lonelyness

MARRY ME.

 

 
MARRY ME.





As a child, I always knew what I wanted to be: a poet or a serial killer.


Both used the same ammunitions, while the poet kills with words,


The assassin used a bullet but at the end, both listen the whispers of their emotions, feelings to terminate their anguish.


MARRY ME...


As a teenager, I wanted to be a saint or a whore. Both used the same trick, one sell his soul, the other one sell his flesh but at the end, each ones is searching to escape.


MARRY ME...


As an adult, I wanted to be a cobra or a lethal rose. Both used their beauty.


One will dance, his stare hypnotise you to inject his lethal venom, and the other one will always prick your heart to piece.


MARRY ME…


These days, I dream and wish to be love and to love, I dream of the man pressing his lips again mine and wish the sweetest kiss of a lady.


Because at the end of the day, we are all sexual being…




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Picture my pain

Picture my pain

For it's all that's left

An empty shell:

Its guest.

My mind

My soul

My own free will

Picture my pain

For it's all that's left

This internal, eternal, immortal

deamon of death.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please comment. I'd like to hear your thoughts on this first poem.

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Closed

Closed

Do not mind the cobwebs

My heart has been closed for a while

It has been broken so many times

It would make one little pile

I may seem to be cold to you

I may seem to be very aloof

But I am hiding my heart

Because I cannot make it break proof

I have tried so many times at love

But every time all I do is fail

So I am closing myself off from the world

Sustaining on water and bread that is stale

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THE LAND OF THE FREE?

If you flew away, I could not have bear the thought, so I felt.

Margot.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

freedom is from within so why do we spend so much energy building our own cage?

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