An unforeseen heartache
That cracks her very soul
She feels her shattered heart
Oozing from her pores.
What happened to the happy girl
That once made her life whole.
Now she is an empty shell
Of what once was so pure.
The monster slowly bleeds her
Heart of love and hope
With each wicked word spoken.
Is he smiling at what she has become
His blackened soul satisfied at knowing he has won.
The monster looks down at her
With evil in his coal black eyes
And he feels nothing
As she squeezed the trigger
One last time.
Look at your reflection in
Her crimson colored life
Now in puddles on this dirty floor.
Dirty Floor
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Debo, my brother, I still like your prose. I do notice a certain theme among the three that I have read.
You and me need to go out and get a "Happy Meal" and sit outside and "shoot the breeze."
You and me need to go out and get a "Happy Meal" and sit outside and "shoot the breeze."
Life is a Highway. Let's share the Commute.
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along-for-the-ride;840259 wrote: Debo, my brother, I still like your prose. I do notice a certain theme among the three that I have read.
You and me need to go out and get a "Happy Meal" and sit outside and "shoot the breeze."
Hey Along, you are always way too funny:-4
Hi Debo, don't think I said hello to you:-6 Welcome to the garden....your poetry is nice, but a bit heavy......
Have a cosmo with Along and me and let's chat.....We're the welcome wagon ladies.....Along puts out a welcome mat, and I supply the rocking chairs for you to enjoy. Unfortunately the doors to the garage were locked so we couldn't get to our supplies.....geeze where's the key Tombstone??????
You and me need to go out and get a "Happy Meal" and sit outside and "shoot the breeze."
Hey Along, you are always way too funny:-4
Hi Debo, don't think I said hello to you:-6 Welcome to the garden....your poetry is nice, but a bit heavy......
Have a cosmo with Along and me and let's chat.....We're the welcome wagon ladies.....Along puts out a welcome mat, and I supply the rocking chairs for you to enjoy. Unfortunately the doors to the garage were locked so we couldn't get to our supplies.....geeze where's the key Tombstone??????
Dirty Floor
Well thanks Along for the happy meal offer
And to you Kathy I want my rocking chair.
So you better find that key quick lmao.
It is good to be here and when you find the key
I'll bring a nice bottle of wine.
The three of us will get happy quick!!!
And to you Kathy I want my rocking chair.
So you better find that key quick lmao.
It is good to be here and when you find the key
I'll bring a nice bottle of wine.
The three of us will get happy quick!!!
Dirty Floor
Nice poem, but yikes, I hope it is not based on personal experiences.
I think that you touch on something true though, there are many relationships where one of the partners is what I call a ‘vampire’ (could be either sex). This is where one of the partners slowly sucks the life out of the other person, always criticizing, never supporting, finding the negative in everything until the person’s life is sucked out of them and there is no confidence left.
Thought provoking poem.
I think that you touch on something true though, there are many relationships where one of the partners is what I call a ‘vampire’ (could be either sex). This is where one of the partners slowly sucks the life out of the other person, always criticizing, never supporting, finding the negative in everything until the person’s life is sucked out of them and there is no confidence left.
Thought provoking poem.
Dirty Floor
Thanks for your thoughtful repy Mikeinie.
So true that relationships can be like that.
Great word for it to.
So true that relationships can be like that.
Great word for it to.