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Kimberly Frew Poem
just one more tortured soul
left to fester in pain.
Loathing existence,
with nothing to gain.
can,t handle the tears,
chooses to bleed instead.
to stop the destruction
the beast must be fed.
so push the scissors in deep,
feel them pierce through the flesh.
Wait for the rush...
then take a deep breath.
The blackness will fade.
i can clean up the mess.
Paint back on my face,
for this world i detest.
Now cover all slashes
wear long sleaves in sun.
Find a new bandage
so the blood doesn't run.
So much preparation
it's almost quite fun.
Just like mr Cobain,
I don't have a gun.
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Kimberly Frew Poem
i liked vanyas story
with which i could relate.
Dead on the inside
then engulfed by your fate.
when you've always been nothing,
"special" just doesn't fit snuggly
and thats when the whole world turns
much more ugly
and we play for the apocolypse
because we all need to die.
Vanya and i didn,t need to be special,
we just wanted to try.
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Kimberly Frew Poem
With this army behind me
my cards i still fold.
I rest hard on their shoulders,
it's my pain that they hold.
I don't want to be carried
let them rest by the sand.
My final resignation
is their winning hand.
Don't place any flowers
or cry by my grave.
For i do not lie there
my soul couldn't be saved.
Don't scatter my ashes
now i've plucked up the nerve.
Your tears and your prayers
are more than i deserve.
I am gone now because
i was slave to the pain
Eternally destined
to lose in this game.
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I can't breathe... but i like it,
never felt this high before.
Pushing hard it's fantastic,
our bodies merged on the floor.
Wet, hot and bitten
then tied to the chair.
Yoy kiss my neck...
run your hands through my hair.
Our eyes never part
always begging for more.
Each time more dangerous
than the time before.
I like how you know,
just what i crave.
You don't judge but indulge
and that makes me feel safe.
Even with your hands round my throat
i trust you with my life.
We'll make love even more
with the aid of a knife.
It's still loving and gentle,
we just can,t help what we need.
sex is always better
when you have demons to feed.
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Kimberly Frew Poem
You build mansions from the bricks of their hunger,
wear jewels from the taxes we pay.
there will be no room for repention,
when we fight back bringing your judgment day.
we've been screaming for centurys
but we've never been heard.
in a rich nation of poverty,
whos children need to be fed.
No jobs for the men
who've worked for forty years.
once comfortable, now penniless
as you drink champagne from their tears.
As the poets all fall to their knees
and you kill all our sons in your war,
when civil mutiny is brought upon you,
you'll wonder what your greed was really for.
Naive thinking you'll always be in control,
there are more of us than there is you.
it will take just one man to stand up
and fight for what is true.
Revolution is that stench in the air,
air that is thick with devastation.
I advise that you dig out your armour,
the civillians are done being patient.
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I crave isolation
alone with my sins.
trapped with my enemy,
the nightmare begins.
Reflection stares back,
i revolt what i view.
To have a new face?
to be someone NEW?
life is a whore
for which i have paid.
My deceit now lies ,
In this bed i have made.
In body and soul
i am damaged and broken.
My sins make it deserved
but shall never be spoken.
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Kimberly Frew Poem
The curtain has fallen
on our final night.
Plunged into darkness,
no crack for the light.
We still want each other
but we must be apart,
if only i'd known,
you could rip out my heart
and tear out my insides,
you've shattered my dreams.
we know we can't fix it,
we can only drown out the screams.
To much has been said,
even more has been done,
lets walk away
before we have to run.
I hate this goodbye
but i need to go,
for the change that i crave
to continue this show.
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Kimberly Frew Poem
The agony of your absence
proved i'd never known bliss.
So i'll never understand
why you chose to do this.
With the ghost of your soul,
still apparent in my bed.
I must force myself to remove you
from my heart and my head.
In the briefest of weeks
you made me feel alive once again
and now i must accept,
darkness is my only friend.
You patronise with your words,
"your a great person though"
thats just insulting and weak.
I'm disgusting,that we both know,
but what you have given me
is the hope that somewhere inside,
a part of me still breathes
even if it's smothered and blind
and if i find another like you,
i could live once again
and maybe, just maybe,
i will no longer be forced to pretend.
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It didn't take long
until she inhaled his soul
and he inhaled hers,
pulling her out of that hole.
For she never knew
the depth of her inner abyss,
or that she could be saved
by one ten hour kiss.
Yet with there lips pushed together
time did not exist.
Just to breathe in each other,
was a time not to be missed.
It couldn't be wasted.
It had to be savoured.
For no other lover
could be sweeter flavoured.
From that first kiss
their addiction was clear and not having that fix,
was their greatest fear.
Everyday spent apart
only heightens their longing
and when she is there,
he will succumb to the galling.
Every frantic embrace
always feels like there last.
Lips that could never be parted
for fear of smashing like glass.
For their every spare moment
by the other is haunted.
To cease the ache now eternal
they must obtain what is most wanted.
It will never be over
no matter what comes between.
for they live inside each other,
He's King and she's Queen.
There was never joy
before they shared a kiss.
It's her only joy,
in the centre of bliss.
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I can't lead a life without love,
but is it love if it isn't with you?
everytime i let him touch me.
I feel that i'm being untrue.
I imagine your smell as i lie next to him.
I despise every part of myself.
I fantasise of a day where you save me,
anyone else will just be second best.
i wonder if you can still taste me,
if you still feel me under your skin.
I wonder if you can still hear me
begging for you to begin.
i imagine the taste of your mouth
and the touch of your hands on my skin.
i imagine you pressed hard against me,
everytime that i make love to him.
I live for the day i inhale you again,
you take over my head and my soul.
Everyday now forever spent waiting for you.
I love you, i thought you should know.
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