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for you...you know who you are...

 

...i just want the hurtin to end. ive just about had it. we go round in circles. and i know that. dont you think it frustrates me. dont you think it makes me wanna scream -- let me off!!!

 

i so hate the mess we are all in. i wish things could have been different but whats the use of wishes, when they hardly ever come true.

 

you always tell me things that make me want to hang on, and i always listen... they do the same...but i have no freakin clue how much longer i can sustain this.

 

...i just want the hurtin to end.

 

please.

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i dedicate this poem for the peepz out there who are needlessly suffering... forever a victim.

 

Painful Misury

 

Fullish Nightmares

Bloody tears

Broken Hearts

Sliced Wrists

 

Misury in it's own

I created my world

And prayed someone

Anyone

Would save me

 

It's my world

It's my pain,

My blood,

My misury

 

Shameful tears i lay on my pillow

Crying over you

My heart breaks each time I think of you

 

I did it to myself

Why do I ask for help?

It's my world,

My whole,

I dug my grave

Now I lay in it...

 

My Misury

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Miss T,

 

First of all, I'd like to apologize for what happened yesterday. I failed to anticipate what those guys did, although admittedly, their tactic was kind of predictable. I've known them since my early days at the company, and it's actually their practice of finding an opportunity to hit on the new girls. I thought they would have outgrown this habit by now, for most of them are already married (apparently, this is not so.) What made matters worse, was that they said some things that were a bit out of line. I knew that I had to find a way to divert this kind of unwelcome attention from you, so I tried to steer the conversation to more trivial matters (thus, effectively excluding you from it.) It's a good thing you took this cue to make a graceful exit, and that they had no excuse to follow suit. I do hope that you'd forgive me for this, for it was my previous association with them that provided the basis for a formal introduction, in the first place. I can't blame them for acting the way they did, though. You could expect more of the same when you meet the other guys, because they're so drawn to you (like bees to a flower, so to speak.) I hope this didn't ruin your day, Miss T. You may call it an "occupational hazard" (particularly for someone like yourself.) May this experience equip you with the knowledge to deal with similar situations in the future (which is very likely.) Again, my sincerest apologies.

 

Respectfully yours,

S

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Hi C. I miss you. I regret not having admitted to you that I wished to be by your side these past couple of months. I miss the warm friendly hugs and kisses. I so miss your 75 different kinds of smiles. I should have told you that I once thought of pursuing what I've been feeling for you all these years. I do think about you sometimes. I feel good that you just know me so well and trust that my weaknesses won't get the better of my judgement, my friend. I hope, when things fall in their rightful places, that we'd finally be together, just like in my dreams. :)

 

hehe...kasentihan... :cool:

 

uy, joke lang 'to ha...

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Bring Me Down

-=icewulf=-

 

Silence.

They stir an angry mob but remain in silence.

Ah.

Another masterplan designed for their convenience.

 

Kudos.

I applaud you for your efforts.

Alas.

I look down upon you and your “skills” of sorts.

 

Motive.

What is it you seek?

Retribution.

Retribution for the meek?

 

Prophets.

False prophets you have become.

Pathetic.

What makes you think I'm what you are, caged and lonesome.

 

Delusions.

Still shooting at the stars?

Pitiful.

You will only end up counting your scars.

 

Remember,

I ignore your lashing and backstabbing.

However,

Every word you have sowed I’ve been noting.

 

Chaos.

I want it not, but don’t take me wrong.

Bedlam.

It’s what I'm known for. My song.

 

Secrets.

Ah, you can try and keep them.

Wisdom.

That’s my weapon of choice ‘till I sing your requiem.

 

 

Hide.

Disguise yourselves, you’re getting good at it.

Seek.

I need not seek. I see right through your feat.

 

Run.

If you’re smart enough you should know.

Fate.

Your fates have sealed your lives accursed, I avow.

 

Finger.

Not a finger need I lift.

Smiter.

He shall take you down. He shall deliver my gift.

 

Farewell.

Maybe this is farewell, once friends.

See.

Let’s see what happens when I'm done and all this ends.

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... i tried to grasp for words but i failed...

...tried to turn to music but the notes faded....

...tried my pen but the ink has evaporated...

...no matter how i say i am ok....

