Why do you look right into my eyes.. and not see the pain thats hidden inside?
How do you talk to me day in day out.. and not feel the ice cold that creeps through my heart?
When will you open your eyes and behold.. that this little one has never been told?
Shes never been held, or loved or put up high, shes never been sure she wont be put aside, shes never been made to feel like a queen, shes never been stared at until she is seen....
This little one sits and holds out her arms, she reaches up to you to open your heart, she pleads with her eyes, and says not a word, hoping and praying her silence is heard...
One day she feels that this will be heard, that one day her world will become thawed, its cold in this cave, of silence and dark.. the ice drips drips down, right into her heart..
Do Good things really happen for good people.. cos im losing faith.
Just for a laugh I'll post one I wrote years ago...
Night
Silent, shine her sapphire eyes.
A tiny twinkle teasing there
Inviting evening's cool embrace
Around her soft, white skin. Her hair
An auburn glow as moon caresses
Soft and silken. Subtle senses
Lost within her lifelong tresses
Til passion's fire relents, and hence
I lay entwined in arms of velvet,
Tasting scents on night's sweet breeze.
Inhaling deep of ardour's smell, yet
Lost in her I aim to please
Then miss a little just to tease
A torture I perform with ease
As now with grinding hips we meet
To make our one brief night complete
With eyes of fire that sear the soul
Her movement now beyond control
Towards her inner goal she strives
As both our bodies come alive.
And then, so suddenly we cease,
Our essence joined in shared release.
And as the stars above us shine
We start again. We have the time.
Roses are red.....
Violets are sour...
Open your legs....
And gimme an hour.... :twisted:
Someone somewhere is thinking of you..
:inlove:
So when life gets you down and starts making you blue..
:boo:
Look in your your heart and remember its true...
:smile2:
That someone somewhere gives a shit about you ... :rose:
Roses are red
Eyes so blue
On the edge of your bed
Where are you?
There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is Yesterday with all its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.
Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone forever.
The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
with all its possible adversities, its burdens,
its large promise and its poor performance;
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet to be born.
This leaves only one day, Today. Any person can fight the battle of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities Yesterday and Tomorrow that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives a person mad, it is the remorse or bitterness of something which happened Yesterday and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.
Let us, therefore, Live but one day at a time.
Here's a wee poem for the animal lovers here folks, it helped me when I had to say goodbye to one of my best friends.
If It Should Be…
If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle can’t be won,
You will be sad I understand,
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love and friendship stands the test,,
We’ve had so many happy years,,
What is to come can hold no fears,
Would you want me to suffer? So,
When the time comes please let me go
Take me where my needs they’ll tend,
Only, stay with me to the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see,
I know in time that you will see,
It is a kindness you do to me,
Although my tail it’s last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved,
Do not grieve, it should be you,
Who must decide this thing to do,
We’ve been so close, we two these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
woo
R.I.P
kiam and kivas
not sure if this is how it's done but here goes
Call it dead,
Call it's death,
And let it's breath,
cool me.
Call it dead,
and stand staggerlee
resumed,staggerlee
assumed
Call it dead,
and wear it's death
around my wrist,hold it
in my hand.
Call it's death
pray for it's death,
but wait and hope
for another breath
Call it dead
gift given,returned
bruised,still wrapped
call it dead.
Dark and gloomy night.
Two bright stars.
Sweeping shadows.
Heavenly in dark hallow.
You step into silhouette.
You sit upon a star.
Hevenly body.
Glowing, hot.
Dear sweet, Sirius
I look at you and see you soul..
I look deep inside and hear your call..
I see you there you, hide under that stare..
I see to much i must despair..
I run away, your eyes say go..
I run to hide from your bare open soul..
I turn away to shun from you ..
I turn to face to lonely view..
Il trust no more, it burns my eyes..
Il trust in nothing, no one can hide..
I feel alone, its cold up here..
I feel il fall from here down there..
Too high im placed upon that stand
Too high i look, and i spin to the ground
The fall is slow, i dream in space..
The fall is ended with a thud from grace..
I hide now, away from it all..
I hide my face, my eyes from view..
Im scared of you now, its sad but true..
Im scared of the things you say i can do..
I have not the power, or cruelty of heart..
I am but a flower in hurricanes path..
Im not the hard girl, you would have me beieve
Im just a furby, who needs love and for it to be real..
But i know for me love will never be..
I accept that for me this is as good as il see..
I wish you well, you deserve to shine in your star..
You shall find peace, love and it will be worthwhile..
So turn from me, look far away, you gave me fear, and that cant be repaired.. no matter how you look or find or chase..fear for me is the end, no watching this space...... move on move past move up and away.. there are better than me who can give without a pace... be well, be loved be happy as you.. your a true worthy man but for me we... just cant.
There is something in her,
that calls my name,
why?
she is not the prettiest nor wisest,
she is not the bravest or kindest,
she is neither hard nor soft,
there is something in her,
that calls my name;
and something in me
that responds.
