this is an honest open and may be sick twisted perverted, disgusting, sad , happy, abusive, hateful, spiteful, mind blowing, or stagnant.

It is me. It is the goo on the finger that just came out of a festering wound.

I invite all to comment and share.

Fuck your friends fuck your neighbors but alway make love to the one you love.

This is my forum and it is open to the world.



A troubled mind.
I am burdened by the carry-over, the triumph of not.
Secondary only to my hurt is my pain.
Primarily abused by my own self worthlessness.
Fretting that I am encompassed by the lack of tribute.
Incisions leave wounds, no matter how surgical and precise.
Gashing at my heart and raging thru- out my veins.
Mourning the loss of a son, that is alive this very day.
I am not knowing.
I am suffer.
I am not forgotten.
I am left to stray.
I am the manipulation.
I am defeat.
I am what you need me to be.
I am unwilling.
I am alone.
I am horrified.
I am unknown.
I am covered.
I am lies.
I am the truth, you buried alive.
Emotional disturbances in my sleep.
I am the beast, without release.
I am hidden.
I am present.
Oft misrepresented.
Social exclusion.
Your noise pollution.
I can not forgive.
I can not stand up.
I can not rise.
I am not tough.
The collasped soul, like a supernova, sucks me in.
I am your failure, your corruption, your sin.
I am lust.
I am crushed.
I am not on my knees.
I will not beg and you must not plead.
I can not forgive you for her immoral deeds.
I am ethics.
I flow up.
My heart sinks down.
Truly undieing affection.
I am in need of ressurecting.
A fluid mistake.
Better not at all.
I am collapsing.
You don't care at all.
I reach out and you laugh and sing.
I am me, half dead in the grave.
We can't see with troubled eyes.
We can not see what we deny.
Faith forbidden, my mortal endeavours.
Shutter me.
Cover me. 
Box me up, replace me.
I am a malfunction. 
I am your disgrace.
I will not forever.
I will not translate.
Murderous pain.
I am water.
Left stagnant, with no drain.

The Confession.
I know sometimes its a move on and let go.
I know that I must not bring the agony and remorse into something new.

I can't not Love her.I can't not do things for here.
I am scared that if I do she'll be just like the other.
The C.

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