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Alex
19:47 Jun 23 2006
Times Read: 578


As I sit here I feel my old scars ope

With my salty tears my crimson wounds weep

I think of you and the lies you told me

Now you are wanted alive or dead

The pen I reach for would rather be a blade

Digging up my sorrows opening your grave,

All alone I weep

And I cry for what I’ve done

Fallen into the trap of the lies that you have spun,

Pay me with cheap compliments and I am yours for the night

Disown me with your careless words

I alone fight

Sighing deeply in the narrow water bed

Lost are all my heroes

Drunken with regret

Drowning in my sorrows

Drowning in my tears

Drowning in a thousand crimson fears,

Worse Karah Bedford
23:05 Jun 16 2006
Times Read: 585




I don’t know what is worse

The engagement ring that now sits in the kitchen cutlery draw

Or.

The indentation it has left on me.

The past pattern of our love pushed deep into my finger.

The shadow of white flesh,

Showing others what used to be there.

Who used to live there . . .with me



I don’t know what is worse.

The empty bed I no longer share.

Going to sleep alone, on one side.

Feeling like the only flea on a large old dog.

The only one around in a deep dark forest of warmth.

Or.

The faint pattern of his head one the pillow next to me.

The smell of his neck and sneezes imbedded close to me face.

The pain of waking up and finding myself on top

Of where he should be sleeping



I don’t know what is worse.

The feeling of my heart.

Sliding under my ribs like a fish on sand.

Desperate, dry, dying.

Pinning for the salty water I will cry

Or.

The pattern of his blood on our cream sofa.

After he slit his own throat

While I slept in his lap.

Pour out your heart for me
17:43 Jun 12 2006
Times Read: 596


Shall I pour out my heart?

With every crimson beat I shall pour

Who is it for?

The people who mock me?

Those who 'love' me?

Those who judge me?

Those who I shall never meet?

Shall I pour out my heart?

Shall I pour it out from a crystal vase?

Shall I bleed it in to the rivers and feed it to the children?

Shall I flood the lands and hydrate the woodlands?

Shall I pour out my heart?

With each failing beat to drown the emotions that call to us

Jezebel
14:15 Jun 06 2006
Times Read: 608


Slut whore liar bitch,

Sitting here, emotions twitch,

Bloody Jezebel incarnate,

Rotten sordid unwanted date,

Un-pure,

Unclean,

Unseen,

Obscene,

Alone,

We moan,

And scream,

To redeem,

Our sins in thousands wash away,

But blood is thicker so they stay