You think I know….
I only feel
I try to heal, but life doesn’t give me choices
I hurt to heal
Yes I heal to get hurt again, i don’t want to go on again…
Lust becomes pain again
The tears begin to leave me again, then again, I can never win, I tried to be frantic and sane
But this is vane, no sleep, I’m insane….
I did it….
Fuck it, I did it
I killed him
I murdered him
I threw the absence away and let the mind wander astray
In the void of my expense, I succeed….
Oh the prices I had to pay...
About the Creator
ABJ
Writer/Poet
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“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”
Age
Take with wisdom and dignity the counsel of the years - If your able, If you possess true courage, And real wisdom. These are not the acts of heroism and princely tales. These are not the stories of which volumes will be written To be studied in leather bound books for centuries hence. It is instead to be utterly forgotten to mediocrity, to die before death takes us. And accept it with glee.
By Sean Elliottabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
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