...the mirror just refelcts how much i pretended...

...i'm hurting, deeply, and there's nothing i can do about it...

...but cry myself to sleep...

...drive myself hard at work...

...cuddle my angel on my lap...

...and pray with all my might...

...that the time comes..

...when this too shall pass...

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Guest Georgiababe

From time to time,you ask me why i choose you...

what is so special about you?

I choose you because you are you...

I have never had anyone treat me the way you do....

I would never do anything to hurt you....

You mean more to me than you realize.....

I am hoping that one day I can prove all of this to you! I want you for you!

 

Will always be true to you....

 

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Guest Georgiababe

Sorry, I hurt you..

We all made mistakes not trying to understand each other, some words did hurt in some way...

I got carried away by saying those words to you...

Please accept my apology...

 

I LOVE YOU BABY :heart:

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for my once before baby.

 

 

there you go.

i've gone and said goodbye.

i hope this ends all the misery.

i hope my tears stop now.

 

i know you will find joy.

i think you have already found it.

think of me with a smile.

at least, it was good while it lasted.

 

thank you.

i wish things could have been different.

but sadly,

some things just aren't meant to be.

 

goodbye.

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I never said you had to offer me a second chance

I never said I was a victim of circumstance.

I still belong, don't get me wrong

And you can speak your mind

But not on my time.

 

I don't need you to worry for me cause I'm alright

........

I don't care what you say anymore this is my life

Go ahead with your own life leave me alone.

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you are going to make it through this day. this day will pass too, like other days. it may be longer this time, but it will end because the sun has to set later, and the late night news has to broadcast.

 

chances are your situation isn't that bad for you to end up in the evening news. it is just pain. it is just the inability to breathe properly without tears. it is just voices in your head asking questions to which you have no answers. it is just you hurting now. and when this day is over, we will know if the hurt will turn to numbness, or...

 

today will be over. take refuge on that truth.

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Dear K,

 

I have always been aware of your capabilities though the choices you make disappoint me. If only you were mindful of the consequences but then, that would be another what if. Just don't be surprised when I choose to keep my distance.

 

E

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This is for Lendell

 

 

day dreaming behind the desk

voices swirl like the breeze

around me

 

I drove past his house

just to see where he lives

idled the car and drove on

 

day dreaming behind the desk

the sunsets allowing the

baked tar to cool in the parking lot

 

on the way home

I thought of ink black hair

and Bouneville chocolate eyes

 

day dreaming behind the wheel

the waning moon brightens the road

while I miss traffic islands and curbs

 

My headlights shine on

the canopy of trees I notice

how beautiful the Seringas are tonight

 

Daydreaming in my driveway

of my cinnamon mocha

moonshine baby.

 

 

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I looked and looked at him, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved him more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. He was only the dead-leaf echo of the young man from long ago - but I loved him, this man, pale and polluted and married. He could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of his face.

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what did i tell you about yesterday? today is another day. today makes your wories of 24 hours ago things of the past.

 

did you end up in the evening news last night? did you die? were you annihilated? no.

 

did your hurt lead you to numbness?

 

or the opposite? aren't you happier now? doesn't the morrow look more promising today? don't the clothes fit perfectly again? your hair, the most beautiful?

 

you needed yesterday's darkness to see fireflies in the night. you needed the tears to buy back the smile you pawned for a second's madness.

 

do you still breathe? does it still hurt? do you still await for the one who has given you up for something you're not?

 

you are not done buying things for yourself. but this time you don't use currencies. you spend your life by living or wasting one day out of it.

 

buy joy by living your life, one day at a time.

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Our existence lies forever exposed to the whistling arrows from the dark forces; many of us are struck each minute. And our mortality dooms us to much pain from these wounds, and to the certainty that one such arrow shall be fatal; no person survives beyond some years.

 

Yet we do not despair. We go about our appointed duties with strength and cool intelligence, even as those beside us fall. We march against the dark forces and claim victories; temporary these may be, still we do not tire of re-claiming these. We still raise and guide the younger ones, who will take on our hardships and our duties.

 

And even in desolate battlefields, we yet find laughter and mirth.

 

We do not despair. We are not overcome.

 

For we know no other life save one spent fighting darkness, until Day should come again; we who are Her children!

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