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Prisita Dwyer Poem
Feeling empty inside
Like there is nothing there
I don’t know how I feel
How can this be?
How can I not know my own feelings?
Feeling so down
Who cares?
No one cares
Surrounded by selfish people
Only wanting what they want
To hell with how I feel or what I am dealing with
Feeling empty inside
Where is everything?
What do I have left to give?
Nothing.
I have nothing left to give
Love just doesn’t seem to be enough
What am I suppose to do?
What can I do to make this right?
How am I suppose to fix this?
Maybe my expectations are too high
Maybe I should not expect anything at all
Well what about love?
Don’t I at least deserve love?
Am I that bad that I am unworthy to be loved?
What is really going on?
Feeling empty inside
Don’t know what to feel
Don’t know how to feel
What is the point of feeling anything?
You will just end up hurt in the end
I didn’t sign up for pain
I signed up for love
I felt it so strong for a while
What happened? Where is it?
I had it in my grasp
It is not perfect but it is mine
I feel so broken
Broken beyond repair
Wondering will I be able to bounce back this time
Will take years
I loved as strong as I could this time
Didn’t think I could ever love a man so strong
But I do
Never felt like I needed anyone
But I feel I need him
He has been all I had
I am simple I don’t ask for much
Just love
Give me love
Feeling so empty inside
Tired of hurting
Tired of crying
When is the good part going to come along
There has to be more than the fighting
More than the hurt
Can I please get this one right
It has the potential of being the best relationship ever
Why is it so hard?
Wanting that breath of fresh air but it seems so far away
Why does love have to be so complicated?
Gosh I remember when things were easier when they were always my way
Feeling so empty inside
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Prisita Dwyer Poem
Life is Unfair
Yes life seems unfair
But, you can roll with the punches, or get knocked down
Life is unfair
but if everything came easy, how could you know to appreciate anything
Life is unfair
You have to fight for what you want
But it does make you stronger
Life is unfair
Trials and tribulations come, not to discourage us, but to mold us
Life Is unfair
It wasn’t designed to be easy, but with many obstacles
Life is unfair
Road blocks, blocking our paths, but maybe God is telling us to take a detour,
He knows what is best for us
Life is unfair
Don’t let it get you down
Fight your way through
Struggle is for a little while
Victory is on it's way
And joy is forever
Copyright © Prisita Dwyer | Year Posted 2014
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Prisita Dwyer Poem
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
That’s the only way he knew how to love
Intentionally hurting and abusing when he could
Causing harm, I think he got off on it
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
He was so mean, it poured from his pores
Never was a sense of peace when he was around
There was always something that angered him
Something that displeased him
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
That rage in his eyes, frightening
The fire from his hand when it hits her face
Or that grip if his hands when they around her throat
He loved in the most wickedest ways
The thought of him losing you
Here comes the lies and manipulations
Even the tears as his turns himself into the victim
But look carefully beyond the tears and see that deceiving smile
He loved in the most wickedest of way
The devils right hand man, always letting the Lords pray roll off his tongue
Lying, like God doesn’t have ears
Deceiving, like God doesn’t have eyes
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
Good over evil, he couldn’t bear to hear
Until he saw for himself
Those you kick will be the ones you need
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
Now the devil has turned his back on him
And now he is begging for her love
Crying for her love
Lost without her love
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
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Imperfect People
Imperfect people looking up to imperfect people
Hoping to become just like them
Don’t be anyone else imperfection
Be your own imperfection, growing into your own perfection
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Prisita Dwyer Poem
Lolita woke up in a sweat. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry. The pain in her face and heart was excruciatingly bad. Lolita grabbed hold the bed, and rocked back and forth. As the events from last night played in her head. She confronted her husband Ricky about money missing from their savings account. Ricky became furious and punched Lolita continuously. He pushed her into a window and it shattered.
Lolita looked down at her thighs and saw glass. And she picked it out. Wondering why she couldn’t feel it. Her shirt was covered in blood. From her busted lip. Tears falling uncontrollably down her face. Lolita felt stuck. If she left Ricky, where would she go? She had no family. She had no friends. Ricky isolated her from the world.
She was only allowed to work and come home. She waited on Ricky hand and foot. She felt more like his slave than his wife. Lolita no longer loved Ricky. But he manipulated her into thinking that no one but him loved her. And no one would ever love her. But Lolita was tired. She had enough. She was tired of the beatings, the controlling, and the manipulations.
A voice went off in her head telling her to run and not look back. She looked back at Ricky, he was sleeping so peacefully. As much as Lolita hated her husband, she would never hurt him. She would leave his fate in Gods hands. Lolita took a deep breath. Then she stood up. And she ran. She ran out the front door and didn’t close it.
Lolita was running for her life. And she dare not to look back. And tears of joy flowed from her eyes. Her eyes became so clouded with tears that she didn’t see the car coming her way. And BOOM!!!! Lolita was hit by the car.
When she finally opened her eyes, Ricky was staring her in her face. Lolita jumped up and looked around. She was in her bedroom, in her bed with Ricky. It had been a dream. She hadn’t went anywhere. Lolita awoke from her sleep with the devil starring her in her face.
No freedom. No tears of joy. No happiness. Just Lolita and the devil.
