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"Rage"

I hate you for making me doubt myself.

I hate you for hurting me so much.

I hate you.

I hate still being hurt by you.

I hate that I am weak.

I hate missing you every fucking day.

I hate the tears flowing that won't ever stop.

I really don't hate you because I love you still.

I want to punch the wall..

I want to fucking curse at you.

I want you to feel the pain that I feel.



Copyright Daddysweetheart 2014
this was submitted but rejected, which is fine..

It's not about hatred or rage.

It's about (and unrequited) love and the exquisite pain I feel/felt...and loss and rejection...

xoxo
How I enjoyed our time together
The both of us ever so briefly in lustful sync.
I thought of your body writhing above mine
As you came to my rescue to sooth my heat.
You granted me the ultimate pleasure of your company,
And I foolishly squandered it with a sharp tongue.
How I wish I had kept silent, kept you close.
Now I am left to want.
And want.
And want.
Quote by SamuraiArcher
How I enjoyed our time together
The both of us ever so briefly in lustful sync.
I thought of your body writhing above mine
As you came to my rescue to sooth my heat.
You granted me the ultimate pleasure of your company,
And I foolishly squandered it with a sharp tongue.
How I wish I had kept silent, kept you close.
Now I am left to want.
And want.
And want.


That is very beautiful..

What very lovely sentiments..and sad..xx
And he said..I love you
She listened taking a deep breath

Take my hand baby, he said
She held out her heart

She felt his frown, whatever....

She lifted her head
Took a second look

Smiling, she told him to Fuck off....

Today she lives free...loving herself above all other
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
The Gamble of Life

Life is a coin, a gamble of fate.
One side is kindness, a life filled with love.
The other side's different, for its roots are in hate.
On rare occasion the coin lands on the edge,
Creating a life that hangs in the balance.
The sides sway the coin, and the life along with it,
And each side's effect causes the life to be shifted.
But the sides push rather than pull,
Trying to snuff out the other's control.
In a war between forces dating back to times unknown,
The life can only watch through dirty windows.
Quote by Silentdark
The Gamble of Life

Life is a coin, a gamble of fate.
One side is kindness, a life filled with love.
The other side's different, for its roots are in hate.
On rare occasion the coin lands on the edge,
Creating a life that hangs in the balance.
The sides sway the coin, and the life along with it,
And each side's effect causes the life to be shifted.
But the sides push rather than pull,
Trying to snuff out the other's control.
In a war between forces dating back to times unknown,
The life can only watch through dirty windows.


Most beautiful..love it..
"Afterglow" (A Gogyohka a.k.a. 5-Line Poetry)

Sweet silence sings
After love's climactic crescendo
Now cuddled in nestled intimacy
Pillow Talk
Peace




Mutant

I am a mutant.

I am no longer human.

Perhaps I was not human to begin with.

I don't know why I exist.

Why I was born?

To feel nothing but pain?

To rarely feel joy?

I'm not looking for sympathy.

Just stating facts.

I'm telling you about me.

I feel like a waste of space.

Perhaps I am.

Maybe I'm a masochist.

As pain is my very best friend.

My lover.

My constant companion.

My everything.

And no, I don't know how to fix myself.

And this is not black or white.

Thinking stupid happy thoughts

Will not help me.

Dreaming of rainbows and puppies

Won't do anything.

Thinking positive won't do

A fucking thing.

My reality is

I'll keep suffering

Until I unlock

The puzzles and compartments of me

That need fixing.

My pain will end I hope

And I will not suffer needlessly.

Then maybe

Just maybe

I'll be human again.




Copyright 2014 Daddysweetheart
The words blur, I cannot focus
You reach for me yet I hold back
I feel your heat, it burns my soul

Your smile is all I savor
In silence, in shadows
I savor your hands upon my body

How weak I become as you touch me
My legs tremble, I quiver under your body
I fight yet I cannot resist your presence

You are such a treasure, a glimmering jewel
The glow your smile gives is beyond all this
Your embrace holds me tight

I do not worry nor fret
You are my rock, my last breath
I do not deserve such an emotion

How to express this as I stand tall and scream?
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Never Mind

Thoughts run wild, hands roam heated flesh

Muffled moans escape quivering lips

You have no idea what your body does to me

I shiver, shake and let go, explode as gold dust

Your passion pushes me to the very edge

The lines blur, the room spins

You are the light within my darkness

My soul weeping the sweet grief

Your smile is not for me, I feel it in your touch

Yet I thrive within the glow of your essence

Gasping as I feel your sweet embrace

I take all you give and claim it ..Mine…
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
I write when I get the muse in my blood/spirit.....so let me try.....they are usually kind of comic.....

Under the old model-T
Where Maggie first showed it to me
She built me a hunger
And then I went under
So soon things began to thunder......

Oh my did they ever
I thought I was clever
But I knew right away that I never
Never knew a lady like her.....

