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October 24, 2007 by secondchances
Make me hate it
Tare me up-push me down
Make me scream
and I'll be satiated.

Tare my heart out
If I cry, it's alright
I'm in need of a hand
to feed my doubt.

Chain me closer
let me feel how the steel
cuts my skin like the knife
was supposed to.

Leave me broken
in a heap on the floor
as I strain to hear
words still unspoken

Victimize me
what I want is to feel
how you feel when
it's Me you're accusing.

Note: Please don't interpret this as a kinky sex poem...it's ...
October 22, 2007 by secondchances
This is how I Want to remember us.
like the smell of the rain on the fall leaves
different from any other kind of rain.
and I still need it more.

This is how I Want to remember us.
the same way I remember being
completely lost in the dark
praying that I won't fall down

This is how I Want to remember us.
like the color white-and black maybe
but mostly the color of trees
and of storms that come slowly

This is how I Want to remember us.
like we are, is, was, were, will be
when w...
October 21, 2007 by secondchances
Imagine for a momentwhat it feels liketo have heart shaped razorsdancing a tango through your stomach.Does it hurt?Not nearly as much as it should.Let's continue.Now think of a hopeno a regretsame thing so it doesn't matter-don't hurt yourself.Calmly set them both-or none-ablaze.Don’t bother calling the Stoutsville Fire Departmentit’s far too late now.Think of the bright side, friend!Now you have a book endalthough it doesn't serve much purposewe can look at it together.So what do you say?Next w...
October 16, 2007 by secondchances
It's more like instructive poison.
Unrelinquishing burning
that I can learn from.
Sin doesn't compare to what it is
the word sin is too small...overused.
So, I'll call it instructive poison.

When I sleep, I fear the darkness
not around me,
within me.
When I wake
I turn my back on the window that faces east
to look in the mirror.

I closed my eyes today
and it all looked the same.
What does that mean
to be so dark and filled with poison?

Small doses.
A day at a time.
Somet...
October 16, 2007 by secondchances
It's more like instructive poison.
Unrelinquishing burning
that I can learn from.
Sin doesn't compare to what it is
the word sin is too small...overused.
So, I'll call it instructive poison.

When I sleep, I fear the darkness
not around me,
within me.
When I wake
I turn my back on the window that faces east
to look in the mirror.

I closed my eyes today
and it all looked the same.
What does that mean
to be so dark and filled with poison?

Small doses.
A day at a time.
Somet...
October 16, 2007 by secondchances
I turned my face from You
and now I see below the earth.
Nothing waits to find me alone
and tare my mask to shredded pulses
of the once beating heart.
Cold and shaking
with terror
with hope
with knowledge-that's the worst part.
I turned my face from You
and now I see below the earth.
Something raw has found me alone.
In the position of attention I stand to hear my fate.
Inside I am a child-you know?
Like yesterday...
when I played dress up in Father's boots.
I'm just a child, you...
October 4, 2007 by secondchances
It's strange...
the sun rose today.
The birds even sang
but the cards never played
like they did that day.
It's strange...
that today you walked by
no tear in your eye
for the days that I lied
to your face.
It's strange
that I know where I'm going
without even caring
not hoping, despairing
or even sharing.
It's life
that can draw out your sword
with the suicide King
still attached at the seams
and life kills Him once more.
Yes, it's life
without it and in it
I know I have ...
September 8, 2007 by secondchances
I am the deepest sort of fear in you
I am the breath of lust
I find you in your darkest place
I tell you I am trust.

You've told me once to leave you be;
to let you rest tonight.
But how could I just let you live
in peace without a fight?

I see you cry in bed alone
For that ONE you hold so dear.
I see you love Him more than life
but not more than your fear.

I am that of which you long
when He is far away
You know, with just a gentle touch
I can cause your faith to sway.

B...
September 7, 2007 by secondchances
To taste you is like to taste death
only sweeter on my tongue.
I can only describe this feeling
when I fit you into my dreams.

I make the error of wishing
on not the wishing well,
but rather the forbidden fruit.
Yet who shall be granted a wish such as that?

I found that touching burns my soul.
Yet I would rather scald out my eyes
than to let an inch of your bliss go unnoticed.
So I can do neither without the other.

I want to rip you apart
and lay you on my mind.
I want to f...
September 6, 2007 by secondchances
You are beautiful...I guess that's just how I would start
No no no. That's not right at all.
I dream of you still, I think about you night and day.
No...not right either...it's actually kind of creepy too.
When we were friends, I never knew what I had
I should have let you feel how you made me feel
Every time we touched...accidentally of course
Every time your eyes lingered on mine for just long enough to let us both know
what we were hiding from ourselves
I wish now that I could touch...
September 6, 2007 by secondchances
Hello out there whoever and wherever
you are doesn't matter as long as you're there
I never quite thought that I'd be this way never
mind all the questions I'll ask when I care

If you had it to do all over again
would you be this way would you see this way
or would you pretend
that the way that you went didn't quite reach the end?

the end being near made it hard to believe
that this chance that you'd taken
had not set you free
so we're trapped in a cyclone of what we could be
if ...