Archive for April, 2007

Liar

Posted in Love, Poetry, tortured on April 4, 2007 by silentdreams

LIAR…
FUCKING LIAR

How dare you look at me and pretend that it is all okay
A CUNT. 
Is that all that I have come to be?
A stain across your clean white shirt
Chaste with you but not every pervert
You question my purity
See me soiled with another man’s seed
But you have been the only one
To plant a tree in me
Screw you and your discrepancies
Fuck your selfish hesitation
If I am to become a whore
Shouldn’t I live up to the reputation?

Deem it untruthful
And I will ignore
Pronounce it as fact
And we are no more

Your Word

Posted in Poetry, Thought, tortured on April 4, 2007 by silentdreams

Your word means nothing
A smear of shit across my naked wall
A dagger thrown to catch me off guard
So you can make me fall
While you stand there taller than God
Remember that I hold your feet
And without me down here
Your lips would kiss concrete
Step on me as much as need be
But I am stronger than you think
It is you that needs me