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Morbid RomanceI want to bite your lips to
know what you taste like,
I want to hold your hips just
to know what you feel like.
I'll hold you close just to
hear your voice, I'll hold you
even closer so that you can only
hear my noise.
I'll embrace your body ever so
tightly, until you choke and faint
in my arms ever so lightly. I'll watch
you sleep knowing that you'll not escape me,
cause your half dead and unable to break free.
After that I'll give breath to your
lungs with a gentle kiss, and seal our fate
with an eternal wish. Finally I'll place
your ear right above my chest, until you
hear my heart beat and I'll
tell you "Please love me,

For the Broken and HatedWorry and anxiety engulf me, covering my soul,
leaving me without a chance to recover.
I do not feel completely whole,
for I have forever lost my lover.

Everywhere I turn, I face criticism.
There is no comforter in my corner.
I cannot escape this prison prism.
Once again, I am a loner.

I can sense the rage in him
against me; I can feel it blaze.
We are buried in grime, colored grim.
But amongst this bleakness, I gaze…

Out on the horizon, I do see someone
in the shape of a woman. Come please!
She says, "It is alright what you have done"
and attempts to put my cares at ease.

At first, I am embarrassed by this comforter,
f

Can You Teach Me?Teach me to fall.
Teach me to trust.
Teach me to believe.

I tense with each sigh of your breath on my neck.
I tense with each pass of your hand against my face.
I tense with each stroke of your fingers through my hair.

I do not think I can fall in love with you.
I do not think I can feel anything for you.
I do not think I can be vulnerable towards you.

Will you teach me to fall?
Will you teach me to trust?
Will you teach me to believe?

Lies and TruthSAYS THE BOY:

Flowers hidden behind my back
to make up for what I truly lack;
Sincerity.
I try to fake a smile
holding her hand all the while
and I speak words that hold no truth:
"I'm sorry, I love you."

SAYS THE GIRL:

Eyes are windows to the soul.
My hand is the only thing he holds;
not my heart.
Inside me, a raging flood
Hate for him thundering in my blood.
He speaks lies, but I speak the truth:
"I'm sorry I loved you."

Your Little CreeperI'm here hiding in the dark.
You're there looking unaware.
I scuttle across the room.
Your window corner is my lair.

You don't know where I am.
You don't know I exist.
You couldn't care less
About another house pest.

I know who you call at night.
I know what you do when they're away.
I know you hate your best friend
And that you have much to say.

I know that you feel lonely
And I know you're sick of the world
And I know the parents haven't told you anything
That you haven't already heard.

I know you want to be a doctor,
Get married and have two kids one day.
I know you don't think you can make it
But I know you'll go all th

My sicknessMy sickness

Picking up the pieces of my heart,
wondering where to go and when to start,
because you left me with these marks,
but even in my dreams we'll never part,

you were always rught there by my side,
give me sweetest dreams or sweetest lies,
your full embrase and caring eyes,
were all just a good disguise,

you made my world a darker place,
and I hope I never see your face,
but you hold a part I cant replace,
a memory I will not erase,

your loving I may always yearn,
when did we take the fated turn,
play with fire end up getting burn,
love is just another lesson learned,

you are my sickness,
you are my cure,
you are th

InspirationInspiration.

A young poet in everyday crimes.
It's so hard to write when trying to find life's rhymes.
But the inspiration always flows.
Through the emotion, the pain, the smile, it shows.

I just had it. The moment. Now it's lost.
My ideas I catch and on paper are the words I toss.
My passion I question, but this is certain.
Writing the ideas and excellence are the only things that I can pin.

My emotions hurt and I want to write it, but it's to much.
To write on and on, on something that bugs and such.
Sometimes I wonder. Why emotion is my greatest inspiration,
Yet it's also my greatest complication.

I get 'those' thoughts. Suici

My love is gone.My love for you is more fleeting that the smallest breeze
Your love for me means as much as much as so much debris
With every word I speak, my love for you depletes.
With every word it grows smaller, even these.

My love for you is like a flickering candle flame.
One little breeze and it'll go out, to never light again.
Now put this bullet through my head and end all of these lies.
Now put this dagger right through my chest to join all of these knives.

I am a whore, all I do is cheat and lie, all I am is loved, but I am unworthy.
So now you know just what I am, I ask you please, end me.
There's a million things for you to do, any way

Clandestine Courting...…& Neurotic Nightmares

A descendent plane,
Crafted cunningly.
Filled of
Sweet mythical layers, within
lies subtle subconscious,
Memoirs, Hopes
{Miseries}
Twisted tales to satisfy sarcasm
- that drips constantly from your
unhumanly perfect lips
- lips to capture your luscious torture,
Tantalising,
Enrapturing,
GoneHaze flitters through my mind,
As change falls as sharply as glass being dropped.
Splintering perceptions,
Through its course of direction.
Repetition follows, after
-such a short breath of Air.
Then it is all envisioned
for the next millennium
of time.

