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Poetry of My Past Vol.1

Updated on April 9, 2013
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Left Behind

I know now
I wont ever forget
Wished for a chance
For peace of mind

So you spat on that
Like the rest of me
Again

Ill never trust or pretend
You've reduced me to a liquid
A hot bullet
Melting the wax
Of a candle

You've hurt me
More than i can bring myself to say
More than watching her
Down herself
In bitter tasting opiates

You often miss
But the hits are hard
Like the night
Destroying Daylight

Straight lines
To tally
The friends
That have gone 
before me

Not a single death
Will erase the fact
That again
I'm in a bind

I must be 
blind
I'm trusting
blind
I'm lusting 
Blind

If only
You had let me
Say goodbye
Christ, if you'd have talked to me
In this lone damn time
I'm not asking for everything
Just for once
Don't leave me behind



A photo i took of myself years ago
A photo i took of myself years ago | Source

Whore Moans

Sexuality suffers

Am i about to erode?

Like boiling water overflows

Meeting the fire

Before it explodes


Is it too much effort to proceed?

Dieing backwards

No relief

Unnoticed

Undiscovered

Unwanted

Unappreciated

Vomit

Destruction

Nausea

Hallucinations

Before i remembered

Hesitation

Ejaculation

Menstruation

Premature

Premeditated

Death






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      Linda Bryen 4 years ago from United Kingdom

      What a deep kind of poem you have written about your past SkySlave. Thank you for sharing.

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I appreciate you stopping by liesl. Sometimes past experiences can continue to be a fantastic influence.

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