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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.


Lovelorn Death
by dai-vee.
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
Watching his blood run to the drain
As the one he loves will love another
Suffocating as air does smother
He who loves must pay the price
Hanging because he thought her nice
Naked and beaten, destined to lose
Guilty of what she does accuse
He who loves must bear the shame
She is hurt and he's to blame
The nails stick in on seeing her hurt
The microbes crawl in caked-on dirt
He who loves must feel despair
Even though it isn't fair
Her soul slips through unclenching fists
The blood now draining from his wrists
He who loves must suffer alone
With little hope of shattered bone
Never having felt her touch
Wishing he had mattered much
He who loves must fight his need
To her desires he must concede
Seeing her still prolongs his end
He cannot touch his heart to rend
He who loves must bear the cost
Doubly so when he has lost
He had not gained what counts as loss
Now love must die upon its cross


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
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.


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.


The Stretcher
by Achille1996
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
and thinks she is the most beautiful thing
in the entire world.
A woman in white lifts her bouquet,
so thankful that she is finally
the one to throw.
Her sister catches the flowers
while blushing at the best man,
who smiles back at her.  
Today a mother kisses her daughter
on the forehead
as she imagines how beautiful
this newborn child will become
in the future.
A black and white kitten
emerges from beneath a family shed,
and two girls on the swings
name him Mittens
and promise to love him forever.
Today someone is carried
down the hospital hall in a stretcher,
and I sit in the waiting room
thinking that out of all these happy,
wonderful things,
I would take the stretcher
if it meant I would be there
instead of you.



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We come from it:
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Join together in harmony.
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When others need to be heard.
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Until you find a better home.
But as I watch the sunrise for the first time in years,
The only thing I think is that I'm glad you're still here.
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I'll keep you close to me without any reason.
Just to make you feel alive again.
'Cause yeah I finally feel alive again.
We've got so much life to live,
and I have so much left to give— to him.
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I'm picking myself up off this cold and lifeless floor.
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I'll keep you close to me without any reason.
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A Familiar voice to comfort me...
A Familiar face for me to pray with...
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And Endless Thought brings me to my knees.
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It has inspired, and brought me to lows
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I move on, just as you have...
It's not that you're gone...
It's that you left without saying goodbye...
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"You're stunning."
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"You're my everything."
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No response.
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No response.
"You're incredible."
No response.
"You're marvelous."
No response.
"You're magnificent."
No response.
"You're wonderful."
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Makes Her Forget
She feels numb
Like she never fitted in
Always hiding her feelings
Behind a dark cloud
No pain
Just cold
The darkness inside of her
All builds up
Her heart wants to explode
And the self-destruction
Makes her forget
Darkness and sorrow
So Blue
Tension, frustration
She can't move
Hunger, acheing
She says:
"Won't you set me free?"
She's never right
She's never wrong
Just Nothing
Kill the ignorance
The black of night
Is her home
Save her
She needs hope
It's her salvation
To get her out
Of this web
She's caught in
No love
No hate
Just life
Her reality's dissolving
And the self-destruction
Makes her forget
Darkness and sorrow
So Blue
Tension, frustration
She can't move
Hunger, acheing
She says:
"Won't you set me free?"
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if realize that everything is the same matter, and you stop distinguishing objects from one another as you normally would,
then bring yourself down to the level of all matter,
you realize that your thoughts are just a grouping of thoughts.
if you can stop identifying with them, you see yourself as the same thing as everything around you.
if there is no longer a reason to identify yourself with your body, why not say that you are everything?
looking out the window
at the trees, grass, flowers,
then realizing you are all essentially one,
you can become them.
the leaves on a tree, the flower petals, the dead ones on the ground, the dirt they grow in and decay into.
the same things you and i are made of.
the only meaning we have left of "i" is our thoughts; the only thing we ever truly were.
when we stop being our thoughts, when we do not identify as them, we can let everything be, and all is perfect the way it is.
we must realize our thoughts are not permanent; nothing is permanent, so th
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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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