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Make of it what you will - I feel a bit weird posting something like this on here, but thought hell why not



Alone again, broken, ashamed
The way you speak, the way you behaved
Raked in fire, burned from within
Your malice forgotten as time wears thin

The message clear, yet no response I'll make
Your darkest whispers I do forsake
Be gone with this, take this pain away
Remove your lies, give me just one peaceful day

I took your hand, and I held on tight
You showed me freedom, you showed me light
Thrice we wavered, and thrice we died
Yet reborn we were, with lovers' pride

But something shifted, something turned
A loathesome secret, my name you burned
You buried the memories, you smashed the dreams
And as we were born again, it was to the other's screams

His words you heeded, his lust you stole
The lightning struck, the thunder rolled
We came that day, to say farewell
But you sent me, silent, to my personal hell

But we still live on, though your love is lost
And for the price of your pleasure, I paid double the cost
You can weave your web, say your sooth
But know that I know you, and I will always find the truth

Someday you'll realize, someday you'll see
Someday you'll rise, someday you'll be free
For in my heart, you linger in the shade
But the door remains open, this love will never fade

Ouch. That sounds really painful.

A) heartfelt and potent stuff, if i was a girl, i'd 'do' you, metalhead

seriously i sympathise

haha. well, thanks guys i guess. Its a very long story, I guess, but writing is my hobby so I threw that together. dunno where it came from, but I appreciate your feedback.

and i appreciate your feedback......big boy.....

That was my attempt to cheer you up,

Granitehewer wrote:and i appreciate your feedback......big boy.....

That was my attempt to cheer you up,

haha. made me chuckle. As with all things painful, time heals eventually, as I will heal...eventually. But cheers anyhow.

Glad you liked the poem, even if it is a bid morbid. Been reading Steven King's "Dark Tower" (specifically, the 4th book, those who are familiar with the series would understand why it hit so close to home) and it left me feeling inspired...haha.

Am about to start the Dark Tower series.
Metalhead if we don't find a girl(or preferably girls,plural) by the time we're forty, we might as well pink up and each play the role of faithful wifey on alternate days, you can be the disgruntled husband who goes away on 'business trips' and golfs out his sexual repression,whilst i'll stand there, in hair curlers, weilding a large rolling pin and muttering about 'where were you last night,what about the children?!' etc
Call me Callistra Crumbly-Smythe on tues,thurs and saturdays, you can be bertrum

Excellent, Metalhead! That was dark, and well-written. Never had a knack for poetry, myself.

i do!
the boy stood upon the burning deck,
the crew were burning firecrackers,
one flew up his trouser leg,
and blew clean off, his knackers

Granitehewer wrote:i do!
the boy stood upon the burning deck,
the crew were burning firecrackers,
one flew up his trouser leg,
and blew clean off, his knackers

bahahahaha.

Thanks for all the kind words people.

I have a knack for poetry like that, too


My darling you are lovely
Into my life you fit
I always seem to think of you
Everytime I have sh*t

metalhead,i'll pm you my mobile,so gizz a ring if you ever need a chat