I've reached my limit of humiliation,
my hunger has never starved for this bitter taste;
I have sensed this like rain falling under some hot Havana night
&& yet I kept my head still, to let it pour down on me.
Cold whimpers that steal away mind-fabricated gazes
have given me the poison I've so long desired.
Finally I've gained what I've required
just to face another dead end.
I carved into these concrete prison walls
all the smiles that failed to be delivered.
&& I made peepholes to pretend I was drowning
so you could hear the screams from my eyes && grab my broken residues.
I guess as ironic as things can be,
all the attention was brought up unintentionally.
It replied; "you don't deserve my legs"
while I answered: "you don't deserve my hands".
We marched towards Salem's lot to conjure productive hexes,
you proposed to build walls to make some sort of bridge,
but I reminded you what it had replied.
He choked then again.
He'd verved you to wallow under angry moonlight rays,
while his mind roved with bedraggled amenity.
So you took me as some sort of abhorred stunner
&& thought that I was trying to usurp some sort of vagary.
After sudden discressions were divulged
I wore a hazy stare to harass this concentrated core,
&& once again, I sensed some hot Havana nights
being disturbed by thawed cries.
After it goes around && around, the spin loses it's fun,
the twirling gives up some extra effects
&& before you know it, you're being trampled, peripheral && in decay;
&& it all happened in one hot Havana night when cries began to descend.
Saccharine rushes that became tedious when uncorresponded.
Portrayed as the harlot in search of some type of beast,
Quiescently enough to cogitate some sort of farewell rope
to tie up the remnants of what writhes underneath those wide opened eyes.
Blanched dissolutions, you've read my messages now, finally delivered.
Wryed expressions are being expressed && it all fails to suceed.
A stringent twinge was perceived in this core;
a sadly end for this hot Havana night spent in October.
Author notes
"Remind yourself, in the end it always hurts to lose the one you wanted and know you never even had him."-XXVampireeyesXX
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Never Again Will This Hurt Me
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this was so so sad, brilliantly written though
thanks for entering
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hugs.......!!!!!! sad but beautifully written.... my heeart aches with you hun..... i hate to see another in pain i wish you did not have to know pain... hugs...... keep writting hun....
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Such sadness in sheer misery pours from the ink of my daughter. I am sorry you hurt, and I would take the pain from you, if I could. Daddy hates to know of your inner sufferage and I can't do anything to make it better...I'll give you a tight ~You know I'll always love you and be here for you...
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Beatiful and expressive. Amazing poem, I loved it. I only wish that the sadness that emants from this poem was not so.
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This is a very expressive poem. I like the way you have woven it, but I am saddened by the amount of pain that was involved in writing it.
Mike
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Incredible
wow sweetay this is just a very big poem from you and its so well written that from start to finish I found myself lost within the poem. the depth beauty and the over all complexity to the poem is awesome. any ways just a very well penned write from you sweetay and keep up the good work.
Me
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Wow, this just grabs attention and holds it throughout. An awesome write. Very strong too!! Wonderfully done.
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