The durian
I'm told is a sweet
tasting fruit
that smells of
decay
I'm not popping in to praise the standard of the rhymes.. for they are all good...
nor post any... for mine ain't...
but; Staggerlee, with a name like that, you simply have to be a fan of Mr cave.... am I right?
lp
I am the given gift,
I will not wait,
I am the given gift,
I have no price,
no need to be earnt
I need not be bought ,
accepted,denied,or rejected
I am the given gift,
I have no choices to make
I am the gift given,
I have no say
I am the gift given,
to use as you may,
all choices are yours
I do not wait or hold back,
I do not bleed or mourn,
I am the gift given
my role is filled.
I am both giver and gift,
and do not fear loss,
I am both giver and gift,
and grown stronger
as both
I do not look back,grieve,
fear or rage,
I am both giver and gift,
in your hands I lay
I am the gift giver,
take what you will,
I am the gift giver,
It is mine to give,
and demands no return
I give freely,openly,
in honesty,and trust,
I am the gift giver,
do what you must.
Given in trust
Taken in lust
Return I must.
Keep it guys.... some good stuff! Im enjoying them :smile:
Anai's gun
Anai get's her gun,
she draw her 45 magnum,
gentle cleans and oils,
long barrel sleek and straight,
lovingly slipped in to soft holster,
full up to trigger.
Did I spell that right?
I step back away from light i stand and hide in the night.... the world is harder than i thought, i think iltake back what ive bought...
Being single is no fun, i dont want to be alone i want some fun.. but how to find the knight for me, does he exist is he there, just for me ?
I get the 'hi's , hello's, hey theres,.. i get the hey babe come sit down here.. i get the men who to see.... how much of them i can swallow or peeee...
no one says how are you,.. no one askes me are my eyes really that blue, no one sees me for who i am... all they see just FURBYFIED.....
I will just move on and move past this, and accept that fine im just here to please.. get used to it quick before to long, dont expect love it will never come.. some people are just lucky to find there number 1... but girls like me its hardly ever done..
the best i can get is numbe 4 its better tht five and its not to far.. i can my see life stetched out in front years and years of empty sex.... i reclused once for a whole three years.. maybe that time is ready an near... so if i do dont worry bout me i been trained from a young age to take it an be brave...i just dont want to now im grown, i can say no i can stand proud....
im feeling alone in an crowded room i stand 2"inches tall and im invisisble too you .. but il be back il be 7ft tall, and il squash them when i sit on my bum.... i feel invisble i feel unknown.. i feel id die and i would pass on alone, sometimes the black it comes in waves, it creeps up on me i try to be brave, but this is hard one its got hold of me, im sad, im alone, im tired of me.....
Cool blue eyes
why so low?
Hair of auburn fire
why so sad?
Break a smile
life is ahead.
As i sit curld under the stairs
I wonder will he see me there
Hidding from the thud thud thud
As his footsteps come for blood
The shout is loud, its my name he shouts
Where are you bitch come out, be found
I know your there i smell your fear..
come take it like a bitch he sneers...
I curl so small i hurt my side,
i try to climb right inside...
in to my skin, and disappear
before the thud thud stops. oh dear.
this time im safe he didnt see..
not clever enough to use his ears
for if he had hed surely hear
my beating heart that pounds in fear..
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I look back on these poems i wrote at the time and i think god i was lucky to be alive... i nearly died so many times, there must be a reason i was spared so often, to cheer up the sad or to be totally open, to help to be kind to be thought of mind, to live to love to give out free hugs, or maybe to teach that black can turn white.. that you dont have to live in fear of your life... life can be lonely at times i am sad, as i still have no family , no one to fall back... its me, my self and me alone... but im alive and thank goodness now im all grown....
I think back an il never foreget the thud thud footsteps that walked up them stairs.... but if i had a normal life ,then who would i be.. for i know i certainly wouldnt be me...... without the pain, we never learn, we dont understand how we easily hurt, others around us and sometimes ourselves.. if life is all roses and never had harm.. you cant understand how it feels to be harmed.. but once your damamged you make it a quest... never to make another feel how you felt, its easy to think they did it to me.. but think on people they cycle stops with me!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
From rancid mud
clean white lotus flowers.
I close my eyes, shut out the light...i know il see if i dare to be. The bruise on my cheek the cut on my head, the buckle mark left from his leather belt..I cant move much,it hurts to breath, my clothes on the ground shredded in a heap... He kisses my cheek and pockets my pants and says good job girl,now fuck of home, ive beers to drink an real women to bone... He struts off like nothing at all.. as i gather my clothes an mop up the blood... i sneak home, all ashamed an quiet.. and fall unconcious on in my flat on the ground... I woke up where i fell that night.. i really thought id dreamt that event.. but no its real im covered an caked.. i cry to myself an hobble to bed.. but i have to bathe my cuts an bones, i cry for an hours now im cold to the bone.....
I close my eyes, shut out the light...i know il see if i dare to be. The bruise on my cheek the cut on my head, the buckle mark left from his leather belt..I cant move much,it hurts to breath, my clothes on the ground shredded in a heap... He kisses my cheek and pockets my pants and says good job girl,now fuck of home, ive beers to drink an real women to bone... He struts off like nothing at all.. as i gather my clothes an mop up the blood... i sneak home, all ashamed an quiet.. and fall unconcious on in my flat on the ground... I woke up where i fell that night.. i really thought id dreamt that event.. but no its real im covered an caked.. i cry to myself an hobble to bed.. but i have to bathe my cuts an bones, i cry for an hours now im cold to the bone.....
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:) :) 
