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Blender of Misery

crush my heart
turn it into a mix
of strawberries and cherries
smashed together
in a blender
of your misery

taste the sickly sweetness
of the heart you discarded
too damned easily
and maybe one day
that taste will haunt you
like you haunt my dreams
my nightmares
my day dreams
my future and most definitely my past

crush my heart
take it
it was yours anyway
you had me from hello
and still had me
as you walked out the door

you have already stepped on it
just crush it more
buldozer it into oblivion
because it is in oblivious lies
where you reside so eagerly

crush me
make me suffer more
i am thine
and you just leave me more

maybe those strawberries will creep up on you
maybe those cherries will turn sour still
and maybe
just maybe
maybe one day you'll realize just who i was to you

Author notes

hehe ^_^ i'm actually in a good mood lol

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  • Star of Atlantis
    November 25
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    there have been a few men in my life i would like to have said these words to. i think i think of the heart in a different way than you do. from this poem i gather that you think it a soft and gooshie thing. like the phisical heart we have inside our chests. wich is interesting because it is simmiler to how the egyptians thought of it but they thought it was from the stomach. i think of it more like a porisclyn (i know that is spelled wrong forgive me i dont know how to spell it i am hoping you get it any way{fancy glass}) doll that sits high up on a shelf and when it is taken off the shelf and shown just a little bit of love its dropped and shatters and nothing is inside it but bits of glass and those get into our sould and cut us all up. then some how we manage to put the doll together again but like paper that has been crumpled there is no way to take away the damage the lines the cracks the scars... our glass hearts never look the same. i like your take on it though. i am not sure i will ever think of cherries and strawberries the same ever again. thank you for the good read.


  • Dryad Enya
    August 8

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    I'm going to come and crush your heart, i'm going to drink the concoction of starwberries and cherry smoothy and then i'm going to find another, i'll keep killing and i'll keep drinking and when the police catch up and they ask me why i can always reply:
    The thrill of the hunt my friend. The thrill of the hunt.


    Mwhahaha

    Good poem, the first stanza is the best it has a rythm or it feels as if it does and it flows smoothly on my tongue as i read it. If only every other stanza followed suit. Its a good poem but the rest of the stanza's dont seem to flow quite as well.

    Loves you hun,
    Ecki.

    • Shadow Anonymised gold member
      August 8
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      yea i know. i dont like it either. but i think it sorta works. the heart is being crushed, so the poem loses flow? hey i can try lol!

      thankies
      ilyt ghost!


  • annother gold member
    August 2

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    WOW... I felt like I got to actually see the crushed heart. Great write. Thank you so much for your entry, best of luck in the contest.


  • individuality gold member
    August 2

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    hehehe lovely jubily - strawberries and cherries blended in misery, okay can i throw in some plums too to give it that extra bite on the tongue's madness. a good dark poem penned.

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