead I speak of scars.
Pain and hurt is what I’ve lived
from memory number one.
So many dark and dirty things
none of which I’ve done.
The healing process has begun
I’ll take it day by day.
I may not reference many moons
but, of triumph, I will someday.
The Vowel Movement #9
Aimlessly roaming the room of desire
Erotically feeling the bed of passion
Indecently caressing the sheets of need
Orgasmically clenching the pillow of ecstasy
Urgently reaching the palace of love
You and I are home
Saddened I am
by the very thought of your existence
in my life, no longer.
The tears glisten as they fall
carrying every memory
we made with one another.
I fall to my knees and beg
that my memories will last
long enough so that I may,
one day, clone them into existence once again.
So that I may live out these
beautiful moments
just one last time.
Those moments we held each other
when it was cold,
Those moments you kissed me
and told me you loved me,
Those moments we fought
and then laughed about how silly we were.
Those are the moments
I want to hold.
Please hold on as long as you can.
I cannot bear to lose you yet.
We have so many more things to
experience and do.
Dont disappear on me now.
Tell GOD you’re not ready.
Tell him our love is strong
enough to sustain you.
Tell him you need
one more chance.
I cry.
I sit here alone and cry
as your grip becomes weak in my hand.
As your eyes fall empty
in the moment you slip away.
“I love you,” is all I can say.
My heart feels heavy in my chest.
Im seconds away from collapsing
into an emotional ball of
hate,
anger,
and sorrow.
You slip away when I need you most.
I take a moment.
I realize your mind, body and soul
are no longer here with me.
But I take a moment to acknowledge
the overwhelming feeling of your love.
Its like you slipped away, but into me.
Im carrying you with me right now.
I can feel you, smell you, almost taste you.
This is beautiful!
This is where you will stay forever.
I will love you and carry you in my heart.
Your memories will be the stories told
at the dinner table for years to come.
Let me thank you
for loving me at my worst
and embracing me at my best.
There will never be a love like you.
Heart in Hand
These hands were made
to hold your broken pieces
and form them into the beauty
~That you were~
~That you are~
~That you will be~
With these hands
I will keep the rebuilt
version of yourself
~Whole~
~Complete~
~Safe~
These 5 fingers and loving palm
will grip the strings of your heart
and mend, what was once broken,
so that you may
~Feel~
~Love~
~Live~
So take my hand and hold it tight.
I shall guide you to a place; safe and warm
A place that longs for your presence
~My heart~
~My soul~
~My life~
