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littlemisso
I like to think myself a poet, wounded and bleeding.
 
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Poem

The Wind

 

Talking into the wind

For years upon end

Over and over again

Gentle words float back

A stranger, my friend

Whispering into the wind

Words and music

Touching my soul

Over and over again

Talking into the wind

 

{For my friend 7-31-2010} 

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Lost

 

Didn't see it coming

Only wish you hadn't gone

Of all that there were

You were the one

 

I spent the time

I traveled the miles

I have the memories

To make me smile

 

I will listen for your laughter

Traveling on the wind

I will look for the signs

That mean I will see you again

 

Written for my Aunt Betty, passed away 3-29-2010

 
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Lies
Tags: poetry

Lies

 

You didn’t need to lie to me

The truth would have set you free

Running down the corridor

Searching for an open door

 

You lied to get what you wanted

I tried to just give it to you

You live inside yourself each day

I live to see it taken away

 

You keep trying to get close to me

So you won’t feel alone

I keep trying to get away from you

So you won’t drag me down

 

You lied to get what you wanted

I tried to just give it to you

You live inside yourself each day

I live to see it taken away

 

Why did you try not to be

The man you were without me

I will see your soul wither and die

That is what comes from feeding it lies

 
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Liars all around

So okay, I normally don't write about stuff but here I go......

Why do people lie so much? Why can't people just say what they mean and mean what they say? I know people lie to me and it still just pisses me off when I confirm that they have. Why? What is the point? What does it get you? You lie all your freaking life and wonder why your Karma is shit!!! What is wrong with you people? Why!!!!!?????? I just don't f***king get it!!!! Do you really just care so much about what you want and nothing for the feelings of any other person on the face of the planet? You only care about the ugly, selfish, desperate, unworthy piece of shit jerk that you have to look at in the mirror every morning you get out of bed. Ah much better now.

 
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Not me
Tags: poetry

How could you ever see

How could you not

Everyday you take

Another piece of me

 

You talk  with words

You don’t really mean

Thinking things don’t hurt

If they are not seen

 

I am here all alone

With you everyday

Gone from this love

Here all the same

 

I am here then I go

So you will never know

How hard for me it really is

Just to live

 

Maybe one day you’ll see

Once upon a time

When I am

Not me

 
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