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I want you to hurt me
I want you to bring me pain
I want you to make me angry and sad and jealous
I want you to make me feel every emotion that I hide away from in the midst of the night, every emotion that makes me cringe and pray I was never born
I want you to chop off my head with the guillotine of confusion
and cause it to explode with the pain of constant headache
I want you to make my eyes bleed with tears of pain of seeing things I cannot bare to see
I want you to rip them out of my sockets with a swift glance of lust and squeeze them until I am not able to see a sliver of light in the darkest room
I want you to rip my ears off with silence and shred them with scissors of obliviousness
I want you to take my lips and burn them in the fire of loneliness and watch them wither as the skin crackles longing for an ounce of moisture
I want you to take my heart and stab it with the damnation of solitude leaving it broken and in pieces in the pits of a dungeon
never to be rescued, never to be put together and set free for all eternity
I want you to tie my hands behind my back with a rope of thorns
as my wrist bleed and struggle to simply touch the beauties of the world they long for
I want you to cement my feet into the ground until they go numb and turn black falling off where I once stood leaving to grow old where I lay to decay into nothing but dust and last only as a painful memory to the person who had to sweep me up
I want you to hurt me
I want you to bring me pain
I want you to make me angry and sad and jealous
I want you to make me feel every emotion that I hide away from in the midst of the night, every emotion that makes me cringe and pray I was never born
But when you ask me what I want
All you’ll hear is that I want you to love me
 Jan 2018 Anthony Perry
BW
I have nothing to offer you
The boy who has seen it all
They are all prettier, heels high
Bullet in chamber, want a piece of you
drives me nuts
So I turn, tuck my fear, on my heels for the run.

He had a silver spoon, then built an empire of gold
They whisper, they try to be the diamond
On your lapel. hurting my eyes
A clown in my best dress, I panick
An amateur to a critic, something too beautiful to touch

I have nothing to offer you, maybe I can cook
In your shirt, omakase on counter.
Maybe I can purr and sunbathe, wink and
dance in the streets, holding you in the crowd.
Wear a collar and paint my nails red on the lawn
I have a temper, I can be tamed too
If only you could see,but I bet you have seen all this before
I have
nothing to offer you at all

I wiped my tear off, they all looked at me with disgust
My lips were crimson, theirs drip blood
I should have known it was vain
Impressing the boy who has seen it all
Playing with fire, sinning with no return.

"I am very nice, don't be scared."

I turn around. You wipe my tears off. They gasp.
Maybe tomorrow you will stay, or you will be gone.
I reached for the light, one night, even one.
I want to belong to.
The boy who has seen it all.
To a great guy called Jason, he scares me and impresses me at the same time. He is a perfect guy and a boy who has seen it all, love him loads.
Many Sleepless nights
Living on empty stomachs
Warlords, Senseless fights
Carrying on daylight murders.

Many young people were killed
Innocent women and children
Wooden box coffins unnailed
As the hopeless masses ran.

Three hundred fifty thousand
Number of innocent souls lost
Unmarked graves in the sand
Why did they die, at what cost?

Rest in peace to mama dear
One of the innocent souls lost
Oh justice, how close or near?
For answers, we need you most!

Power, weapons, money I have not
Spoken words I'll use to demand justice
Until I die, this fight I'll always be about
Mama is the caveat for demanding poetic justice
I will never have another mother again.The woman who gave me life taken by war orchestrated by heartless warlords..today enjoying power.The only weapon and power I possess is the POWER of spoken words to demand justice for mama.
I painted you.
With trembling, amateur precision,
I suffered each line on your face.

Each fleck of sun,
Your candid smile,
Your immediate beauty in the foreground
Of an exceptional ocean.

Stumbling blindly through the days,
Fumbling for the switch
In a punch-drunk, love-sick afternoon.

Apart from you,
Stripped, exposed,
Laid prone on the gurney
With my skull in a vice
And a fist to my stomach.

I can barely stand because of you.

I painted you this afternoon
So I could toil in your gaze.
Pray I am an interesting splatter,
A noticeable blight;
A happy accident on your page.
C
 Jan 2018 Anthony Perry
Weronika
Every time I see you
My heart aches
Because you are not mine
Every time I feel you
My head spins
Because you are not mine
Every time I imagine being with you
My hands sweat
Because you will never be mine
And I will never be yours
It is hard
Not to imagine everywhere we could have been
Everything we could have felt
Everything we could have experienced together
I am not a stalker
I am not a follower
I like being alone
I also like being surrounded by those who love me
But you are never there for me
Because you do not love me
As much as I love you
You do not even know how many nights I dreamed about you
Your body pressed to mine
Sweat curling on our foreheads
Bodies moist from the acts
Hands joined in a loving embrace
I wish you knew
I wish you at least suspected something
By the looks I gave you
By the small touches
By the shy smiles we exchanged
I guess it was all me
An innocent crush
One-sided love
Never to be returned
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