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Deadly Words

Words are a power tool in use every day.

Words can be a deadly pill, When used in anger they can kill. In anger tossed out as we use, They hurt deeply as we abuse. When we pick the strongest words, They cut deeply as if they are swords. We throw the harsh words out. They hit the listener with clout. We use words in life every day. Use them wrong and we pay. Sometimes words come from above, Especially when we speak of love. Words can be like waves of the ocean, W...

The Past

What one thinks is innocent fun, maybe hurtful to another.

Remembering how we're friends For over a year I stood by your side Supported, cared and helped you As much as I could, Through all the good times and bad. Then I met a guy Someone you didn’t knowSo you decided,That the right thing for you to do Was flirt and meet him in secret. The flirting was nothing new. People warned me to watch my back Keep an eye on you.But I thought I knew you better. So, I brushed aside their warn...

I have heard that some do it because it makes them feel better. I used to be like that, so naive. Though now I do it for another reason. I do it for punishment. I do it for all the mistakes I have made. I do it for all the people I have hurt. I do it for all the mistakes I will make. This is why I take my dull scissors from under my pillow and slide them hard over my arms. For I deserve this pain. I deserve this hurt. For...

I heard the door close today. A soft sigh of air pushed aside. You, home with me after all this time.The water in my bath shimmered.Droplets cascaded over out thrust breasts as I shifted, Longing to feel your touch along my flank. Did the floor creak? A pillow of rainbowed soap bubbles lathered, In swaths I scraped the surface clean. Why did I sense you here?You’d never been to this place. I could hear your voice, its sir...

The girl trapped in her past

Things that happened to a girl in her past dramatically effect her when she becomes a teenager.

BASED ON A TRUE STORYOn November 12, 1997, a baby girl was born, her name was Nicole. Nicole was uniquely different from her older brother and sister who had brown hair and brown eyes; she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She grew up happy with loving parents, and when she was 17 months old, her parents had another child and she was now the big sister of a red headed, blue eyed baby girl named Brooke. Nicole had a very lovi...

Belief

Sometimes it's hard to be yourself...

I dreamed that all my wounds had healed, which freed me to move on.My confidence was coming back, I'd thought it all but gone.A smile, a laugh, an opening up, a glimmer of some hope,But my epistemic self still said I was a dope.Not sure if I was worthy, was sadly my beliefAnd a brave face was the one I wore, despite the mental grief.Suppressing it, I steeled myself and closed my inner ears.Struggling with the demons who h...

Scorpius

A true story about a weekend in Mexico with my forbidden lover

The sand was warm beneath their feet, and the water, though cool, reflected the heat from the day’s sun. They walked on the beach, late at night. The moon was setting, the stars were out. A white smudge, the bands of the milky way, stretched across the sky. Stars were in abundance, and the brighter ones, the ones that reflected the stories of past civilizations, were easy to spot. One, in particular, stood out in the sout...

Tears of a Princess

Have you ever seen the tears of a Princess?

Have you ever seen the tears of a Princess? They are pink They are happy, they are sad They are remorseful, they are hurtful, She feels the pain Some she caused, some she nurtured Some is for those that are so dear Some is hers They stain her face for all to see; To wonder why tears are falling. She tells those that can’t be hurt; Those that really can’t help. She will do it on her own She has learned to be strong The abu...

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Hurt and Pain

watching as the rose whithers in the hot sun

Hurt and Pain from the first gasp of oxygen we feel pain as the doctor or mid wife slaps you into this world pulling you from your mother's breast you form the feeling of hurt crawling to stumble to walking you live with both hurt and pain young year scars as you grow to adult some you wear with pride and some the more deep and dark ones you learn to hide going thru life you change and adapt pain comes and goes till that...

“You know my heart is Breaking,” “Crying, it hurts, please stop.” she said. I realized at that point, That is the farthest thing from the truth. Breaking is bad, nothing bad is here; Just us, Just the truth, Just finding it. It is the area that has been locked away; Shut so that you can protect it. I found the key, You didn’t even know it existed, You forgot about it, You just made you heart smaller, Never knowing it was...

My Everything

My Heart Is Yours

I fell in love with a boy who turned out to be my whole world. I allowed myself to give him everything. He had my heart, He had my soul, He had my mind, He had my everything. I wanted him to have it all. Though I was warned be careful who you give your heart to. While growing up, I was raised right. Don’t be dumb, don’t hand your heart to just anyone. My mama spoke to me, telling me to be smart with my heart. “Yes Mama,”...

Trust, A Broken Promise

What Does A Promise Mean To You?

A promise. What is a promise? What does it mean to you? Do you make them? Do you keep them? I think we all do. We all know them. We all make them. We all keep them. But then there is those who make them, and don’t keep them. No matter the reason, they find reasons not to keep them. Sometimes it can be out of their hands, sometimes to just break the promise. I wonder why some people choose to make a promise, no matter if i...

Faded Memory

Becoming A Faded Memory

I remember when we met and things were new and exciting. Remember? I remember when we met and we spent endless hours together. Remember? I remember when we met we couldn't get enough of each other. Remember? I remember when I met you I liked you. Remember? I remember when I met you, you liked me. Remember? Our feelings grew past liking and slight flirts. We opened the flood gate that allowed our emotions to intertwine. We...

I'm Not Yet Gone, But Forgotten

The Forgotten Place We've All Felt

I find myself standing here not yet gone, but forgotten. How did I get to this place and time?  I often wonder what I did. I often wonder did I make you mad. I wonder where it all went wrong. My life that once was so colorful, so full of life and love is now cold and dead. I'm not yet gone, but forgotten. There isn't anyone here to save me, but I scream for help. No one is coming; my world is just me now.  My life only ex...

The way I always felt your touch even before you touched me, The way I always felt your breath on my skin when you spoke to me, The way I craved your attention when you were busy, The way I longed for you when you were away, The way I felt safe when you touched me, The way I felt when you held me, The way I felt when you gave me your attention, The way I felt when you were all mine. You always knew when to touch me, You a...