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Stupid me!
There I go...
creating another lie and another black hole.
What have I done
that I would pretend
to let this happen
and let me play the victim?
Now that I know just what I have done
I don't want to tell a soul
and let the sympathy in.
For I don't deserve the tears
or the attention.
All I've done
I've done to hurt myself
So what have I done
and what can I do?
I've damaged something
that could have been true.
And now I lie in this mess I've made.
Seems fitting that blood
would be the liquid to stain
…stupid me.
There I go...
creating another lie and another black hole.
What have I done
that I would pretend
to let this happen
and let me play the victim?
Now that I know just what I have done
I don't want to tell a soul
and let the sympathy in.
For I don't deserve the tears
or the attention.
All I've done
I've done to hurt myself
So what have I done
and what can I do?
I've damaged something
that could have been true.
And now I lie in this mess I've made.
Seems fitting that blood
would be the liquid to stain
…stupid me.
Literature
Darkness
Darkness...
It's in every heart.
It keeps love and death apart.
The light pushes hard
and so does the dark.
When they push to hard your heart will burst.
So be sure to belive the light first.
Run from it.
Hide from it.
Whatever you do don't ever go all the way through.
Literature
The Darkness
Darkness is my comfort.
It protects me from my fears,
Hides me from them.
In the dark I can watch the light,
Without the light watching me.
The darkness understands me,
It does not judge me;
In the dark we all look the same.
It wards off those who fear the dark;
The ones that seek to harm me.
Darkness is my only ally,
In the war I fight alone;
The war in my head.
Literature
Blue
Saxophone smooth in a three-piece suit
enters Blue - cool and suave, disdainful
to those of duller class - the crass
beiges and browns seen down the street
and around the town.
Electric, Blue glides bar-ward, in charge
and smug with martini charm - rhythmic
in conversation, his words slide
like the saxophone ride he came in on.
Red can't leave him alone.
He presses convivial keys, playing
the spectrum with a smug smile -
It's an old game with new names
and people to mix with. He smirks
his way to Ebony.
'How have you been?' and all that jazz,
just the casual quips and usual digs
of the typically hip, tripping
over tongues an
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Fabulous. Fav for sure. I love the sarcasm. It's brilliant!