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silverwolf71190

The Black Widow
by nngross
The Black WidowShe smiles,
A slight curve of her cruel lips,
As she walks away,
Leaving another husk of a man in her wake.
Leaving him with only thoughts and memories as useless as her goodbye kiss,
As useless as the "I'm sorry" she whispered sweetly in his ear
Before she sweetly walked out of his life.
Victim number one?
Number three?
Number five?
Number nine?
Or does it really matter?
She is a seducer.
She is a seductress.
She is a succubus.
She is a black widow,
Weaving a web of lust,
Of desire,
Of deceit,
Of lies,
And of love.
Despicable love.
I pity him, her next man,
Her next victim,
Her next prey,
Her next "love."
The next husk of a man that will be left in the wake of her cruel, curving lips.



Delta565

Lovelorn Death
by dai-vee.
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zhalia103

I’m Still Here
by StarlightComet
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
I’ll still be the one
Who supports you
When you can no longer stand
On your own.
I’ll still be the one
Who puts the pieces
Back together when you
Break.
I’ll still be the one
To hug you-hold you-
When your walls crumble down
Into oblivion.
I’ll be here to catch you
If you find yourself falling.
I’ll be here to save you
If you can’t carry on.
I’ll fight for you
If you can no longer fight for yourself.
My only wish is that
You do the same for me-
My only regret
Is knowing that you won’t.



Pinkey-pie-69

Time and Tide
by TheBareSheet
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
my collar, your puppet, the winding kite,
my bread, your balloon, a blight on my bight.
this life would cease(fire) if the wind did freeze.
that dawn I turned down a different road,
waiting for my thoughts become my own.
small fish swim upstream, but then to be sold. 
who knew her children and fate would be sewn.
old habits never die, lest future maul.
time and tide makes us mercenaries all.


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The Stretcher
by Achille1996
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Midnight black.
Where am I?
That noise,
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Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
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Every time I do it seemed
That you're the girl of my dreams
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For you never showed me a sign
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Though you never kiss me first
You've always let kiss you
And show that my love for you was true
You seem to have fun
When we went out on dates
Though some you forgot or were late
Though now you're through with me
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That made me happy
No other that can make me complete
No girls in the world could ever compete
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With your hope that you gave me
While I was in my darkest hour
When my life was not sweet but sour
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Don't accept
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And my promise kept
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I lie down to sleep at night with a sad thought,
My family is in the other room hollering, yelling, while my sister sneaks out trying not to get caught.
My brother at college, my grandma in heaven,
I'm twirling in band, fake friends.
Dreaming but not believing in a miracle or Gods grace,
Someone please save me from this place!
My thoughts corrupt me, my dreams are haunting,
My friends ignore me, my classmates taunting.
My head filled with wishes and dreams,
Wish i could see his face, hold his hand,
The boy i like who's in band.
Wish he knew how i felt! If he did it wouldn't matter,
To like me, for him, would be the latter.
last choice, last in line,
My teammates win, I'm stuck behind.
Do they see i'm left out?
Feel the pain i feel? How i wished to be apart of their clique,
They say they like me... It's just a trick.
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If i die the pain may ease.
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Where do I even begin this one... Well, by telling you why I'm ever starting this discussion in the first place.

Lately I've been spending lots of time with my cousin which is currently serving in the army, and anytime he'd come home, I'd spend my time with him. He came back for a week, and we spent that whole week together. He shouldn't be in the army, though he fought to get in there. He has epilepsy, light, though epilepsy nonetheless. And so, while just randomly talking, I found myself witnessing an epileptic seizure. And honestly, it was one of the scariest things I have ever seen in my life. You might find many videos of these kinds of seizures, and it wouldn't seem that scary, though when you actually see it and have to do something to make sure they won't get hurt, and worst of all, when it's someone you love, it's quite... Well, traumatizing.

And so, this is my discussion for you today. What would you consider a trauma? Do you, or do you think you have one yourself? And if so, how do you deal with a trauma?

I'll be honestly, the reason for this discussion is for two things,  a selfish reason, I really do want to know how to deal with this kind of things. Any time I close my eyes, I just see that same situation, the sound and how he looked during the seizure, and it makes me want to cry.

The other reason, is to know a bit more about you, our members, and for general knowledge. I really do want to know what things you might have experienced, or even better, if you hid such a thing, for you to let it out. We are online, after all, no one really knows who you are, apart from who you told, and so, everything and anyone, feel free to let us know a bit more about you.

Hope everyone has had and will have a great week,

- Michael.
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written-from-within Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2006
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Well it looks as if you are, so we here at the club say hi back and hope you're having a great time :D

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Not only am I having a great time, but I should have something to post for the current activity before the end of the week. :XD:
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Well that's the spirit :D

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Thanks, I try to draw every now and then, lol.
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ogprocks Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2006
From my experience this club is about expressing yourself by putting "pen to paper" regardless of your experience. No one's claiming to be experts, or that we're trying to get famous off our poetry. I'm sure there other poetry clubs out there more your style.
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thanks for the comment!
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YAY IM ON TEH CLUB
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ya we have a new member
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