Welcome Back
to my
Medically insane bane,
m

Forbidden DesiresA forbidden love,
A tragic romance,
It all started with one glimpse and one dance.
Around the ballroom floor they spun,
To them this was love, what fun,
But to their parents this was bad.
They wouldn't be happy unless their children were sad.
Their parents plotted against one another,
They faught as if they were sister and brother.
The two lovers couldn't stand to be apart,
But death was the end in life and at heart.
In the tomb their love burned like a fire,
Not even death could put an end to their forbidden desires.

PossessionWrapped inside his arms,
he promises to never let me go.
His lips lower to my ear,
whispers muttered so low
that only I can hear
as he confesses his love for me.

Nodding, I reply in kind,
a gentle squeeze and loving cuddle.
No one else can decipher this.
All our movements, quiet and subtle
covered completely with bliss.

He is forever mine, never to be shared again.

Water NymphYour pocelain skin,
your dark brown hair,
your fozen lips,
and, of course, your sapphire eyes.

They haunt me you know,
your eyes I mean,
as bright as the moon that controls your home
and as deep as the ocean from which you were born.

Everytime I see you,
you are just below the surface,
just beyond my reach,
but just as beautiful as before.

Why don't you come closer,
my beautiful water spirit.
Everytime I come closer,
you always swim away.

Did i frighten you,
my princess of the sea.
Or did you just want me to follow,
you down into the deep.

I wish that you would speak,
your voice would be so sweet.
I think I've heard it o

ShadowedI gave you what's left
of my tattered heart
even if I knew that
it would only be torn apart
yet again
for the hundredth time

For even in the deepest love
there will be sorrow
like sunshine,
love forms a shadow;
cloudy skies
foretelling rain
foretelling tears.

Now, you hold my hand
still I feel nothing,
only the rising storm.

This Is For YouWhat happened?
I often ask myself this question
as I see you walking towards, away from, and beside me.
Why won't you meet my eyes?
Are you ashamed?
But what for...it's not your fault, you know.
Things like this happen.
And I promise you, you didn't 'break me'.
I'm much stronger than whatever you have made me out to be in your head.
The head full of thoughts and dreams and words and stories.
So many stories.
Will you share them with me again?
I guess what I miss the most is the endless stories that poured from your fingers.
Should I talk to you?
Perhaps ask you what happened?
If it was all a lie from the start?
Or maybe we just grew cold fr

On This CliffRunning, Running

We have run so far,
and now we come to a sudden stop.
In front of us is a cliff.
Behind you are tangled woods,
In front are clouds of darkness.
Which path will you choose?

Thinking, Thinking

A choice has to be made.
Make the easy jump,
or turn around only to be
pricked and poked by thorns.

Leaning, Leaning

Looking down,
peering over the edge,
we see an endless fall.
But what if,
we are swept into those dark clouds?
If so,
we would be kept in a darkness forever.
No good ending,
no possible return.

Wanting, Wanting

We all want some light,
but how to get it?
Make the jump,
we dare you.
Make the jum

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Hate Me Instead

by ~zephyr03, Oct 6, 2009, 3:21:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I'd rather have you hate me
a thousand different ways

And have you look me in the eyes
and say it to my face

Say it a million times, if you will
in all the languages you know

Hurt me with your harshest words
and just let my tears flow

At least it's something I deserve
for all that I've done wrong

At least I knew this was coming
and you knew it all along

I'd rather you despise me
with all your soul and heart

Than fill me with deceitful words
that will tear me apart

The pain of your hate would be terrible
this I know for sure

But that is how you truly feel
and time will give me a cure

For if you say you hate me
and I know that it's true

Then I'd rather face all of your hate
than hear a false "I love you."

Hate Me Insteadby ~zephyr03

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

©2009-2013 ~zephyr03

Well, it's true, isn't it?

I mean if you had to choose, which one would hurt you more:

Being told that someone hates you, and knowng that they meant it

or

Being told that someone loves you, when you know that they're lying?

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~wolfish-vampiregirl Apr 23, 2011

absolutely agree with you

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~WhiteTestament Apr 5, 2011

Temari maybe you should submit this piece to #Written-Emotion and #United-To-Write

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~zephyr03 Apr 5, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Um... Nah. I publicize my drawings but not my writing. I'll just leave it for people to find. xD

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~WhiteTestament Apr 3, 2011

Id rather live a lie temari XD

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~zephyr03 Apr 3, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Ooooof course you would.

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~AlmostAce Jan 3, 2011

wow, thats epic

so true, so so true

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~thedementedpsycho Oct 9, 2009

You are shoooo right.

I think I got a case of the snifflies now. *snifflesniffle*

Well written, dude.

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