I’m praying for car crashes && miscarriages to prove you never cared at all. I wish that I could say I was surprised but I’ve been left at the alter one too many times. My heart is burned && blistered, I’ve got to try harder to stay out of the sun. To tell you the honest truth, this feels like it could kill me. Believing in you was easy, as easy as falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat [I could feel it through my skin]. In the back of my mind I knew they were liars eyes. They pierced my core && I let you in. I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on you, that you would break my heart. So baby, just take that gun out of your holster && do your worst. You already wounded me, so why not just kill the dead?
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Manorexic
A contest entry
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Great wirte, i really liked this it was so intense, keep it up. i wish you the best of luck in my contest and thank you for entering this piece. i really liked the lines:
"So baby, just take that gun out of your holster && do your worst. You already wounded me, so why not just kill the dead? "
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powerful indeed!
I truly felt those words...
"to be honest with you, i thought this was going to kill me."
"I'm praying for car crashes and mis-carriages."
in my deepest of grief, i thought of death too..or
some hardship that perhaps would earn me one once
of mercy....or maybe even pity in a sick loyalty kind
of way.
I didn't realize then, my soul was screaming out
to be emptied....and omg! I'd been stuffing aching
anger denying it was ever there, i think this really
caused me to be so needy. I found a grief counselor
who peeled the layers back,and who knew...this new
girl started to write...poetry..one year ago
July 2007.
ears/what a powerful entry this is!
truly touched the cores!
way to write!
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this is very pretty.
love the way you wrote it.
XD
thank you for entering dear. -
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this is very good,
its sad, and thats what i'm looking for!
great job
aj -
Man...so much of this can be said in in a door way,
walkin in or walkin out.
Its laid down like you couldn't wait to say it.
You never disappoint.
Its like a classic familiar old movie clip..[ so much of your work does remind me of the old classics....from the 30's and 40's ...I can see Lauren Bacall staindin in a door way with a cigarette hangin in her mouth rattelin this off.
Just great images...i think i may see things a little different then others...but for me it make reading your work fun because it gives me that frame of mind.
Needless to say I love it.
BLESSINGS GYPSY,
LOWELL POE.
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