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I see it in you
Don't give up on yourself
Bring your heart back from that dusty old shelf

You make me feel new
And I can see right past
The wall you have painted, it's made of glass

I'll help you pull through
I'm in love with your mind
Please let me in, let our thoughts intertwine

What I need to do
Is burn down your disguise
Don't be a part of your own self demise
first lines- 5 syllables
second lines- 6 syllables
third lines- 10 syllables
Inside, my insides turn inside out,
heart wants to cry, but the mind just shouts.
Picking up on signals I missed,
tied in a knot, I'm no contortionist.

I hear the gunshot go off in my ear,
I feel the bullet pass through my brain.
I taste the blood on my tongue,
I try but I can't reach the reigns.

Out of control,
it's overload,
unbearable,
it's just not me.

Shifting the plates,
out of their place,
this new terrain,
is scaring me.

Outside, the outside world ousts me,
all because she brought out my disease.
I'd burn you down if I could, I would,
I'd pull the trigger, trust me, I'd shoot.

Trust me, I'd shoot,

It takes two to tango my dear,
I ruined you, you ruined me,
it's no big deal.

Crash and burn into my heart,
and of course, that was just the start,
you left a scar.

On fire and flying high,
like a meteor up high,
I'll crash and burn like you did,
into the heart of another.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I wield my words viciously

Like a knife

I slash at her

As I **** her

Hold her down and penetrate her

Blood showers from my blade

As I overwhelm her

But slowly my ravishes

****** after ******

Turn into love

And I wonder

What have I done?
Written after a rather vicious fight with my love. I could see the pain that my words were inflicting as I spoke them. Afterwards , I wished I never had.
***
People regard *** differently:

Some see *** as a commodity; to be exchanged for favors and things.
Some see *** as a medium for emotive and spiritual expression.
Some see *** as merely a means to a purely biological end.
Some see *** as a good time and not much else.
Some see *** as a set of diminishing returns.
Some see *** as an escape from themselves.
Some see *** with a keyboard and mouse.
Some see *** as a communion of Temples.
Some see *** as something not to discuss.
Some see *** as just another thing to do.
Some see *** as a battleground for Lust.
Some see *** as an extra long shower.
Some see *** as profane and obscene.
Some see *** an personal preference.
Some see *** as ages-old Dogma.
Some see *** as Heterosexuality.
Some see *** as all that there is.
Some see *** as uncomfortable.
Some see *** philosophically.
Some see *** as a distraction.
Some see *** as meaningless.
Some see *** as a way of life.
Some see *** as a good time.
Some see *** as metaphor.
Some see *** as necessity.
Some see *** as a luxury.
Some see *** as a game.
Some see *** as Mythic.
Some see *** as a drug.
Some see *** as Virtue.
Some see *** as Logic.
Some see *** as Good.
Some see *** as Love.
Some see *** as Lust.
Some see *** as Evil.
Some see *** as Sin.

Few see *** the same way:

How do you see ***?
The only right answers for you are yours.

How do you see ***?
From the first person, or perhaps third?
Is *** a vicarious thing, or is it personal?

How do you see ***?
Is promiscuity absurd?

How do you see ***?
Can your ****** life affect others?

How do you see ***?
Does it matter who it's with?
Does it matter with how many?
Does it matter how rapidly?
Does it matter why?
It sure does to me.

Does it matter for how long?
Does it matter how often?
Does it matter where?
Does it matter when?
Not with the right person.
*Subject to various situational factors, such as:
energy, mood, lines of sight, and proximity to groups of close friends.
I kinda got a crush, you see,
but I'm not sure if you like me
And In this week I'll show to you,
all the things I want to do
to make you smile, ear to ear.
Stay a while, please, my dear?
I want our friendship to remain
I'm sorry that I'm sorta plain
but I'll face a certain fear of mine
and ask if you'll be my valentine?
I sent this to someone to ask them to be my valentine
Going for a walk,
up a tree,
maybe down a hill or two.

To myself, I talk,
about dreams,
and a life built for two.

Just another thought,
it seems,
as I think of me and you.

All the things I'm not,
make me,
not good enough for you.

I'm going for a walk.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
**** it off,
like a dog,
wasted and grey.

No more use,
just refuse,
to let it in.

It cries all night,
it begs for life,
took it away.

Keep it caged,
locked away,
from the girl.

She will scratch,
want it back,
what's hers is yours.

Dangle it high,
towards the sky,
above her head.

Make her fight,
make her cry,
make her beg.

Then throw it up,
take the gun,
and end it.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Jan 2014 Katie Katie
cheryl love
Silently without thought
He slides his arm around her waist.
Brushing her face with his finger
Her soul feels embraced.
Nothing needs to be said
It is written across his face
The love they feel for each other
Could never be replaced.
But there is something
Buried deep inside his head
Something to which she cannot access
Something which she will always dread.
There is a frown that passes his brow
Each time he looks lovingly at her
It rings alarm bells in her mind
An emotion she would transfer.
Does he love her? I am sure that he does
He stays with her so that is clear
A shiver runs down her spine
And now she have everything to fear.
The grip tightens
She looks at him as if she’s under review.
His icy blue eyes smile and he whispers to her
“My darling, you are my life, I do love you.
My heart races,
My fingers tremble,
My mind goes blank,
I feel as though I am falling,
But something keeps me from moving as I fall,
Something... or Someone,
It's her,
Her brown hair so delicately frames her beautiful face,
Behind the glasses lie soft, delicate brown eyes,
Her body lays on the bed next to mine so delicately,
She seems to almost float above the bed,
She rolls herself close to me and wraps my arms around her,
She looks deep into my eyes,
I can't help but to take a deep breath,
I gasp as if I can't breathe,
..
..
..
She's taken my breathe away,
She kissed me,
We lay in bed together,
Her head on my chest,
My arms around her,
I know in that moment that...
this is what I've been waiting for....
...this is...
...love...
I lose my breath again before passing out with her
What is love
Thats the question everyone wants to know
Love is never letting go
Love is knowing they love you even when they are giving up
Love is not wanting to let go
Love is being scared to say good bye at night because you are afraid that in the morning they will be gone
Love is having your heart torn up in front of you a hundred times and still wanting more
Love is watching as they find someone else and knowing you will still be there for them
Love is waiting for that moment you fear will never come
Love is wanting to die rather than live without them
Love is being scared of getting everything you ever wanted except the one who mattered
Love is seeing them in everything you do
Love is crying at your favorite memories
Love is telling them every secret you've ever had
Love is listening to every song on the radio and thinking to yourself that is us
Love is that feeling that no matter what we do we cannot escape it
Love is staring deep into their eyes and knowing they love you
Love is being scared they won't be happy
Love is wanting them to leave when they have given up
Love is the one thing that scares everyone more than death
Love it faking a smile when it hurts to even think about life without them
Love is never wanting to wake up the next day because you know they are already gone
Love
This is what love is to me
But what the hell do I know I'm just a kid
Just a kid thats willing to give the world just to get a minute with her
He's just a kid
He cant understand love
He
.
.
.
Just
.
.
.
Can't
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