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Share with me your secret
Share with me where you lay
I swear to you I'll keep it
and take it to my grave
Worry not, worry not -- I'll start this show
and let you journey inside my brain
and show you what you already know.
That which you inflict upon me is pain
and your sadistic smile glows
You think I'm your passionate masochist
When you have me bound to you by chain
You'll never again hear a word of this;
But pleasure is derived from pain.
Love can be a word Unholy.
A contingency for the Damned.
Granted to those deemed Worthy,
and misleading those with no chance.
Let no Man, nor Beast, no Angel, nor Devil, douse the rare flame we share.
Let no Light, nor Dark, no Brave, nor Fear, change what has happened here.
Let no Perception, nor Actuality,
change your Morality,
and make you give up this imaginary reality.
But Alas, our Love will forever remain a thought
For the sneaking suspicion, the Terror -- of breaking your Heart.
"Samantha" October 26th, 2013
A.H.W.H (c)
Abdul-Malik H. Wajid Hunter
The Legendary Pen Meister
Share with me where you lay
I swear to you I'll keep it
and take it to my grave
Worry not, worry not -- I'll start this show
and let you journey inside my brain
and show you what you already know.
That which you inflict upon me is pain
and your sadistic smile glows
You think I'm your passionate masochist
When you have me bound to you by chain
You'll never again hear a word of this;
But pleasure is derived from pain.
Love can be a word Unholy.
A contingency for the Damned.
Granted to those deemed Worthy,
and misleading those with no chance.
Let no Man, nor Beast, no Angel, nor Devil, douse the rare flame we share.
Let no Light, nor Dark, no Brave, nor Fear, change what has happened here.
Let no Perception, nor Actuality,
change your Morality,
and make you give up this imaginary reality.
But Alas, our Love will forever remain a thought
For the sneaking suspicion, the Terror -- of breaking your Heart.
"Samantha" October 26th, 2013
A.H.W.H (c)
Abdul-Malik H. Wajid Hunter
The Legendary Pen Meister
Literature
8-10-14
Desperately searching for a means of acceptance,
I miserably resort to half-hearted repentance.
If God has it within His heart to forgive,
Then what reason do I have not to sin?
Literature
Emotion Roulette
I can't take much more.
I feel temper come up.
Ready to be released.
I compact it down.
I feel the sadness under it.
Always present, never waning.
It makes it hard to cope.
I work until I collapse.
Not an easy way of life.
A choice of emotions
Numbness or feeling?
The answer isn't as obvious.
They both come and go.
I'm a lost cause.
It's time for the event.
Emotion roulette!
What is the dial going to chose?
Tick, tick, tick
Ah, it stopped.
Tears form.
Of course.
Sadness.
It is.
Literature
Balance Beam
I asked for time, I gave you mine
I called you and you heeded
You never knew I was begging you
For everything I needed
A balance beam, a paper ream
Covered in tiny writing
A melted frost, an item lost
Thunder without the lightning
A cliché line, a pitchfork tine
Dulled and slightly rusty
A hand-dug hole, a sacred scroll
Encrypted, old, and dusty
I never found it easy to trust
Every silken bond crumbled to dust
I needed you to find the best
And help me to swallo
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this is the most beautiful poem I have ever read..