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06:07 Jul 07 2006
Times Read: 528

I can't get over your eyes you read so deep into me I'm afraid to look into them in case you discover too much about me..



I'm purposely scarring myself cauterizing the wounds on my heart so It'll be whole again..I just hope the pieces missing arent too big..

Old Poetry 5:
06:07 Jul 07 2006
Times Read: 529






It's surely amazing this overwhelming sense of self awareness that comes with encroaching responsibility, that it's only you yourself that holds all the threads tying yourself to the rest of the world



letting go, loosing yourself from the daily rat race isn't an option anymore, just finding few a precious moments for reflection is a luxury, so now it's time to focus and really become responsible for



yourself ,bask in the freedom you have but keep a firm grip on the metaphorical threads of life so as to keep yourself attached.

Old Poetry 4: Faker
06:06 Jul 07 2006
Times Read: 530

Faker. You count on and live by the feeling you get from vampirizing my flow of emotion for you. The lust you have for the thrill of company doesn't last as you would romantacize it to.



The thrill fades so you move onto another victim, baiting, seducing and taking a deep hold of their hearts. Emotionally strained and near exhasted they chase after you desperately begging for you,



rewarded by you're perverse idea of love. So many varying lengths of restraints a game collars and leashes. Hundreds before and after me. I wan't to keep you at a distance but the farther



away you are the tighter you're grip around my throat grows. Teasing me with enough room so that I think I'm finally free of you, untill you yank me back down once you realize how happy



I am how far I've begun to stray... stunned by you and wrapped tightly round you finger it's momentary bliss and then you drain me once again..

Old Poetry 3: Draw
06:05 Jul 07 2006
Times Read: 531

I break, I take and withdraw, perhaps I ask to much of those who fall. I wonder after if I lure them in and then discard them if only for the game I loathe myself for playing. Stemming from my self doubt and disbelief in all that I'm worth. It's hidden, my value, dusty and just waiting to be remembered. I need you to remind me, I think I find the pieces of that broken memory but then my love it fades I hold no patience but for the one who holds the most pieces of my heart. for what I take in I give equally, so much more than I have to give for you, so much effort so much of myself, taken and treasured and then thrown back carelessly, hoping for reaction, who knows. You play the game too. You and I light and dark our emotional chessboard. we already hold each other captive but we're forced to play.. I'm dying for a tie an equal match, I'd even let you win if I knew what you would do with my pieces once you had them. Hating myself for letting my jealousy misunderstanding needyness and hurt battle against my passion for you. I'll keep playing this game for you and only for you, begging, pleading determined for a draw.

Old poetry 2: Brrrr
06:04 Jul 07 2006
Times Read: 532

It must be right that I can still love you with a driving passion even though you've hurt me.



After so long, I just cant seem to give up. I would change my life for you, Is that wrong?



The happiest I've ever been is holding you, pleasing you, making you smile.



Could I trust you to be faithfull if you finally agreed to be mine?



I am so captivated by you.. teach me, show me let me be understood. Will you ever be devoted?



Can I penetrate into a heart as guarded as yours?



How is it I still trust you, why are you the one that has won me over.... if you really loved me I could be so happy.



I want to take care of you and make all your pain stop.



What am I really to you underneath it all?



Am I really important.. do I come in second .. third.. thirtieth?



Teach me, I love you.



My happiest moment is to be the thing that you love most.



End my dream or fulfill it.



I'm begging you to take me out of this uncertain frame of mind..



It's so hard to love you but I can't stop, not untill you tell me too.

old poetry 1 : Shell
06:04 Jul 07 2006
Times Read: 533

There you are, *edit* and I'm so embittered by our past encounters I sarcastically think to my self how to react so you can suck the life out of that emotion as well. Why is it you never absorbed my jealousy and why as much as I think on you or rather the more I try not to.. there you are invader of peace, mysterious black smudge over my reasonable thought. Damn you for being so pitiful I can't help but want to caress you and love you with everything I have untill I'm an empty human shell, Just. Like. You.