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at first it was love. then it was true love. now it is nothing. you sat there and said you would love me forever but you lied to me, but i get it you said that to make me happy but it made me sad. i really did love you but you did not love me for who i was but for who you thought i was. you really hurt me but it will be the last time i will ever fall for someone like YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the distractions of little things piled on my found feelings, you sang with every intention of drawing me close, out of the clutter in my mind until I heard only your voice. You had me out of my shell, ready to reach for your hand, to show me what I dared not see. But. Your courage was only for show And held up for only the glow Of the ghost of you, in the night, charmed and lost, hovering over my every mood While you go on singing of things never to come, I bored of things that never were.

it is not the original 5/7/5 pattern ofa haiku but this is my absolute first haiku ever you will see the progress i made through my other ones blessed with a gift writing blind ... like a walk in the mist ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ a true writer takes along his blackbook so he can write at any place , any time and and any day

I was on the cross at Calvary The day Jesus suffered and died An innocent Man who took your place Was unjustly crucified No one saw me hide my face But everyone knew my name I was the reason He had to die And you were the reason He came Everyone is a part of me From the moment of their birth Just a whisper in the garden And now I rule this earth Nailed to a cross at Calvary As mercy and grace begins I am what His blood made clean For I am all your sins

No curse words allowed are you confused, lost, ignorant you are no artist, you have shunned art and its true purpose what is art? but an expression the low and vile are the most potent Did you forget, Emerson The Poet He would call you "selfish and sensual" "an umpire of taste" "proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty" in a world of suffering, of loss Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park you, in your confusion, hide in the dark hide any truths of pain and suffering and by doing so you have lost your soul You are only half a person art is an expression of life and its hidden what is in a word? something to hide from? something to fear? to censor? to fight? are you that ashamed of language? honesty? expressions of shame? You are no poet, no artist you are no immortal, of course you are so cowardly and weak you will hide from me, censor me, avoid the truth, lie to the world if you cant stomach a curse word then you cant handle me any immortal would crush you and leave you wounded truly contemplating your life breaking you open, forcing you alive then, maybe then, you will have an emotion, worthy of expression into art. but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt You may just use a curse word

Villain How did you embrace me in your shadow? Causing this temper rage Starting this fire to spread out of control I was burning all of their bridges; breaking their mold. With the belongings of the riches that were once owned, so I could call them my own. I watched them bleed in desperate needs creating their paths in tears I stole their stones and did I find myself in their falter? Villain How do you become faceless? You are faceless in the outskirts of their crowd and hide in your barren field? They were looking like I had no soul Distant in their approval of where I once was loved Villain How do you dim the pain? It was shone and cast upon my face Illuminating my broken heart the pieces scattered where I once remained Villain How do you give mercy to your soul?

The rules of love Loves there and so pure Love is strong It’s the biggest word I’ve ever seen To stand through the bad Seek through the lies I’m willing to stand Holding hands trough the mockery For god to help us through You’re my today and tomorrow Yesterday is gone Today I am with you, once again For the troubles that that may come You are my rock We will stand through the storm Fight at what ever comes The devil can not take our victory Love is a commitment Love is the greatest thing you can have When you know when its time Just love that person Don’t give up Sincerely, Marissa Stoops

to a life i can not live to a death i can not die all of life is dead to me the day has become night as the riot screams out to me the pain and torment and misery is to much for me over whelmed by sadness i lay in the street and wish for death more and more the fog has come to me i see my death so gracefully God has save'd me.the fog has just consumed all light thanks to this hell night

Rumble rumble chuga chuga boom We sit on the bus as it struggles through the gloom Mumble grumble hear the voices say "What an awful journey I've stood up all the way" "Could you would you move aside a little Your elbows in my ribcage and it's feeling rather brittle" Jingle jangle rings a mobile phone Not another one they think and what a silly tone Crinkle crackle goes a magazine They thumb the pages idly and don't know what they've seen Scribble scrabble goes my pencil lead As the noises on the bus, make music in my head