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Prisita Dwyer Poem
Never say what you will never do.
I said I would never date anyone from off line.
And I would never date anyone from Arcadia.
Now I have a man who I found online and he is from Arcadia.
and I love him more than I have ever loved any man.
Cant be nothing but love.
We have been through so much in nine months.
I promised myself I would never stay with anyone who hit me.
Didn’t keep that promise either.
What makes me stay?
My love for him is that strong?
What about his love for me?
Would it make him hurt me that way?
My heart is in so much pain.
My heart never hurt this bad before.
Just when I try to move on from it here comes another hit.
And I never see them coming. And I start to question myself.
What’s so bad about me that he would want to hit me?
I work and I am home.
I cook and I clean.
I don’t hang out in the streets.
I am not in the clubs every week.
I don’t cheat on my man.
How could he look at me and say I am going to hit her.
Or I am going to grab you by your neck and slam you on the bed.
Or I think I will knock your head against the wall.
And I have the nerve to bring up marriage.
I was so ready to leave.
I guess when I really do get fed up with it I will.
Just don’t want my kids to ever have to see that.
Now this makes me question if he loves my kids.
If he did he would never hurt their mother.
At least that what he told me about that man who killed his wife.
if he loved his kids he wouldn’t have killed his wife.
I just want the pain to go away.
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My heart is set on a fairy tale love
My mind perceived there is no such thing
My soul conceives the idea of a fairy tale love
My body yearns for a fairy tale love
My spirit tells me, I will achieve a fairy tale love
I want a fairy tale love
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My reflection jumped out of the mirror and she said to me
“I’m going to take over for a while. Put some life behind your smile you’ve been broken hearted for some time. Crying is not a crime. So let the tears flow. So you can let the past go. Trade places with me. I will show you how much happier you can be.”
So I traded places with my reflection. Hoping life turns in a better direction.
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Prisita Dwyer Poem
I was deceived by the devil
He came dressed as a sheep in wolves clothing
Very bipolar, hot and cold, cold and hot
Just no good, though I would try to see the good
I was deceived by the devil
I tried my best and did my best
But the devil wanted to be babied
I didn’t birth the devil, so I wasn’t going to mother him
He took advantage of my love
Walked all over it
Never appreciated it
I was deceived by the devil
His words and his actions never measured up
He was a big talker
But his moves were limited
Such a manipulator
Always wanted things his way
Never paid for anything, didn’t work for anything
Always wanted things to be given to him
I was deceived my the devil
I never cheated, one of the lies he told
He was the biggest whore ever
Loved attention from women
One was never enough
Never had anything to offer anyone
Just take, take, take
I was deceived by the devil
You could see his horns when he would get mad
Mad from things that happened in his past
So jealous and insecure
Those weren’t my problems
They were his
Blaming everyone for what is wrong with him
Not looking in the mirror at himself
There comes a time when you have to let go, and move on
But he held on to all of it
Taking it out on me
I was deceived by the devil
With his pretty brown eyes, and nice smile
Not so cute though, ha ha
The devil moved on, to torture another poor soul
But may God have mercy on his soul
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His smile was so bright
His physique, sexy
His skin, dark like I love it
Oh my, when he touched me, I felt a wonderful sensation all over
So sweet and loving to me
Then one day that changed
Then I saw the side that he hid
That vicious side
I was fooled
Blinded by the outside
Didn’t take the time needed to get to know what was inside
A monster, one that was created before I arrived
The Devil, I now call him
The Devil fell in love with me, and I with him
Don’t ever make the devil mad
Oh the evil in his eyes
Sends chill through your whole body
Don’t say anything to piss him off
You might end up knocked down to the ground
The Devil is in love with me, and he doesn’t want to let me go
He tells me everyday that he loves me
But we all know, the devil don’t love nobody
His actions, they don’t say he loves me
He lies to me, he cheats on me
The Devil is in love with me, and he wouldn’t want me with anyone else
That’s why he holds on so tight to me
The Devil put his love curse on me
Causing me to take more than my share of pain
Causing me become someone I don’t even know
I use to feel so secure in his arms
He use to make me feel so special
Now I feel like I mean nothing to him
Why? Why must he constantly hurt me?
And turn around and act like it’s my fault he does what he do
The thing about the devil is he can transform quickly
One minute he is so sweet, the next he is a monster
Why? Why do I allow myself to go through this?
Why of all the women in the world did the devil chose to fall in love with me?
The Devil is in love with me.
He shows his love the best way the Devil can shows he loves
He has ruined me, and he has damaged my heart
It’s always something with him
If aint some woman claiming they ****ing, it’s one he is texting
I know you would say, “Well just leave him”
But who can truly escape the devil? He’s everywhere
I’m asking my father GOD for strength to let this go
It’s not that easy
The Devil is in love with me, he smiles at me while he lies to me
Like I can’t see the eyes in his lies
I have had enough, really I have
But the devil says that GOD didn’t bring us together for nothing, and we can get through this
I say I have heard enough lies, shed enough tears, dealt with enough fears, I just want it to be over
The Devil is in love with me, and he just wont leave me alone.
Copyright © Prisita Dwyer | Year Posted 2013
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