She really was a great lover
All my plans had to move over
'cause now we are married
and she is the world's greatest mother

So this not so good poet
Didn't really know it
But that day, my, oh me
I should have sought cover!


Does it make the cut for a poem created on the spot?
Is on the blue site if anyone wants it..
Answering the Breeze



A warm breeze buffets my hair and face.

It first invites, then challenges a response.

The breeze calls to my horse.

It tugs at his mane and plays with his tail.

He tosses his head and beseeches me to reply.

His hooves tap impatiently at the earth.

I sit still on his back; try to ignore the invitations.

But yet, I am not immune to the calling.

A quick, concise movement, I shift forward.

My horse has his head.

He bounds forward with joyful abandon.

We chase the wind, heads together.


Chains-to "Lynar"

Thank you for

Breaking the chains

That bound me

To you.

I tried so hard

Not to let you go.

I thought if I

Held on tightly enough,

We'd still see each other.

Or you'd want to

Change your mind.

Instead you broke free

From the chains

That bound you to me.

You slid through my grasp

As I stood there

In disbelief and agony.

Little did I know

This was the best thing

You could have ever done for me.

"Thank you."


again and again!






© Daddysweetheart 2014
The Doll


I am a silent doll

Sitting in the corner deep.

I can speak but I cannot speak the words to say,

In unforgiving silence I must stay.

If I tell my secret

I would feel the burning shame.

So I stay forever in stasis with

My lips sealed.

Cobwebs fill my mind when

I cannot say the things I need to speak.

The corner is my solace,

My hands are clasped and on my lap.

Eyes are vacant, no more luster,

Time has passed too far to bother.

Mother chides me if I try

Saying that I am telling lies.

Longing for to hear the sound,

When my body lowers to the ground.


©Daddysweetheart 2014
The Velveteen Cat (it's about my cat.)




Velveteen kitty of mine

you are so pretty

with the blackest fur

and sweetest purr

your bright green eyes

and perfect shaped ears

you are the sweetest boy

my heart and joy

you are my teddy bear

cause wishes come true

and I wished for you

my beautiful cat

I love holding you

scratching your little chin

spoiling you and loving you

like any good pet parent would

I love your long lanky legs and

sweet little paws

holding you in my arms

and kissing the top of your head

for you are my bestest friend.

© Daddysweetheart 2014
Quote by techgoddess
It has taken me awhile to get brave...but here goes nothing:

Home

Walking along an abandoned beach
I feel the cool grains of white sand.
They seem to melt beneath my feet

I watch the ice-cold, rippling water
Slowly wash away the shore;
Bits of shells roll back and forth
As the tide rushes in and out again.

From time to time the seagulls cry out,
As if to say, “This is our home!”

The sun shines yellow with a touch of red,
But still is not yet overhead.
The birds make faint shadows on the beach
As they glide through the aquamarine sky.

I extend my glance from shore to horizon
And catch a glimpse of a foam-capped wave.
The gulf air is strong, yet warm and misty,
With an ever-present scent of salt and sand,
While the waves continue to crash upon the shore.

As I walk towards you
I can almost see the sun
Burning away the mist and
Creating a blinding reflection on
The snow white sand.

Cold water splashes at my ankles now
While small abrasions experience a slight unpleasant burning.
I cannot help but let my body fall against you
And into this dark blue-green gulf water.

As we embrace and become one again,
I dream of staying with you
And never going home.

wow what an awesome read, phew it is splendid, thank you for sharing this.
Long Distance Love

I long to see your smile
And look in your pretty face
I crave to feel your touch
The tenderness of your embrace

I long to hear your laughter
For it’s music in my ears
Your voice softly whispers
And wipes away all my tears

My vision is of you alone
Sitting here besides me
I know it's the only place
That you were meant to be

For this is your home
Deep within my heart
But fate has been unkind
distance has kept us apart

I imagine the fiery sparkle
that twinkles in your eyes
when something brings you joy
or your just happy to be alive

I remember how your soulful love
Renewed my soul and set me free
How your gentle grace forgave
And restored a faith within me

Though the miles seem so far
Our union is blessed from above
Forged in our hopeful desire
And consecrated in our love.
The Illusion

Life is caught between light and darkness

Caught between reality and desire

A beautiful rose in bloom

Is gone far too soon

That child that was playing

Becomes an old man praying

The events we so carefully plan

In time will turn into sand

Power, money, and fame

Can't endure the flames

Let there be no confusion

What seems so real is but an illusion

Life seduces us with pleasures seen

Just one more thing will fulfill my dreams

My life is like a wave upon the shore

All too soon it will be never more

But our hearts entwined our joy we lift

For life is but a precious gift

All those things I cast aside

It is in you alone that I reside

Your love, that is so hard to explain

Endures all time endures all pain
YOUR MAJESTY IN THE MIST

As I gaze out my window,
at the mountains through the misty rain.

