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i once felt somewhat special,

the reasons were plain to see.

i was young and beautiful,

beauty gathered around me.

i owned the city,

her rythem and her lights.

i lost my innocence in the folds of her womb.

she put a gun in my hand that was cold as ice.

i felt my fate around me,

beautys fading smile,

special once...never twice.

i gently squeeze the trigger,

fuck you.



by martin

Tomorrow is another day,

a day to wonder why.

why the fuck you left me,

why I have'nt died.



The thing about tomorrow,

the thing I really hate.

Is that I'll still be breathing,

Death will have to wait.



Today I'm glad to know enough

about my yesterdays,

to know you never loved me,

so fuck you stay away.



by martin

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Tzaddi
20:36 Aug 30 2009

I like this one the best!

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She sits in her chair.

The angry seat upon which she sits must be cursed.



Always ready to strike

Never ready to give in

Always speaking with spite

Never admitting her sin.



Her tounge strikes me kike a cat-o-nine tails

My soul it wails, as she sinks in her nails.



She must maintain control

She grabs her pen

Be bad-Be bad

She hears a sound....then comes her evil grin



Welcome to Hell

I am Kim.





by martin

There is a window in my bedroom that used to look out upon a hallway.



The window is painted white, as is the wall and trim.



In the hallway there is color.

In my room it is rather dim.



Resident Ghost remember a time when sliding glass coasted back and forth where The White Window stands.



Floresent light washes over me as I loose myself in a day-dream about Ghost from the past,



and a window made of glass.





by martin

They call me Mr. Everlast

I am a proud Pony

I drag the track in my bra and panties

My muscles lean

My nipples erect



As in all sports, drag racing down the catwalk clicking my Everlast shoes can be quite competitive to say the least.



Bullys and Steeds have tormented this practice since my pre-school days at the Fillie Furlong.



My friends don't care,

so why should I ?



I don my frock,

and then I fly.





by martin

when I finally found the truth,

the truth was hard to bare.

the truth was like some ugly clothes...

clothes I would'nt wear.



in the closet of your mind

were many shirts and ties.

some of them false promises,

all of them were lies.



for years I would have gotten dressed,

but now that seems insaine.

I'm out here naked all alone,

running from your pain.





by martin

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evilkitty
08:01 Aug 18 2009

i can totally understand that it reminds me of the stuff i use to write

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sunlight sprinkles through the trees

luminating the spiders domain.



cold blood and patience

warm in the suns steady light.



I can only imagine

what this industrious and cunning creature thinks as it waits patiently for it's next meal.



I wonder if the spider looks down on the man

sleeping away a lazy day in his hammick

and thinks.......



poor creature,

only four legs,

and not much experience at making a web,

surely it will die.



the spider hears the familiar sound of a fly wandering dangerously close and forgets the clumbsy giant.



the warm sun shines.

time to go to work.

what a beautiful day.





by martin

fishnets and peroxide

she flaunts her wares.



as for the generals warnings,

she does'nt care.



luxury and desire

are the myth.



seductive smile

on ruby lips.



pushing poisen

for her tips.



" cigars, cigarettes, tiparellos ? "





by martin

there's no living in my life anymore

the seas heve gone dry and the rain stopped falling.

please don't you cry anymore

can't you see.....

listen to the breeze

whisper to me please

don't send me to the dark of nevermore.



even the valleys below

where the rays of the sun were so warm and tender.

now have'nt anything to grow

cant you see.....



why did you have to leave me

why did you decieve me

send me to the black of nevermore

when you say you did'nt love me anymore.



nevermore

nevermore





by freddie mercury

I'm up here on the mountain,

the mountain of our dreams.

Wishing you were with me,

wishing you were clean.



The things you've done,

the things you do, the things that you will do,

don't matter on this mountain,

when I think of you.



Maybe what you did was bad.

Maybe it was good.

Maybe when you did it,

it's all you felt you could.



The birds are singing in the sky.

The dogs are hard at play.

My heart has never been the same,

since you went away.





by martin

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evilkitty
04:52 Aug 11 2009

i really do not know what to think of this it is sort of sad but sort of happy in a way too i guess it depends on your outlook at the time you read it but it is really good

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martin
08:34 Aug 11 2009

sometimes poems help me connect the dots between desire and reality.

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