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My Thoughts On a Real Relationship!

She calls me up late at night
Says She is sorry about our fight
Doesnt know why she got so mad
But i'm still down and feelin bad

Our love is like the falling snow
It piles up with nowhere to go
Until the sun Warms the ground
Then our love begins to meltdown

Nothing lasts forever my friend
Eventualy everything will see its end
So i let our love melt away
Knowing some water in my heart is there to stay.

Drug of my Chocie!

Did you ever feel so empty inside that it hurts to breathe?
That the world could and would go on without you.
Because it can and will.
Everyone wants to feel needed.
But what if you dont?
What do you do?
You turn to other things.
Something that makes you feel.
Something to numb the pain.
But the pain can only disappear for so long.
Then it comes nack to haunt you.
Like a hidden family secret.
So what is wrong with numbing the pain?
We all have our own ways of doing it.
Some use sex, drugs,food, sleep anything to make it go away.
Did you ever feel so alone that you cant even trust yourself?
You wish you had someone to confind in.
Some one to wipe away the tears that never seem to stop.
So what do you do when there is no one?
No where to turn?
Whats the drug of my chocie?

Flood

Flooded feelings,
Strange revealings...

Prior to releasing,
The pressure increasing,
Like a river raging,
That started as a drop
of water, needing dam caging,
But now its flowing over the top;

Too high,
Can't deny;
Why try?

Electrified currents
Burn through the wall,
Moving in torrents,
a horizontal waterfall.

Drowning the past,
Destroying all in its future path,
A watery shadow is cast,
in this cleansing & killing bath.

The Plastic Coffin

The bag hangs desolately on the ebony railing;
zipper runs through it's cold expanse,
hiding it's secrets.
wire hanger pokes out top,
revealing hints of what's inside:
it's just a plastic coffin.
pull it down.
it screeches in my ears,
never faltering for a moment.
cloth is revealed,
causing tickled fingers at a glance:
the favorite sweater you won't need anymore.
black-green pants and matching tie.
colors swim;
polished black shoes are soon drowned in painful tears,
making the suicide Bible tucked at the bottom
impossible to read,
but the words are already imprinted thickly in my head,
speaking of guilt and memories
and loneliness inside your solitary cell.
i will hate myself forever for not saving you,
for this guilt cannot be squandered,
and will never be left behind.
you scent clings to my cheeks,
and will never be washed away by welcome tears;
neither can they cleanse
the blood from my hands,
caked in my fingertips:
with me forever,
just
like
the.plastic.coffin.

The Other Heart

Emotions fill up and run over
Like a never ending river
Am I really seen?
Or Am I the ghost?
I try to live
I feel my heart beating
It beats for only one
Will the other heart
Ever again
Just beat for one?

One Breath
One breath; taken in two parts
joinging together to incomplete hearts
The air is drawn inside
Held for a moment, both lovers confide
Quickly released; out into the atmosphere
To reluctant lovers, this is their greatest fear
To not let go, to fully draw breath
They'd rather hold it in, even beyond death
Which will be caused without a release
An option for melencholy peace
They fail to see, what is let go will come back
Each time greater and greater; an exponential stack
The benefit of release
is that the ends will be sweeter
and smoother, as if sliding on grease
Until the end, when death is breaths only defeater
When the chest lifts up only in one part
Afraid to be let down in its depart.

She Dreams

The girl who cannot smile
Laughs inside my mind
The love I give to her
Is all that she can find
Don't look at her face
Just look into her eyes
There is an amazing truth
Hidden behind the lies
She does have a heart
She who looks so mean
She can make you feel
Things you've never dreamed
She aches for love
And i ache for her soul
Because real love is something
She may never know
I am part of her
I am her hand
And I write the words
She cant understand
I reach to her chest
And search inside
Her bleeding heart
Is open wide
I catch her love
And grasp her pain
As it pours from her veins
like drenching rain
she locks up her soul
and says "Keep my heart
If I feel it again
I'll rip it apart"
So I cherish her heart
And I write it all down
As I see her emotions
Inner feelings and sounds
She reads my words
And pretends not to know
That her chest holds more
Than an empty hole
I know that she wants
To love again
And I know she would like
To have a friend
I know she is scared
To open her mind
To another stranger
One more time
But she cant hide forever
So i dry her eyes
I will help her be strong
Convince her to try
If someone does want
To love her someday
She wont be fragile
Or locked away
She will know she is deserving
Of wonderful things
Of dreams come true
And incredible feelings
And she will be brave
As she faces the world
And the world will stare back
At the smiling girl