I see a silhouette,
the only sign the majesty of the Rockies exists.

You come to my mind, your majesty, your beauty.
To far off to see through the mist of my mind.

I hear the steady patter of the drops on my window and the leaves of the trees.
As the mist becomes rain, the rain becomes puddles.

Each drop rippling across the water in its own direction uncontrolled.
Only stopped by its fellow ripples.

As the thoughts of you ripple across my soul,
uncontrolled crashing against one another.

Creating a puddle becoming a whole,
bringing your majesty out of the mist of my mind.

I sit by the fire, feeling the warmth wash over me.
Watching the bright flames dance and play.

As the thoughts of you become bright and warm,
washing over my body with passion.

Wishing to my core that we could dance and play,
but alas you are not real, you are not by my side.

You are but a mist in my mind,
remembering your majesty.


BY L. Charles Chamberlain III
Wrote this one up for a Halloween event over on Facebook. sponsored by NY author and poet Fran Ayers...

All Hallow's Eve

It’s All Hallow’s Eve and there’s little sound,
Except for a few goblins dancing around,
An old witch creates another evil spell,
Summoning demons from down in Hell.

The old hag stirs her boiling stew,
Adds eye of a newt, and another shrew,
The cauldron bubbles over the roaring fire,
The smoke rising up, higher and higher.

A black cat watches and suddenly screams,
It’s enough to haunt anyone’s dreams,
The old woman smiles an evil grin,
Her wart covered face personifies sin.

Looking around the spooky room,
Perched in the corner is a wooden broom,
Later she’ll get on it, and will take flight,
As she rides off on All Hallow’s Night.

Somewhere another victim will await,
Helpless to control their coming fate,
Another body that will soon be cold,
Another life that will never grow old.

Just another night’s work for an evil crone,
It’s what you do when you’re bad to the bone,
For another year, she will take leave,
And be back again next All Hallow’s Eve.

11-01-14.



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How Much is a Heart Worth?


How much is a tear worth
as it rolls down my cheek?
How much are too many, too many to count?
How much is my heart worth
when it was given to you freely?
How much is my soul worth
when you chipped away pieces of it?
How much are days and nights
endless agony and pain worth
when you walked away?
You left without a tear for me
in deafening silence.
Forever is not just a word I write.
I loved you in vain,
that's plain to see now.
I don't believe you ever loved me at all.
I'm left with all the pieces,
and you just left me raw.
What you did was not ok,
perhaps you should look into
your heart and soul
and wonder why you feel no remorse.


2014 © daddysweetheart
Conquest

And in the morning he’ll regret
Bedding her for a stupid bet,
Taken on in a drunken haze;
Such are selfish teenage ways.

Whilst the girl, as she gets dressed,
Acknowledges the ease of his conquest
Accepting a truth she cannot duck
That to him she was just a meaningless fuck.

And when the lads meet up tonight
He’ll tell them that she didn’t put up a fight
Regret forgotten, he’ll stand and brag
Of how easy it was to screw that slag.

Crying herself, again, to sleep
In her shame and loneliness she’ll weep
For allowing herself again to be used.
Craving love, but settling for being abused


Edith

When I get to heaven,
I'll see you sing, front row seat,
Front row and center.
Red roses to give you afterwards,
You are The Little Sparrow.
Into my soul, you shot an arrow.

Your voice is heavenly,
Your soul was hurt and tortured.
I can hear that in every note you sing.
When I get to heaven, will you perform for me, beautiful Edith?

© daddysweetheart 2014
Gone

I have nothing left to give,
Not even my last breath.
Devoid of energy,
I lay myself to rest.
In perfect eternal slumber
Is where I'll be forever.
Only bones and memories remain,
In my pauper's grave.[/I]




©daddysweetheart december 2014
Running

I'm on the lam,
The lam,
The lam.
Must run from the man,
The man,
The man.
Cop's going for his gun,
His gun,
His gun.
My heart's like a locomotive,
Veering off the tracks,
The tracks,
The tracks.
He's racing behind me,
Behind me,
Behind me.
Probably pulling off the safety,
The safety,
The safety.
I'm on the lam,
With nowhere to go,
And the man won't leave me alone.

© daddysweetheart
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The fierce moments.
The fast fire.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The close contact.
The losing ground.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The warm water.
The hot wind.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The vain hope.
The help coming.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The broken pieces.
The blank stare.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The steel spine.
The unbent knee.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The saddle up.
The tap and rack.
I stand in the grace of the fallen.
The ragged road.
The open sky.
I stand...
As shadows dance on stones
Of old poets betwixt

Buried 'neath loam and weeds
My quill inks deeplymy thirsting curse

Instill I wink chill of nigh
Of satires inverselusting thirst

The shank ofmast my quivering penis
Driven by duskand talcum-cunts

Erotically choiring chanting writ
Of fleshand merriment suckling tits

The oldthrobbing dragon with dried plums
Takes nourishmentand spits