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Revenant Dec 2014
Loving someone just like me was terrible.
We were a twister; a ball of flames-- so destructive, that we burnt everyone in our wake.
I'm so sorry.
We broke every bed, and smashed every ******* hope and dream our parents had for us.
We screamed and yelled and decimated each other to the brink of permanent dislocation, and then you shoved me over the cliff.
My, what a cliff that was..
**** me?
No.
**** you.
We shattered every bone in our bodies violently explaining how "right" one of us was,
but we only proved how fatally stubborn we really are.
We rode the waves of life *******.
That was a mistake.
We shot up the night, and drank up the tragedies like drunks fresh out of a failed rehab stint, as they rolled over us like rock crushers-- hair of the dog that bit you; "it's good for poetry", they said.
Never a dull moment for us
Abuser
Never a craving
I want what I had back
Never a quiet moment
We used to scream so loud..
Never left wanting more
I want more than a manipulator.
Never a deeper sadness than what we create together
**** straight
I don't love you anymore.
I'm so done with you.
*******.
No more.
Just Melz Dec 2014
They say the eyes are the
     window to the soul,
        I say looking through
can make you lose control.
     Climb through to depths
            you can't imagine
        and you'll discover
   the sunshine within,
        and a love so **genuine.
Thx Frank <3
Nathan Cross Dec 2014
I love my heart,
Every contradiction.
It's warmth, it's ice,
Its truth, its lies.
My dreams, my fears,
My love and tears.
My path, my past..
I just don't. know.
I reside too deep.

**-N.C.
Aria of Midnight Dec 2014
Writer
[noun]

someone who cultivates raw dirt to produce a single flower, blooming from the depths of their soul;
but grows addicted to its presence --beauty amongst darkness.
and in attempt to conceal the muddy reality, develops a garden with lavish, beautiful flowers--
of assorted variety, with unique traits of every flower and indistinguishable as stars in the night sky;
but harsh winter tramples with intricate footsteps, the petals tragically withered and torn as the writer's heart
their watery eyes acknowledging the dirt once more.
George Cheese Oct 2014
My soul is a maelstrom
How dare you maim my son.

You’ll choke on my sea
My beasts will eat your heart.

I am god of the depths
You are fragile meat.
In the context of Homer's 'Odyssey'.
The ***** of descent braces none for the fall, the tumbling Westward to nothing at all but sand and ocean.
Where water touches so slightly the soul, as embracing depths carve out for the old sense of safety.

Violent and broken passage to the end, I call for the courage to begin again between the heartbeats.

Palpitations. Asphyxiation. Displacement in time as I throttle.
Condemnation. Conviction. Redemption lives upon two shoulders only when one

Comes together.
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