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"Bitten"Chasing him through the night, can't let him slip from my sight There is the torrent wind, the stale ground below my feet He turns and falls, I'm almost there........ Looking around, not another soul insight, despite the feeling of hunger I fight Pear down into eyes of topaz and see the sea He's trying to speak and drowned in liquid Red ....... smells swooming inside my head, I hide behind the trees waiting, watching He cries out in anguish....... should I take a step closer drawn by power to reach in and create a survivor .......he will only feel it for a second or maybe forever Tak"Bitten"
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"Impulse"run a little faster.... scream a little louder.... feel the pain, but act on the impulse. I cry thousands of tears, I dread nightfall. I walk alone in the darkness. I cry for him, and him alone. I act the bad things out with him. I shred the memory of him to walk away from me. The thought of losing his touch."Impulse"
fall a little quicker.... breath a little harder.... die in anguish, but act on impulse. I'd do anything for him, walk ten miles, run a hundred, I HATE TO RUN. I'd kiss away all the hurt, caress his chest, and snuggle myself in his arms. I'd break the gl
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"Love"LOVE I picture his face and his body next to mine I sweep the streets of Lust with my passion I think I'm addicted. My love for him is pure and gentle. My heart is sold. My love for him is strong and clasping, through our kisses our story is told. My love for him breaks all beariers and lines, ties and twists of Fate."Love"
I picture us sitting there again, eyes yearning for it the touch, the taste, the smell I feel his lips in my chest and smell the warm array of heat in our mist I taste his blood, sweet not bitter I think I'm addicted. My love for him is uncontrolable, and r
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Captured He came with the smile, the desire I was a stoned wall in between concrete He made a sound that wasn't familiar I stood my ground, but desperate for the touch He became more than a friend at a door He became my all for rich for poor I held the key to let the stanger in, I let down my gates I wanted to feel secure, in control, strong, I shatteCaptured
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i dug up some really good poems. you should try to reading them--they're a BIG inspiration to me.
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(this one made me cry even though i was never in a situation like this before... i know you'll understand it though.) [link]
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
thanx for the watch!
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
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