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Thank you for existing. I've got what i've always wanted, what i've always needed, and thats you baby. Thats you. Its you that i love. Its you that i care about, its you that i need and want. None can replace you. None will ever take that place. This heart is for you and only you.
Goodnight love.
Stop! She's hurting
Everyday all she thinks about is dying
She doesn't want to hear anything
because she would always end up crying

Her mom doesn't understand
she had nothing, including her dad
everyone around her is mad
not knowing they're the reason why she's sad

they're so fond of humiliating her
including her dearest mother
she always hides on a corner
isolating herself, thinking it will be over


She had nothing left, but the blade
it's her bestfriend & her aid
all the sufferings temporarily fade
with her blood dripping when she laid
Hi I'm new and this is one of my poems so ya
Remember,
that there are few things more beautiful
than a sea of white powder on a mountain,
or purple lightning,
that lights up the clouds above
in the middle of the night.
Remember,
the never ending rippling waves
that will forever disrupt the ocean mirror.
Remember these things,
and take them as you will
I really really try
Not to cry
When people lie
I look to the sky
When my tear ducts are dry
I just want to die.
Today I got stuck

Stuck to a comment

Or say rather a compliment.

She said

She can rely upon.

For the 1st time

A life spanning 25.

The very 1st time

Somebody said you're one

On whom can rely upon!

Yeah she's my very own

None the other but

She's mine.

My better-half of the journey

Part of my soul

She's my Poetry-Wife.-11.09.2015
You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.

They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.

But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.

They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.

Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.

Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.
I wrote this in response to a derogatory comment about liberal men.
To feel is to hurt.
To hurt is to cry.
To cry is relief,
And the ultimate relief is death.
So in reality, isn't to feel really to die?
Here i am sitting in table for two with you
And wonder how am i here holding you
I really don't have a clue
How the story of us started too

Maybe we are sad and blue
So you started me and you
But it wasn't real and true
Just show me that you love me too

I pity our love
Cause its like a hug
With no more warm embrace
That i cannot erase

Like sad words among the wrong songs
It sinks deep and makes us weak
For what its worth
I'll give a birth
To our new story that we won't bury
For this will be true and new
We will add a plus to our minus
Equals the story of us
there's still
a single ray of hope
in every corner of your heart
when everything is unachievable
and when you start to believe
in

impossible

©IGMS
so don't give up
believe in yourself
make it happen
make it possible
I tried to side with whats inside
For what i feel is like a pill
It gets me high but i cant fly
Like a bitter melody of past regret

I tried to win and wipe it clean
The stain of past is just disgust
It sticked and licked in my peak
But is this a trick to make me weak?

I tried to hurt but its not worth
I may not cry but i will try
For all you know i cant let go
I can't say i "tried"
But your answer will always be "you weren't worth a fight"
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