SUMMER HOLIDAY
How long will summers come and go,
when will the wind stop to blow,
how wet is rain on a cool spring day;
what is love that won't go away?

How many teardrops will you shed
for love you know will not be dead,
how many hearts on Champs-Elyees
are broken when one cannot stay?

How long is time, and summer's pain,
until you see his eyes again?
how dead l'Universite,
why does the summer have to be?

How cruel is moonlight on the Seine
when you take that last walk with him
how many times will your heart cry
remembering his kiss goodby.

Tormented

There's a crack in the cieling
The walls coming down
The water is rising
I think I might drown

The gun may be loaded
I don't really know
I won't pull the trigger
But I can't let it go

One more..injection
Of pain..this time there's no rejection
I think I'll live with what I've done
One small indiscretion
Turns into my obsession
Can't be all things to everyon

There's a rhyme without reason
A man on the edge
Lost in the neon
One step from the ledge

My home is a castle
It feels like a cell
Sadness abated
I'm angry as hell

One more..injection
Of pain..this time there's no rejection
I think I'll live with what I've done
One piece of information
All that's left is escalation
Just one more lap to run

There's a light in the darkness
A crack in the glass
A heart may be breaking
But this too shall pass

A moment of silence
A prayer for the dead
There may be an answer
Perhaps better unsaid

Nothing

In this corner of my head
Everything's broken and
Nothing makes sense
I try hard to put it all together
But pieces are missing
I can't find myself in this mess
What was my life is now gone
Swept away with the dust
And I am left with nothing

*Satisfied Enough?*

I was thinking today
that I would spill my guts and
bleed
for you
Drive a blade in my heart and
twist it
oh so
slow.
Perhaps carve your name
in my flesh
with a rusted knife...
watch it swell
and infect and eventually
lay down
with a
smile
on my face
as you watch my body
being eaten by maggots
being caressed by flies
and think to yourself
with a mental pat on the back
yes she did love me enough

butterflies

I got butterflies in my stomach,
I can't get you outa my head.
When I'm without you,
You know I feel dead.

You make me laugh,
You make me cry.
You brought me outa the darkness.
Gave me a new meaning in life.

Just want you're trust,
That's all I want to gain,
Because when I'm without you,
I just go insane.

We could sit around the furnace,
And talk all night.
Keep eachother warm when it's cold at night.

What is this love,
That I've been told.
Because I want to be with you,
Until we grow old

Shed
The fire turns
my thoughts inside.

I look upon you -
something distant,
something kind.

You capture me
with your eyes;
the simple tranquility
of your smile.

The end, the start -
in all that I have,
no more strength
to fear.

Just enough
to shed a single tear;
hiding in the shadows
of my feelings
here.

Fading away........

My life is ticking away
And with
every
tick
another r i p
tears through my heart
with every second that passes
another tear
falls
with every minute that goes
I forget who I am
With every hour that shudders by
I fade away
With every day that you forget me
I become more of a memory to myself
With every year I’m forgotten
The darker my shadow gets
And every time you spite me
Another hole grows inside me
And since you’ve gone
I’ve become
Less than half of what I used to be
When you used to tell me that
You loved me

Blue Blood?

Is that my heart
bleeding onto the page?
I thought blood was red.
But this is blue.
Perhaps it's because
this pain is so fresh
so pure
that the air cannot touch it
and taint its hue.
Straight from my veins
through pencil
to paper.
Spilling the reality
we never see.
Did you even know
your blood was blue?

Adam Wolbransky
Philadelphia	Pa.
USA
E-mail me!
TwistedDreams42o@aol.com

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