Dracula is a must see!
Friday nights 10pm on NBC!
I belong to you
And you belong to me
This post was from 2012, wow, what a difference a year makes.
I wake up as I do every night at three in the morning, Blatter weighing heavy on me and the cold from the still room engulfs me. As I get back to my cherry wood Victorian style queen size canopy bed I check my text messages as I normally would. After peeing a river and watching my cat storm glair at me, her ears flare aware of the twinkle sound hitting the porcelain bowl. I think of this secret no one but me and God knows, it hurts so bad to love someone and not be able to tell a soul https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/no-one-knows-but-god-and-mepoetry/
My heart is heavy because I could feel him and I love him and I need him. I looked at my phone my heart leaped out of my chest, my breathing got heavy and poor storm leaped on my bed to my aide. But she was no consolation because it was him I wanted. His text was brief; it read “Hey, You up??” I laid back on my mass of pillows wishing for them to comfort me as I held the phone close to my heart. I could hear the sound of love vibrating through my chest. I needed desperately to move this mountain called love https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/09/20/i-moved-that-mountain-poetry/
I have tried to replace him with the man from the coffee shop but even that is dangerous to replace someone with someone else the way he did me https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/danger-epigram-poetry-true-story/
I still love him and time hasn’t removed him from my memory yet https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/time-is-an-illusion/, I look at my Samsung Galaxy android, holding it tight, praying for him to persist making it hard for me to resist…but nothing came. I cried as I normally did after his text messages because only a fool would respond so I knew I couldn’t ): I just wanted him to STOP https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/stop-poetry/ because I am nothing to him, never was and never will be because he is married and could never be mines.
Something in me waits patiently for his demise because she will hurt him again and I won’t be around to nature him back to health,,,FOOL OFME! https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/shades-of-grey-poetry/
I WANT TO FORGET THE DAY WE MET https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/august-18th-haiku/
I JUST WANT HIM OFF OF ME! I’M LEFT WITH A BROKEN HEART AND SOME WONDERFUL POEMS, FOOL OF ME!
Intimacy crept through our rain
It cradled every
Hurt
Hang-up
Blew life through this pain
Pieces lingered
Tried hard to remain
We withdrew from every
Dead kiss
Tried hard to sustain
We day-dreamed into bliss
Tried hard to hold on to the pain
Til only intimacy exists
It melted into us
Like candle wax
And saturated the deepest wounds
Mending even
The most broken crack
We were
Shielded
By Intimacy
FYI: https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/tears-poem/
I call her sad and troubled, she is beautiful and her face has inspired many pieces.
So here she is again (:
Tears weighing heavy
Was the crooked tilt of judgments scales
I could feel the rust that sired me in between my harnessed vial
I wanted love but hate was the only boat that sailed
Rotted flint
Air came
Then went
Teasing sensations
That leaned
Then bent
Cement
That became
Part of me
Sunk Deep were fragments of
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
Sunk Deep were fragments of
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
What I used to be
Rotted flint
Air came
Then went
Troubles stir up, weeds strangle my opened brain
Roaming my veins and senses
I wear the memories
Mind collapsed
Kill the fucker
Cocaine!
INSANE!
Fingers
Mind bent
Lingers
Time spent
Triggers
Sinners
Went
Maze
For days
Grudge
Anything
Sluggish nudge
To be hugged
And loved
By drugs and street thugs
Alley tugs
Her spirit
Can you hear it
Screaming
Come to me
Come to me
Come to me!
Come to me
NOOOOOO!!!!!!!
GET THE F*** OUT MY BRAIN!!!!!
Cocaine
A collection of weapons used
A pretense
Unconscious defense
Against
A wounded heart
WORDS!
I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
From
Me
I can hear it in the distance
Bleeding the sound
That can be heard miles
And miles
And miles beneath burdened ground
I can feel it
Even under a whisper
Sensations plague my senses
Without my permission
Like military transistors
And lust craves my very essence
Sad and lonely suffers my bones
Left me
Dropped
Lava
Melted
Deep
Ratchet
Between dark alleys
And ancient cobblestones
Tears heavy like bricks
Pots so deep it was hard to mix
The word fix with exist
And my inner twitch was hard to resist
Because
I
Still
Love him
His lips
Drip
Melted candle sticks
Was a bad trip
Standing beyond this cliff
Waiting for pigs to fly
And I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
Directly
From
Me
He Loves me to Life
Through a Cross Road of Love
Leaves Vacancies
A diagnosed Disorder
Makes me Doubled Minded
And I began Sculpting Tears
That proclaims me Beautiful
That was Restitution
To The Man on the Bus
He saw my Haunted House
And read my Braille
Sunday November 3rd at 1am I will not forget
He Was
Like and Icicle
Melted into me
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/he-loves-me-to-life-poetry-waudio/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/crossroad-of-lovepoetry/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/24/2435/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/disorder-random-thoughts/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/double-minded-poem/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/12/sculpting-tears-poem/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/beautiful-random-thought/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/11/02/restitution-po/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/to-the-man-on-the-bus-pages-matam/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/haunted-house-epigram/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/braile-poetry/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/sunday-november-3-at-1am-dont-forget/
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/he-was-random-thought/
Systematic X 4
Fractured mind
One door
I lust him X 4
Systematically ignored
A thousand is never enough
Because
I will always
Want more
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