A place to Tremble

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    • MaxPowers
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    A place to Tremble

    A the start of our relationship I felt,joy, happiness and pleasure but, now knowing your true intension's I see that i am in need of a place to run. You as the wonderful person i used to know to know you as is just a; creep, villain,whore, slut and the meanest person I have ever met.You took my problems and made them inferior and made me look like the bad guy.You took the hope I was using to get us through the hard times and spat on it.

    I remember those nights when as i tried to make you happy,but that only made you more angry at me.I tried to help I wanted just to see you Happy.

    But No! You wanted to attack me physically and emotionally. all I wanted was to hold you so close to me, so i could possibly mold you, scalp you, love you.you flipped out on the smallest mistakes, I said sorry you declined my apology like a rock being thrown into the sea,slowly drifting away,sinking, seeing everything around him change. And at times i Couldn't breath, I couldn't walk, and a howl at the moon was the only place for my tears.You created a void between us every time we argue,every time you hissed and said i couldn't hold you.

    I have become weary of this love, become like a ghost able to become transparent i the face of love so i won't become hurt again.I need a place to stay other then here. Maybe outside in the beautiful grass, or in a bathroom stall. I need a place...to Tremble.

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    Sorealpoet commented on A place to Tremble

    09-12-2009

    Wow excellent piece man, I see at an early age you know and understand heartbreak, that's wassup man, keep it up.

    lookout commented on A place to Tremble

    06-25-2009

    DUDE THAT IS POWERFUL. I CAN REALLY FEEL YOUR PAIN THROUGH THE WORDS YOU CHOSE. PLEASE JUST DON'T GIVE UP ON LOVE. IT WASN'T APPRECIATED THERE IT WILL BE BY SOMEONE ELSE.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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