Love Hurts

By Angel Claire ©

He left me again in a miry puddle of despair;
My soul cries out from the torture in my mind.
“Why did I allow this to happen to me again?  
Have I not learned my lesson?”
He doesn't care about me, only for himself;
His words are sweet, at first, then turn vile and ugly.
He reaches for another and spits in my face!
How dare you do this to me!
I reach down deep into my inner being to bring up my last ounce of dignity.
Be gone, you fool!   You will never hurt me again!

And So The Corpse Lives On

By: Hector Rodriquez ©
©2007 HRT

Caressing the knife
Skin crawls with anticipation
Retreat, the weak hand falters
and so the corpse lives on

A shadow, indistinct
Faded, and sinking
Terminal, but sadly never fatal
Depleted of all things vital

Their smiles and displays of affection
violently causing deep lacerations
Their tales of intimacy
The prime fuel for lunacy

A paradox unrivaled
Solid support that causes imbalance
Encouraging, warm words
The fire that boils my blood

Her face flashes by
And I scream at the walls
Her face smashed in
The just punishment that never comes

Surrounded by a cold armor
Born out of many temporary deaths
The snakes still crawling all around me
But their fangs are no longer a threat

Unwilling to move forward
Unable to move back
Floating in a static limbo
Overflowing with everything I lack