Bloody men are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

Don't want this same ole life
I need something different and new
Baby I don't wanna fuss and fight
I just don't wanna be with you
I missed out on a lot the past few years
While you were cheating and hanging out
I must have cried ten million tears
Before I started having doubts
What you mean to me baby is beyond compare
Things wont change just like that
But what you've done baby you can't repair
It makes me wanna turn my back
I'm not saying that I want another man
But I kind of just wanna be free
So I'm gonna do all that I can
To just take care of me

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

I stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away
My vision is still hazy
From ridding myself this way

My hair is all in tangles
My eyes are filled with tears
I wipe the warm tears away
As if trying to rid myself of my fears

I'm ashamed of what I have done
But it hurts me even more
I can't make myself stop doing it
Even though I know what's in store

It has taken over my mind
It is eating away at my soul
My throat burns with anger
While my stomach growls even more

I am still looking in the mirror
Yet I don't know who I see
All that I know
Is this sad sight couldn't be me

I grip the edge of the counter
So tightly that my knuckles turn white
I want to scream out in anger
At this ugly sight

It's your fault I hiss
That I do this to myself
If only you didn't look this way
I would be in better health

I cover the image in the mirror
With the palm of my hand
And notice a cut on my finger
That I never knew I had

I grab my hand in anger
Or is it more like fright
I'm just so shocked
To see this sight

I laugh and then I cry
Then crumble to the floor
Suddenly aware of my problem
Like I never was before

How did this happen to me?
How did I become a statistic?
I thought that I was strong,
I thought I was better than that

My head throbs in anger
My throat burns with pain
My finger loses a drop of blood
And Nothing is what I have gained

It felt lyk u wre a stranga
N i didnt noe tha 1st thing bou u,
Al those thngz u said 2 me
Were neva even tru!

I dnt regret losing u
I reli dnt care,
Datz wat i kept sayn 2 maself
Thinkn 'lyf jus aint fair'!

Nex thing i knew
u wre bak, tellin me u cared,
But i wsnt falin 4 dat bulshyt agen
N it wsnt cuz i ws mad!

It ws bcuz i trustd u
U meant da wrld 2 me,
Until u startd playn lil gamez
N js desertd me!

Left me wen i needed u
wen i felt da mst lonely,
I hoped U'd cum bak
or mayb js cal me!

Nw I dnt even luk @ u
I hv no tym,
Im 2 busy wit ma new man
Huz soooo daym fyn....

Touches of the past
Lingering on my skin
Attempts to make it last
Long after it had to end
A single tear fallen
And lost beneath the dust
The echoes are still calling
But love had turned to lust
Alone longing for so much more
Than what you had to give
Loving slowly turned to war
I’m leaving. Let me live.

Wedding Poems