It's going to rain today. I can feel it in the air. The skies are getting darker. There is little light to be seen. I can hear the mistakes of my youth. They seem to echo in my mind. Calling me out until I can no longer keep them hidden away. They will not be denied. It seems that seeing is not believing. I know how hard I try. Nothing is ever good enough for the thing that torments my tortured mind. What might have been. What I should have said. What I might have done. It all seems to rush at me. I am left in the confusing clouds. They have always gathered here in the darkness. I am always seeking,but never finding. It's always sneaking. It's always hiding. It leaves my soul wanting. I watch you sleeping. You seem so at peace. You will never know all that I am tormented by. I wouldn't put that on you.
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Skank
You sicken me with all of your lies. I am not for you. You are like a disease. You kill all that is good inside. I don't want you. Think about it. I think that you are shit. I know that you are shit. You kill dreams. I want to scream out loud. Throw away everything. I hope you got your fix. Dead to me that is you. No more will I run to you. There is no place in my life for you. What did I ever see? Forever more nothing. You turn the world to black. I'm never coming back. I was never important to you. I am just your latest fool. So I will try and play this cool. I am not as strong as you think. Said the heartbroken fool to the skank. I don't care if you live or if you die. Look up to the sky. Close your eyes. There is nothing for you to think about. That's strike three now you are out. No more than a summer fling. I hope your happy. I won't touch your lips again. You like sucking the dicks of old men. Now there's no more to think goodbye to you unbelievable skank.
By john noakes7 years ago in Poets
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
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