falling down the rabbit hole May 1, 2006
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deeper into the rabbit hole
down down in darkness she rolls
a world of colors and creatures
full of twisted strange features
run into teasing and cheating
what's in the bottle she's keeping
drink it drink it, down down
drunk girl, drunk, drown drown.
too big for this small space
feeling so little, so erased.
clawing and digging upside out of this hell
she'll never stand up from the place that she fell.
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it fucking hurts April 11, 2006
Posted by pusher in poetry, thinkin again.1 comment so far
hurt me, fucking hurt me hard
hurt me the way you fuck me
you're so good at it
hurting and fucking
and i come running back for more
like a clingy needy bitch
hurting myself
fucking myself over
fuck me until it hurts
fuck you for hurting me
hurt me for fucking you
hurt me cause you dont give a fuck
i hurt me too, what joy what fucking fun
fuck hard
hurt hard
fuck me sweetly
hurt me greatly
hurt me because it fucking feels good
tommorrow April 4, 2006
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i might not be around
for you to hear this sound.
you might not be here long
so you see my silence seems wrong.
what if today is the last
and i never said this in the past?
i dont know how i’m supposed to act
and im counting on you to create this pact.
ive laughed until i cried,
and cried until my eyes dried.
thats jsut my outward signs
of what makes us inwardly blind.
you go first,
i don’t have this rehearsed.
how long am i supposed to wait?
another week,
another four?
until you’re too weak,
until you even your score?
how will i know if tommorrows too late?
A Friends Greeting March 11, 2006
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I’d like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I’d like to be the help that
you’ve been always glad to be;
I’d like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.
I’d like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;
I’d like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you’ve stirred.
I’d like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;
I’d like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
lean upon.
I’m wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you’ve strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I’d like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.
- Edgar A Guest -
