Tears

Laying in the bed three o’clock in the morning, pillow saturated


Because of me

Affection abandoned, love lost, having hate……over what I did to you

Crying at the thought of the memory of us

Just when you think you've gotten over...... it seems like I pop back out like a mole

Grounded

Wings rendered useless

Gravity baring down now unable to regain footing

Feelings of when the one you love no longer loves you

Look at your face but you look way

I’m dead to you I suppose

Not even wanting to hear a word I have to say

I speak, you give me a dry “Hey” if that

The design of your hatred

The one you thought was the one

I turned out to be just like the others

Feelings are like a facet that you never fix, just keeps leaking…….never ending, impossible to turn off

Wishing it would rain but the sun is out and will show the rough night that you’ve had

All because of me…….I’m sorry for the pain and the hurt

I love you and even though it’s too late now I finally appreciate everything about you

© 2011

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Madoff

Madoff
 
Think of him
As a thief
That one that makes you
Smile during the day light
And cry in the darkness of night
The passion from loving them
Is only surpassed by the passion you have for fight
Stealing of the heart
Making slash marks
In this beautiful work of art
He destroyed you
The pieces have still not been pieced together
Let me part those clouds
Here comes the sunlight
 
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Sticks n' Stones

Words hurt


Sometimes more

Than we care to admit

Bullying

Isn’t always physical

The verbal aspect

Has longer lasting effects

Sinking deep into the mind

If you bother

To get the know the person

Behind the eyes

A tortured soul

You will find

How long can you

Keep this to yourself?

Pretending like

Everything is alright

Inside

Fires rage

Burning

No one makes it through hell

Without some kind of reminder

Flesh wounds maybe

Or perhaps

The nightmares that same to never end

I think of the ones

Young and old

That have taken their precious life

Over what others have said

I pray your soul finds peace





© 2010

Are You Lonesome?

Do you miss me?


The nights we used to lay together

The way I used to rub your stomach until you went to sleep

How I would ease out

The bed

Not to be sneaky but to give you more time to rest

How I would have dinner

Waiting for you

After you came home from doing God knows what

House cleaned

Bath water ran

Are you Lonesome?



The way I would

Whisk you out of the tub

Like you were a child

Dry you off

Lotion your body

And console you

On your long day at work

Are You Lonesome?



How about

The way I would let you use me

As your punching bag

Puppet

Fool

Whatever you felt like during our “relationship”

Are You Lonesome?



The way you acted

Using me as a circus monkey

Wanting me to jump through hoops for you

When I did more than I should

Foolish of me

But I walked away with my head held high

You Deserve To Be Lonesome



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Her Music Box

The headphones
Go in
Introduction to her day
As she walks to the bus stop
The sees mouths move
But doesn’t make out
What they say

The soundtrack to her life
Every song in this devie
Holds meaning
Some bring rage
While others bring back happier times
Others remind her of current situation
Then there’s the one song
That makes he believe mere mortals can fly

As the harmonies invade her ears
She is pleased
Drowning out life
With each day
Makes the world seem better
The dawn of a bright future
Say goodbye to the past

The lies
Beatings
Cold winter when she was homeless
And all different types of sex to escape it

Born again
Or is this life after death?
Are you ready to die?
No this is all new
She has earned the right
To achieve some type of happieness

© Steve Logan 2010
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Forgotten

Tonight I am giving you the reader more insight into my life and the places I have been. I've attempted suicide twice. Once in 2003 and again in 2005. This poem takes me back to those times when I felt like I couldn't share anything with anyone.

Seems like
The world
Thinks
I am
Dead
In the
Figurative sense
I am
Haven't been myself
For a while now
Maybe I gave up
Too soon
Tired of others
Plotting it
So I brought about
My own doom
Suicidal thoughts
Who could ever imagine
The one
That shouldered
All the hopes
And dreams
Of the family
Could fall victim
To the devil

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Goodbye

I stand before you
A broken man
But I am wise
Beyond
My years
With the pain
Has come knowledge
That I carry with me
Like a textbook
Emotional
Battle wounds
The bleeding
Has stopped
Thanks
To the high end
Field dressing
I used on my scars
Goodbye
Heartache
Goodbye
To being a fool
For love
Quote the poet
Never more

A Poem For You

I know you've had it rough
Seems like every time
You give your heart to a man
He uses you and there's nothing left
But don't let that bring you down
Or decrease your self wealth
You're beautiful
A rose that grew out of the concrete

As soon as the news was announced you were with child
He ran off and you ain't seen him sense
Thinking it was a mistake
But don't feel that way
You're a queen
And also a soldier fighting to make sure your childs needs are met
Single mother I bow to you

This goes out to all the women
That never got to give birth
Due to complications of the pregnancy
I can't say I know what you going through
But I know its enough to make you break down everyday
I wrote this for you
Just to say
God bless you

All my ladies that have been sexually assaulted
I wish I could protect you all
Prevent such an evil act from never happening
Stand on guard for you
COWARD ASS NIGGA SHE SAID NO!
So now you mad and wanna force yourself on her
Just because you got a dick that don't make you a man
How about you come to her like a lady and learn that life ain't about
How many nuts you bust
We're not all like that trust me
I'm sorry

To every lady doing it big
Surviving the times
I wrote this one for you

The Vessel

The carrier
Of such venom
Taker of life
But you don’t wear the
Outfit of the grim reaper
Actually you’re beautiful
A master piece that any
Artist would be proud of
Corrupted by man
The paint spilled
And you were stained
Because there was no glove
You still walk around with
Your head held high
Walking into the hornets nest night after night
But running from the person in the mirror
Which is now looking like a corpse
For you are death in disguise
Ignoring the letters in the mail
Treating them as if
They were bills
That you simply didn’t have the money to pay
The girl is simply gorgeous
But it’s a shame she isn’t aware
That she is a carrier of aids…………….