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From defeated lips
you bleed raw emotions
they tumble from lips of palled pink
Words that flow but eventually sink. 

Eyes of solace and somber some cold
You wish for mercy upon your soul
Slowly and gradually you bury your knees into the dirt
Holding your empty heart out in your hand
blood covering your shirt...

Bury your soul deep
heap on the dirt
Scream in joy and dance in crazy array
Plunge your hands upward out of the cold dirt
            Palms to the sky!
           Oh, hold me at bay.
In a failed attempt to delay.

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Don'T Judge

Should I ask for forgiveness 
Or continue to hold this blade against my pale skin?
I know Ive prayed and asked for forgiveness before so this time it is a committed sin.

I can't help that so many people hurt me
most do it without realizing it because I'm to nice to bring it to their attention
I let them say what they will and cry about it later holding it in around family

But soaking my pillow case at night 
holding my arms around me to stop the pain from radiating through the room
I hate this feeling it just brings me gloom.

Except for the blade that brings the blood rushing warmly to the surface
A sign of life deep inside when I feel so numb other wise
Some find this stupid and dumb but i don't care because you don't know how i feel 
inside.

I sometimes want to run and run and run
But i can't because there isn't anything new to run to
but you..

You... who hurts me and doesn't know 
You.. who i think i love sometimes but feel confused and therefore hurt some more
You.. who tells me to look forward and step through life's open door.

But I can't because I have a problem
with this blade I cut my wrists, just a little 
to feel a rush.. A problem yes 
But none the less
I'll pray for this to all cease in my life
but it will continue and in the end ill feel like hell..

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It's Not You Its Me

It's not you. 
It's me.
It's my fault.
My trust issues, my own war taking place within my heart and mind.
Relief I cannot find.

Maybe it stimulates from my past.
The cheating.
The deception.
The nights laying in bed contemplating suicide.
Trying to escape, looking to hide. 

It's not you.
It's me.
It's my fault.
My heart says's you'll stay, my mind says's you'll leave
Maybe my own mind is out to destroy me; to completely deceive.

Today hurt.
Deja Vu.
Her drunkenness taking advantage of you.
You did the right thing.
You told me.
Did it bring up my past?
Hell yes. The memory came rushing at me fast. 

I want today to end.
I hurt.
My heart aches and my mind is numb.
Something so small hurt me so much inside
Your honest; never have you lied
Once again I want to hide.

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Just Like Them

Play me a classic love song
like walk the line
hold onto me tightly
So that I know you are all mine.

Show me love,
like Do Little and Loretta Lynn
tell me you're story
and about the places you've been.

Say you will always love me
like Dolly Parton 
know I will always stand by you
amongst the chaos, through and through

Don't let my blue eyes cry in the rain
like Willy Nelson
don't let me go, always stay with me
and eternal happiness we will share... I guarantee

By: Lady Constance

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I Am Bored With:

I am bored with indecisiveness:

I am bored with such a thing
because it is what stalls
and makes me wait. 

I am bored with such a thing 
because it puts me on hold
and makes me impatient.

I am bored with such a thing
because it holds me back
and throws me off track.

I am bored with such a thing
because it treats me like an impatient child.
and i feel like knowing the answer in which you hold before I go wild! 


For Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. contest
By: Roxanna Elizabeth Johnson.

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It's Time For a Vacay:

I have my suitcase and bag filled with cute clothes and a camera.
I have a car full of my closest friends and a full tank of gas.
It's time to hit the road and just drive all the way to Samara.

Its a little town in Costa Rica
where the wine flows like a river
and the people dance until there knees grow weak!

The sands are warm
the drinks are strong
the music bellows while people swarm. 

My hair thrown back
my sun dress tightly tied around my neck
I hook arms with my best friends as we scan the bars food racks.

I have a shiver run up my neck as the foam of the ocean laps at my feet.
I spot a handsome Costa Rican and give him a grin. 
I decide it's time that we actually meet. 

We dance and we dance
we drink and we swim
before the night's out I discover a new and burning romance.

Thank you Cost Rica for my wonderful vacation
I'll be sure to come back 
and discover a brand new sensation!


Roxanna Johnson
4/20/11
Vacation contest

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When Things Get Tough

When things get tough with you and I 
Baby I sit down and tears fall, I just cry. 

When you're having a bad day
Baby my day also goes that way.
 
& when you cry, though you rarely ever do
Baby my heart breaks and I cry too.

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The Lake Memory

Blue skies
Giant swarming horse flies

Swatting hands and fishing poles on deck
We hit the lake wide open, the whole time craning our necks

The sun heats our backs as the motor sputters and spits
We stop and cast waiting on the fish to hit

A few longs hours in I loose determination and start to slouch
I watch the line on the ripples and take a piece of bait from my waist pouch

I bait my hook with a glittery jig and throw out once again
I'll be damned if he didn't latch on, "Look I see his fin!"

My pole bends over as I keep tension on the line
I hear my reel screech and whine

He thrashes with fury and swims down deep
I see him jump. Oh this one I will surely keep!

I haul his 24 1/2 inch body onto our boat
He's a nice bass. I admire him and take my camera from my coat.

What a great day spent on the lake.

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Immortal

I scribble these words of apathy onto a bleak canvas.

I right my sins before I jump into this ocean of knives.

 

I wish i could be frugal with a mere nine lives.

But i live in agony for i cannot die.

 

My eyes scan lone cemetery's in remorse.

This impeding life takes most by force.

But not I...

 

Bright light and streets of gold are faint dreams for a life so utterly cold.

There is no helping a severed soul.

 

I shall throw myself  at any sort...

Because life for me will never be lived in fear of being cut short.

 

No tears can escape my windows, No sounds can caress my ears.

No laughter will be heard for many years..

 

I watch flocks of birds disappear into an orange horizon.I observe nature and love..

I await my chance to be part of the heavens above.

 

Sadly i am only a beast without fate, an immortal soul devastated by hate...

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A Beautiful Scene

Oriental head dresses glisten in mid-morning sunlight
small waists fitted into tight girdles and large crinolines 
move gracefully over chipped cobblestone

Men tip their top hats and wink at beautiful young women twirling decorative 
umbrellas over well kept hair. 

Church bells echo through streets of young children playing tag.
Men escort their wives over rain puddles collected at the gutters.

Old women browse shop windows smiling only when a bakery beckons them with 
sweet smells of sugar and flour. 

The town sways with love and greatness.
A small stage looms in the town center calling those seeking entertainment.
'Only two cents' for a ballet preview or 'three cents' for an opera opening.

At night couples, young and old descend decadent staircases at the ball, flaunting 
beautiful dresses.
Singles curtsy before slipping into a slow waltz.
Weary mothers keep a close eye near by. 

A beautifully painted sky provides moon light for long walks and sweet talks while 
sleeping children lie safely under tucked in blankets at home.

Oh, such a beautiful scene.