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it grows from within the warmth of you.

rooting its self deeper for the blow.

branching out within in you.

careful does this needle sew.



weaving in and out your heart strings.

grasping tighter on your soul.

pulling deeper in your mind.

brighter does this darkness glow.



till no longer is your body yours.

belonging to whomever planted seed.

controling your every move and breath.

fufilling their every want and need.



your eyes glaze over.

the curse sets in

your skin tingles

as the antagonist wins.

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Malky
00:56 Nov 25 2009

interesting poem!

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so, today i found the ugly truth waiting at my door.

its not like i asked for its face to show.

but there it was, stittin on them steps.

bag a-bulging with these secrets to unfold.

"i don’t wanna wait no more," it hollered.

as i tried to walk unknowingly aside.

"hush!" i said as i stepped inside.

"i’s got’s a truth to tell" if you don’t mind.

i didn’t bother to answer this pestering thing.

and so it began.

"you’s aint gonna find no happy ending.

with them scars on yer eyes.

for they’s blindin you from the truth,

just try these on for size."

it handed me some glasses,

peculiar to my mind.

Through that crack in the door,

i’d close it if’n his foot won’t in the way.

i put them on only to find,

it was laying there beneath my feet.

like a dirty rug, that can’t be beat.

so truthful it makes me rhyme,

to a tune i can’t quite define,

in a manner thats not quite mine.

i know i’m not gonna find that happy ending.

and these hopes are just gonna fall,

once that nail they’re hangin on to bends.

cause i hear those skeletons scraping

at my back door again.



i’m gonna say it once and for all,

i’m through with this.

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RIFF
23:59 Nov 24 2009

the rise and fall of decline lol very nice

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Still, even now

as only threads of her memory cling to your being;

her tongue manages to speak of your name.

With its last wisps still lingering you feel

the softest of heart breaks.



And as night falls with it goes every fiber

every fiber that separates us man from morals.

And the only thing left is memory in shadows

you can see, feel her heart crying.



For what feels like centuries

to a young soul so eager to have loved.

With every day passing she hopes to find

the strength and courage to shake you.



But still then the sun sets and yet again rises.

She can feel in her heart and soul the ache you have.

The wonder and wish of ‘what if’ and ‘maybe’

call it dense, naive whatever you may please.



But her only way of making it through those

fleeting hours is to pray and wish upon

every fallen lash and shooting star.

That you still whisper her name in the darkness.

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MDLIVE13
06:00 Nov 23 2009

Out fucking standing writing..

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Violent, this poison, she had to have him.

His excruciating beauty,

like an exotic flower found in story books,

murmuring "death".



& almost by mistake.

It seemed this flower wanted her.

This poison fancied for a remedy,

of this young starlets passion.



She should have known,

by the embellishments of sickness

that danced across his skin,

a future with this kiss of desire

was catastrophe.



But she fell, like all those times before.

& as well her heart ripped open.

Bleeding to help him.

Just as all the others had,

she dreamed of change.



To bandage the cold-cuts in his soul

with this unspeakable passion.

She wanted to pry this discomfort from his skin.

To teach him to fly with her truths.

A lie she had lived so many times on stage,

only seemed so real to her now.



But he could not live like she had hoped.

For some fierce cancer lurked

in the memory of his soul.

A stencil for tragedy.



Clueless, a suspicion grew,

as well as a deadly appetite for revenge.

The young actress broke down.

She forgot her nearly perfect lines of scorn,

& gave in to the antagonists wishes.

Trust had failed.

& soon she found herself a food

for this cancer eating him inside.



With new torn wounds from the previous night,

she fought for this unnamable love of hers.

Sorry for what she had done.

She electrified the night with her passion.

Trying to bury the unfaithfulness of the

nightmare before.



But his coma grew stronger.

& he lost all wisdom of her battles

to save his life.

Killing his only chance of escape,

a chemo to this flesh eating disease

he now called his wife.



He cursed the small girl he once loved

& adorned with kisses,

with the murmuring hunger of "death".

& this starlet of his dreams

grew cold & ill.

No longer did she believe

in her strength for love.



She to wilted,

A violent deadly cancer

eating at her heart.

A concubine.

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Malky
21:46 Nov 21 2009

interesting :)

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