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Although consumed by fury, you still loved us. At least that is the knowledge of my heart. Screaming like a child, you would beat us Until you snapped, and then the tears would start. "You know I love you," you would cry, demanding More of us through tears than with your fist. And we, through tears, would nod our understanding, Too bullied in our pain to dare resist. Yet now that you've been dead for many years, And I have wandered through my own vast hell, I see the desperate anguish in your tears And hope at last that I can love you well. For only in my love can your love be The love that once, I think, you had for me.
eshajam
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Now the past is just another page in My Love history And thats the only thing that can put me in my misery With blood rushing out of my arteries to my veins So what must i do? this sadness i can't maintain
i'll just cut-open my chest, and plant my heart 6 beneath slick my wrist and let my blood slowly bleed Because i can't bare this life of suffering for eternity physically and emotionally , i'm deeply in agony
So lets wait and see if my Heart grows to a Tree and if it does then, Let the leaves be the pages of our memories The stem and branches be the chapters of us and Let my blood and tears be the ink-pen Let the roots be my the deepest memories kept within
Remember there is no existence without our souls I did what i have to do, and now i have utter my goals Now i found the key to life, the key to paradise i, forever now understand the Tree of Love Life
eshajam
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.....Will She Come?.....
all evening he waited anxiously eyeing the clock retracing his steps over and over counting the minutes until her arrival
kneeling before a crackling fire adding another log he rose to check again his preparations for tonight
the thick sheepskin rug lay lovingly spread before the flames ..WAITING FOR HER..
the book the one she longed after in that tiny shop downtown rested on the warm stone hearth ..WAITING FOR HER..
the wine that special bottle from a few years ago late fall harvest sat open and sweet ..WAITING FOR HER..
the glasses his best crystal sat sparkling in the firelight ..WAITING FOR HER..
his hand stopped a moment over his heart and lovingly fingered the prize there hidden away in his pocket where it lay ..WAITING FOR HER..
taking the ring from its secret place he gazed at it mesmerized by its shine by what it stood for soon he smiled and softly slipped it back to its repose where it lay ..WAITING FOR HER..
seating himself back on the chair he resumed his vigil over the fire over the wine over the clock over himself
and he sat quiet and lost in thought ................... ..WAITING FOR HER..
eshajam
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Sad once again! i can see it in my tears i can see it in my blood the way it drips out my eyes, runs down my fist the water is black and now running down my chest but the blood from my vains still keeps flowing down my fist
the razor i used is right by my side in the silence of the dark i know no one will ever hear my cry that's why my pain and depression always makes me want to ..D...I...E..
~tasha~
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eshajam said:
Sad once again! i can see it in my tears i can see it in my blood the way it drips out my eyes, runs down my fist the water is black and now running down my chest but the blood from my vains still keeps flowing down my fist
the razor i used is right by my side in the silence of the dark i know no one will ever hear my cry that's why my pain and depression always makes me want to ..D...I...E..
~tasha~
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Sometimes I feel like I want to cry or not face life to hide away but I don't need to, I'm already stuck behind the mask of assumption you made for me and placed on my face.
Sometimes I don't want to be in public I don't know what to wear how to act you can throw something on I work so hard to look like everybody else.
But that's o.k. I'm already hidden behind the clothes of prejudice and stereotype you made for me I never have to worry about if you actually see who I am and don't like me how nice of you.
eshajam
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Sometimes I feel like I want to cry or not face life to hide away but I don't need to, I'm already stuck behind the mask of assumption you made for me and placed on my face.
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eshajam said:
Sometimes I feel like I want to cry or not face life to hide away but I don't need to, I'm already stuck behind the mask of assumption you made for me and placed on my face.
eshajam
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If it be true that every entrance shadows somewhere an exit, then it be true that love is blind. The giving of ourselves up for the auction of emotions, the owned and owner mapping the future in the bliss of there afterglow, penning them in, to the poetry of joint dreams, where, when they wake they salute the sun with knowing eyes but mislead minds. The love they have is the thawing and freezing of water in the crack of there passion wall.
I think of things that enter, and see how, despite , love, taste, or desire, they always inevitably pass through- like a circus rolling into town, exciting, thrilling, pleasuring before rolling on. The act of love, the eating of food, the reward of work, all comings of a going. Last night as I lay like a lost dog denied of its owners love and trust I whimpered within- taking note of the clouds- an advancing arming storming forth leaving nothing but a smile of thought and an empty sky.
~tasha~
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eshajam said:
If it be true that every entrance shadows somewhere an exit, then it be true that love is blind. The giving of ourselves up for the auction of emotions, the owned and owner mapping the future in the bliss of there afterglow, penning them in, to the poetry of joint dreams, where, when they wake they salute the sun with knowing eyes but mislead minds. The love they have is the thawing and freezing of water in the crack of there passion wall.
I think of things that enter, and see how, despite , love, taste, or desire, they always inevitably pass through- like a circus rolling into town, exciting, thrilling, pleasuring before rolling on. The act of love, the eating of food, the reward of work, all comings of a going. Last night as I lay like a lost dog denied of its owners love and trust I whimpered within- taking note of the clouds- an advancing arming storming forth leaving nothing but a smile of thought and an empty sky.
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