Lovesick
by Winter
I've thrown up love a time or two
and I know what its like to have
acid clinging to the back of your throat
as you gurgle down water
trying to rid yourself of the taste.
You wouldn't remember it but
I've spewed a few times for you,
emptying what was left inside
in hopes that you'd refill the hope
that I was begging for.
I know what its like for the aroma
to fill your nose and to start gagging
over the remanence of what came out.
But I guess that's where I learned
that love had no power over you,
unlike me where I breathed it
in prayers that you'd somehow
caught the same flu that I did.
Somehow I'm the only one
who ever gets lovesick.
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Cut Me Down
by Winter
I've been beaten before
had life stripped from me
by the people who say
"I love you" the most.
Yet here I stand.
I was never the issue
even though that's what
has always been told,
been reminded of.
Every single day.
Your wants are not mine
and I'll never be the
first born son you
pray to God for.
I'll always be your baby girl
So go ahead and cut me down,
throw your words in my face
and remind me that im broken,
Tell me again "I'm not good enough."
I still love you anyways.
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We Built It Up to Watch It Fall ((Etheree))
by Winter
Like
Leeches
we prey on
our God's strength to
rid ourselves of pain,
of misery, of hate
and in doing so we break
the only foundation we had
of ever truly being human;
so we die alongside our gods. Alone.
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Time to start dreaming
by Winter
Dreams have faded like the sunset,
ominous and unseen while darkness
travels throughout the lands
that once held light and life.
They have ran away from their keeper
hiding away, sleeping as if its just another
hibernation that will never seem to end.
Yes, the dreams of this world have vanished.
Children have been weeping from pain
that was induced by their own guardians
and parents still mourn the loss of their
own selfish childhood. The tears never stop
just like the rain never stops pouring
on this side of town; where at night
light never touches a single soul
and death is more then just a plague
Somewhere we lost our dreams
and along the way we died
never truly living in the first place,
when will we become alive again?
When will you start dreaming again?
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Where We Used to Play
by Winter
Behind the maple trees where we used to play
There is a body that's been sitting for days.
Disfigured and mangled from weeks of decay
As the worms have moved into their new home.
Few years back there was a beautiful girl
And like elegance and grace her name was poetry,
She spoke like a queen and wrote words
That could mend hearts or destroy societies.
But no matter how many stories she has written
And hearts she herself has touched
She never quite felt the love she desired,
But that's why there's a body behind the maple trees...
Where we used to play
