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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 cl...

Something You Just Don't Joke About

You just don't joke about it... one person and I was irritable the rest of the week...

The day was good. I think it was Friday, or perhaps Thursday, but either way, the whole day was amazing... Until the very end. The bell had rung and I was walking to the stairs when I heard a guy from my grade (he was on the bench in the Senior section up...

Since I've known you all I've doneIs build you up and give you love.I loved you for so long and yetAll you do is take and get.You tear me down and make me cryAll I can think of is "Why?"Why did I waste all these years?Why did I give you all my tears?Why d...

The Conclusion of Quirks

How the story ended

Well here I am reporting for work on the haunted house project, it’s the day after my birthday and I am not in the best frames of mind. If you read the first installment you will remember that none of my so-called friends would honour any of my requests f...

What I Truly Am

Thanks For Showing Me What I Truly Am

I will never again. Why you ask? Because I keep getting hurt by those who promise not to hurt me. I’ll never open up again, and give my heart to anyone. There are those who are never meant to be loved, and I suppose I’m one. I know my friends will tell me...

Painfully Broken

Thanks For Showing Me I'm Nothing

You know what? I trusted you. I let my guard down because you told me you didn't want to be like my exes. You told me you wanted to be different. You made me promises from day one. You kept telling me to trust you, because you weren't going to hurt me lik...

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Hate and Circumstance

Never judge because we all have a story that makes us who we are or pretend to be!

He sits in front of his bedroom window A street light illuminating his face Conniving a dangerous and deadly scheme In the name of preserving his raceHe devotes no thought to right or wrong Morality has no place His only concern is with the task at hand I...

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The Voice in my Head

Why do these things happen? Why do I hear such things in my mind?

They hate you, they will always hate you.Its your fault too, because they don't understand you.How could they? They never take the time to understand;that the pain in your heart is suffocating you.You're way too nice, and hang around them.They smile too a...

Who's to blame

God help the children of the future, it doesn't look very bright

In the face of the most recent massacre in the US, the unbelievable senseless loss of such young lives, as well as the lives of the teachers trying to protect them. I have to wonder what this world is coming to, and what kind of people will inherit it. Wh...

Expectations

Putting the past where it belongs, behind me.

You fell short of my expectations, took up time and created frustration You knew what to say and what to do, it's as if I was a challenge for you You fed me lies I chose to believe, that was me being naive It was not long before your poison set in and I c...

My Home Is My Hell

A poem about the life of a wife with an abusive husband, sadly she has given up and just takes it.

How did I get into this messWe used to be so happy togetherNow it's my own blood on my little black dressI will feel my face sting from his slap foreverI am too scared to say how I truly feel and confessThat I hate him but he just keeps yanking my hair. M...