Originally posted by snehin
hello
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
heh..... and would you REALLY want a guy that only gets outta his house once a year? 😂
Ok here's another poem for ya
Controlled
Marionette strings,
Running from my heart,
Into the hands of another,
Pulling first one way,
Then the other way,
When it realizes that,
It went the wrong direction,
The strings growing taut,
Then loosening up again,
Briefly giving some respite,
Lying dormant, letting me be,
Then seizing control once more,
I have no power over it,
And I can only move,
As I have been directed,
By this saucy, stubborn,
Ever optimistic puppeteer,
Despite being beaten down,
Despite being left in the dust,
It never seems to give up,
No matter the obstacle,
That may get in the way,
Long past the point,
That I myself would have,
Thrown in the towel,
And who could it be,
This crafty puppeteer?
At the end of those strings,
You will find a single entity,
And that entity.........
Is love.
And here's another.... It's got mature subject matter in it.... and for the record it has NOTHING to do with me.... it's about a girl I'm using in a story.... just so that's clear...
I Give Up
Go on, hit me again,
You know you want to,
Backhand me, punch me,
Make me black and blue.
You could crack my ribs,
Or even break my nose,
Pound me and batter me,
You know how it goes.
When you're done that,
You can move onwards,
I have other places you,
Can put focus towards.
Tie me to the bedpost,
Strip me to the skin,
Grope me and fondle me,
Knowing you'll always win.
My body you can use,
To satisfy your lust,
Shatter this poor vessel,
Like you did my trust.
Beat me every morning,
Rape me every night,
I will not try to stop you,
I will no longer fight.
The mind of a girl,
Of only fourteen years,
Cannot take all of this,
Too many fears and tears.
I have given up the hope,
That I will soon be free,
I will forever be your slave,
Few years will I ever see.
My life is slowly fading,
Away with each new day,
You see this is the truth,
Yet you continue anyway.
I eat little, I sleep even less,
I constantly live with pain,
Both physical and emotional,
No respite can I ever gain.
I wish that I could just die,
But that is not a choice,
For you will not let me,
These ideas have no voice.
I tried to take my life once,
I almost succeeded as well,
But you found me too soon,
Keeping me here in this hell.
I cannot leave this room,
And nothing left in here,
Is sharp enough for the job,
You always seem to interfere.
If there is a God up there,
Then I beg for you to help me,
Release me from my prison,
Let me be either dead or free.
Originally posted by snehin
hey sweetie how u sry i din't post in a while u know y anyway wats up?
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
hug wow hon, great works.... and somewhat frightening.... how well you see into the soul of a tormented one..... hrm.... may it never come to pass upon you. like to see some of that story yo! 😄