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Puberty Day to day one will wonder:
What happens now?
Will I go before those and impress?
Or fall and submit to all?
Black Holedepths of a Black Hole
one will reside
all Silent cries of pain.
Silent tears of shame.
Silent days of rain.
cheer, glee, enjoyment
to remember is to Forget.
Forget agony of betrayal.
Forget illusion of trust.
Black Hole reaches beyond
my soul grasps the lives
of those in my path and
takes form in my wrath.
LifeBlurring, aching, shaking, breaking.
No hope, no chance, no desire, no life.
Remember, linger, ponder, wonder.
No why, no reason, no hint, no answer.
Worry, hate, fear, escape.
The Joker and The ThiefThe world is but a Joker and a Thief.
A show and tell of love and hate.
Illusions of knowledge and power.
While true nature's fate mocks and laughs.
Stealing hopes, dreams, and life.
One may believe, hope, and wish for
life to have its triumphs and failures.
Alas this is all but the Joker's tale.
The tale is told as the thief does his dues.
Stealing any chance of power.
For we are not actors on this stage,
nor are we the spectators,
rather, we are the stage itself.
The base on which the joke is being told.
ToxinFaster faster they travel,
moving through every cell.
Corrupting. Polluting. Intoxicating.
Louder louder he yells,
at every one he loves.
Hurting. Punishing. Breaking.
Further further it goes,
changing every known feature.
Forgetting. Vanishing. Leaving.
Harder harder they struggle,
dangling on every faint hope.
Praying. Begging. Loving.
Brighter brighter is the light,
radiating to every corner.
Inviting. Welcoming. Caring.
Warmer warmer his eyes
become with every minute.
Surviving. Controlling. Conquering.
Defenses are up, guards are posted, the locks on the door.
Standing outside is a person, like many before.
Waiting, pleading, and begging to be let in.
But the man in the tower only looks down with caring eyes.
Because no one is ever let in.
Hours become days.
She stays and waits.
Days become weeks.
She is still standing outside, with the guards now gone.
Weeks become months.
She remains loyal, and the door unlocks.
Suddenly the tower changes from its gloomy state.
To a happier, and more loving place.
Life is great, the world is anew, everything because she had stayed true.
Defenses are gone, and hope is all that is left.
For the man believes that she is the one.
No longer did he have a watchful eye on his future wife to be.
But as he moved into the other room, his eye no longer fixed,
And as she passed under the tower doors,
The cornerstone was moved.
And the tower began to crumble.
Underneath the rubble the man is broken and torn.
And with the little strength he has, he sta
The BottleThe bottle hits the ground as I cover my face.
Her memory fills my thoughts of her loving grace.
As the bottle rolls away, I remember the day.
The day she cried and walked away.
Her love was strong, true, and caring.
Yet I chose the empty and sorrowed bottle.
Its toxins I craved but now despise.
For I lost.
I lost the love of my life.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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