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Clenched fist
I will pound
the wall,
blaming
myself
for the tears
that rolled down
the world's cheeks.
With all fingers
pointed
at me,
this suffering
in my chest
would never
equal
the anguish
I inflicted
upon
the hearts
of those wo cared.
No penance
would be enough
to save
my decaying soul.
And with each drop
of my blood
that will stain
the wall,
I will cry
my apologies
to the heavens.
No matter
how much
it would hurt,
I will keep
pounding
until this gash
on my forehead
stops
bleeding.
I will pound
the wall,
blaming
myself
for the tears
that rolled down
the world's cheeks.
With all fingers
pointed
at me,
this suffering
in my chest
would never
equal
the anguish
I inflicted
upon
the hearts
of those wo cared.
No penance
would be enough
to save
my decaying soul.
And with each drop
of my blood
that will stain
the wall,
I will cry
my apologies
to the heavens.
No matter
how much
it would hurt,
I will keep
pounding
until this gash
on my forehead
stops
bleeding.
Literature
Our Issues
Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
ha
Literature
Unsave Me
U n s a v e m e
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Cruel savior-
Make me beg.
Starve me-
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
Primal
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
Unstained,
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Tarnish me
Sweet prince,
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
Literature
Acceptance Ch 43
**Yaoi Warning**
Its fucking freezing, Dev muttered as a gust of cool air slid up his sweater, a violent shiver wracking his body.
It is nearly Christmas, Dev, Jerry laughed, bouncing along beside him along the sidewalk. And you are just wearing a sweater.
Dev scowled. Its a warm sweater, and it isnt that far from the car to Jessicas house.
Then quit complaining, Jerry grinned, seemingly impervious to the cold as his thin shirt rode up an inch or two in time with his stride. Jerry gave Dev a wicked look. Or maybe I should
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While compiling my poems today, I realized that I haven't posted this yet.
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you complie your poems?
i throw them away
i throw them away