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Words without sounds by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Words without sounds

My heart pounding, deep beneath my skin. The feelings of love, Can never leave. My heavy breathing, content with no fear. The warmth of your body, Can comfort deep in my mind. The touches of imperial desire, Sends pulses to race. The pure intensity, Still tingling to the bone. The satisfaction you have left, In every inch of my body, Can never be described. The one way to understand, Is to listen to my breathing, In time with his. Expressing all feelings. The words without sounds, Which have all meaning. The aftermath of silence, Dedicated to the love we have made. My sensation is speechless, No way to explain. Our bodi

From a girls eyes by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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From a girls eyes

Do you know what its like, To look upon life, feel lost? Do you know what its like, To look in a magazine, And feel like the fat one? Do you know what its like, To have loved someone and lost? Do you know what its like, To hate yourself? You want to change, But it cannot happen. You want to love, But it cannot be felt. You want to be like the model, But your figure is just too big. You want to look in a magazine, But not get depressed. You want to find your way, But you're just in too deep. Still lost out in the darkness. Still tearing up the magazines. Still feeling the love for someone. Still bleeding from hate. On th

blood stains by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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blood stains

As pure as can be, A suicide is to be committed, Underneath everyone's sight, She cannot be seen. The silhouette of the blade, Shining its sharpness, Is appealing its integrity, To fulfil wholeness. The innuendo of remarks, Shall selvage beneath her skin, She shall take hold of feeling, And never feel again. The slight afflict, To the object placed, Shows all seduction, Delivering the method. All affection is shown, To the density of the weapon, To help self inflict pain, To take her on her artery. A clean swipe, Across a pale pallet, Has massacred pain, Swelling and hiding. Her body unconscious, Her body molested col

The body by brokenheartedbullet, literature

I am by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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I am

I am the tears, You see reflecting the past. I am the agony, You store deep in your mind. I am the summertime romance, You gave away. I am the regret, You dwell on everyday. I am the image, Found deep in your mirror. I am the picture, You wake up and see. I am the hurt, Striking through your viens. I am the pain, Cutting through your heart. I am the problem, Which you cannot solve. I am the uncontrollable feeling, You cannot be rid of. I am the demon, Living in your nightmares. I am the speech, You recite in your dreams. I am the power, Of which will live on. I am the love, Which you shall hold on to. I am the past

Understand me by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Understand me

Does it feel like love? When I cut this knife through your heart, Or is it the guilt you should feel? The scars in which i leave upon you, Deep in your dreams, Are the wounds you left deeper, Deeper inside of me. Do you feel the pain? Ethched into your skin, Or the embarrasment, burning inside of me? Do you see the images of past memories? Carved straight to the bone, Or do you see the melodies? That were your lies?

Yearn by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Yearn

I can hear your heart beat, Which cast me away, I cannot stop crying, I do not understand. The scaring of your image, Indented on my heart, Will this end to depart? I wanted to run, Back into your arms, To save me from, A life of misery. A river of tears, From my insipid eyes, Would only dry from your touch. Memories incapable to forget, The first instance of presence, My eyes only see. The will to move on, Will dwell on time, My rage of depression, Hides all. Will our thoughts, Compare once again? My devotion to you, Will never end. One kiss from your lips, Is not enough, I want you back, To hold on for my life.

My secret by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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My secret

Subdued in a closeness, All feelings were shared, Mine were through honesty, Yours were like a dare. True beauty seethed between us, But in all meaning it was lust, Why was the only one? To fall for the so-called trust. I was open to you, About all my life's must, And all I wanted from you, Was some love and trust. What was with the performance? When we could of stayed friends, Did you feel threatened? Or did you just want us to end? My feelings were true, I couldn't help it. You sounded so genuine, I wanted to brag about it. Some one liked me, Me for me. You said it yourself, I didn't change one bit, You said it yours

Cuts for love by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Cuts for love

Cold loneliness, Set and drawn in, Blood on the pillow, From the tears I've cried. The blade on necklace, Blood soaked from my wrists, Beyond help, I'm no doubt helpless. My heart ripped, Torn to shreds, The floods of images, Stored deep in my head. All rages of emotion, Like poison darts, The many faces of me, Are like ranges of art. The love I felt, Makes me feel this way, Why can't you come back? And take away this pain. I love you so much, I can't go on this way, So I will cut so deep, To release myself.

Reflection by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Reflection

A reflection, Degradation and gloominess, How many stories could it tell? No battles to fight for, No energy to give in, Stuck in a circle of sins, Waiting for the end, To come and take her away, To a better place. Betrayal leaves a mark, Imprinted across her heart, Everyone she has met, Has done the same deed, And left. Showing in her reflection, Of her used self. Self-esteem has died, Due to people, who are low, Made her life a misery, Just because of her image, Not being the right size, Not having the right style, Showing in her reflection, Of her bullied lifestyle. Moving on, Found one person, Who truly touched h

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Poison Letter by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Poison Letter

Poison letter I'm writing you a letter, All about my end, The poisons in the glass, Ready to comprehend, My blood is the ink, My skin is the paper, My reflection, Is never breath taking. Clear beauty red, Glides over the page, Telling you, I wanted you to stay, You could have helped me, On this day forward, But now it's to late, I'm drowning. My tears were the ones, That kept your image alive, Burning so deep, Dieing inside, Why did you leave me? Why wouldn't it work? All I wanted was to make it work. But now it's my end, And I say farewell, For I never have luck, At the end of the well, The poison is ready, The b

You were my forbiddance by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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You were my forbiddance

You were my forbiddance My tears cover all sense of my emotions, No one knows how I feel, This one ache inside me, Is truly never going to end, The powers of love, Have been revealed to me, Now there's no turning back, All I wanted was you to realise, That we never had to look back. If our love was true, Like you had stated, So many times before, Why did you avoid confrontation? And make a huge void, I loved you from the start, Even all the forbiddances, We did not part. So why not talk? Why not break the ice, That I'm thinly treading on, My heart was never whole, For you to break, But now it's too late, To start a hea

Forbidden Love by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Forbidden Love

Forbidden love Look at the time that has gone and passed My tears of love will always last The touch I was once able to feel The senses I cannot reveal For I have given up my forbidden love. Twisted and turned The tables have turned For I was once able to see The man you were meant to be Fortunes told wrong Live and let wrong For I have given up my forbidden love. One glimpse Your eyes met with mine My distorted view Has been shown on time The one that wiped my tears away From all views that has to stay For I have given up my forbidden love.

Reflection by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Reflection

Cuts for love by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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My secret by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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My secret

Yearn by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Yearn

Understand me by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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Understand me

I am by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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I am

The body by brokenheartedbullet, literature

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If a Rose Were a Rose by Csa, literature

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If a Rose Were a Rose

Once a Rose took up a rose And placed it in a vile. The rose then died, and so did I, It stayed in there a while. Once a girl displaced her rose And left it there alone. The sun didn't shine, and the roses died, and no happiness was shown. Once a boy held tight his rose, And kept it close to heart. The pettles wrinkled, the stem got limp And it withered and fell apart. Once a woman cut a rose And placed it in a vace. It dried and fell apart, you see, It died right in it's place. Once a man took a rose And brought it to his love. She threw it by her beside And into her nightstand, it was shoved. Once a Rose picked a rose A

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Nov 21, 2007

Bored Of Being Ill...

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Once again I havn't been here in quite a few months...well I have the internet now, so really there is no excuse. Yes, well...the last bloke I was telling you about has been out of my life for quite a long time now, and this might sound really bad now but I have a new wonderful bloke, he really is ace, doesn't treat me like shit either. His name is Andy met him in a pub, kinda strung it out for a while at the beginning because I wanted to be sure I wasn't going to get hurt again, but i definatley know for sure I won't be, he thinks the world of me, and I think the world of him. College...well if you want me to be honest it really does feel

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Havn't been here in a while!

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Yeah deffo to the fact i have not came on here for a long while to study my friends poetry and blogs so to you my deepest apologies. Alot has happened in the space of six months; I currently have a boyfriend who is drunk most of the time and doesn't give a toss about me unless he wants sex, so I did tell him this by dumping him, then he decided to trek down to my house which I thought was him showing me he could make an effort towards me. He stood on the corner of the street with me (drunk obviously, thats why he was to busy to meet me in the day) declaring that he would give up the alcohol for me, he would do small private jobs in Swindon (

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Oct 19, 2006

fun fun fun funfff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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we are here in the room with the funny mac computers with funny picture taking thing yeah.~Lolly and lauren smells  like a yeti... yes yes yes~Em jade is nxt to me~Em oh i c where b the squigel? o there it b~em that is a can of coke it smells funkay may not drmk it ~em All these people with me are just wiffy because i use them so i don't get lonley larry thing.~lolly aaargh larma!!! shes just jealous of ma whif!!!! ~em u two r asholes and wierd we respect the work u r doing for charity at the moment ~jipsy aka jade yeh i am really lonely i have no boyfriend arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...get me one now meow!!!~lolly ahhhh how sweet ur nu name is

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pritzyjipsy

nah would never sell ya u are worth to much to me

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Heya my pretty girl, never change! I'm alright but i'm not for sale, but as much yours as anyone elses! Yar! Luv Ya XXX

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mwahahahah that means i can sell ya then hehe for some nice clothes urrrrrrrrr jokes luv ya reallly xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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