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Array ( [sid] => 162726 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ....Polluted [time] => 2010-10-10 20:32:05 [hometext] => ....stupid past [bodytext] => ....Once a cheater, Always a cheater,
People never change,
Keep them bogged down by their past,
So that they stay the same.
If 'person' tries to change,
and is doing fairly well,
Then the past creeps up,
and places them back to their Hell.

....So, I've cheated once or twice,
and have been forgiven but,
every other time we dispute,
it's brought up and bites me in the butt.
Why must it be brought up,
when it doesn't even relate,
and why must it torment me so,
and leave me in a world of hate.

....Self-hate is what,
this topic breeds,
it makes me want,
to make myself bleed.
4 drops of blood,
for everyone I was driven to touch,
I keep mentally reliving it,
this punishment is NOT too much.

....I can't cut because
I'm a collector of many a sharp thing,
like Swords, Daggers, Shields,
and Shurikens that you can fling.
Plus, Music holds my life together,
and forever I shall play,
until the dreadful day,
that my hearing and touch senses fade away.

....nevermind the suicidal thoughts,
because it's something I'll never do,
but it's old habit to threaten it,
and threaten it until this dark guy turns blue.
Now what was the topic
that I was on,
something about the past
and how it's never actually gone.

....Have you ever done something
that hurt the one you care for?
something that effected not only your relationship,
but nearly destroyed her friend's relationship's core?
it's horrible to know,
that you may have polluted the lives,
of two serious lovers,
who will never become wives.

....Thanks to my polluted ways,
my regrets list keeps racking up,
it has to stop here and now,
or it'll continuously fill my regretful cup.
I try not to make things akward,
but that can't be helped now,
we're stuck like this forever,
and to get out, I don't think I'll ever know how.

....The smallest things in life,
remind her of when,
I cheated on her with,
her lesbian friend.
some things haven't been brought up,
since I don't even remember when,
and thanks to me she'll forever wonder,
when I'll cheat on her again....


....no matter how much I want to forget about it....it keeps coming back to bite me, to fight me, anger me when I've found a new happy/exciting moment....what have I done?....will I ever be able to outrun my past? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sonibe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
....Polluted

Contributed by Sonibe on Sunday, 10th October 2010 @ 08:32:05 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



....Once a cheater, Always a cheater,
People never change,
Keep them bogged down by their past,
So that they stay the same.
If 'person' tries to change,
and is doing fairly well,
Then the past creeps up,
and places them back to their Hell.

....So, I've cheated once or twice,
and have been forgiven but,
every other time we dispute,
it's brought up and bites me in the butt.
Why must it be brought up,
when it doesn't even relate,
and why must it torment me so,
and leave me in a world of hate.

....Self-hate is what,
this topic breeds,
it makes me want,
to make myself bleed.
4 drops of blood,
for everyone I was driven to touch,
I keep mentally reliving it,
this punishment is NOT too much.

....I can't cut because
I'm a collector of many a sharp thing,
like Swords, Daggers, Shields,
and Shurikens that you can fling.
Plus, Music holds my life together,
and forever I shall play,
until the dreadful day,
that my hearing and touch senses fade away.

....nevermind the suicidal thoughts,
because it's something I'll never do,
but it's old habit to threaten it,
and threaten it until this dark guy turns blue.
Now what was the topic
that I was on,
something about the past
and how it's never actually gone.

....Have you ever done something
that hurt the one you care for?
something that effected not only your relationship,
but nearly destroyed her friend's relationship's core?
it's horrible to know,
that you may have polluted the lives,
of two serious lovers,
who will never become wives.

....Thanks to my polluted ways,
my regrets list keeps racking up,
it has to stop here and now,
or it'll continuously fill my regretful cup.
I try not to make things akward,
but that can't be helped now,
we're stuck like this forever,
and to get out, I don't think I'll ever know how.

....The smallest things in life,
remind her of when,
I cheated on her with,
her lesbian friend.
some things haven't been brought up,
since I don't even remember when,
and thanks to me she'll forever wonder,
when I'll cheat on her again....


....no matter how much I want to forget about it....it keeps coming back to bite me, to fight me, anger me when I've found a new happy/exciting moment....what have I done?....will I ever be able to outrun my past?




Copyright © Sonibe ... [ 2010-10-10 20:32:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: ....Polluted (User Rating: 1 )
by sride686 on Thursday, 14th October 2010 @ 06:49:40 AM AEST
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Good write and your right your pass will forever be there
and they are like demons in the night waiting to feed on
your soul. The best thing I can say is let the past be the
past and live with no regrets. We live and learn and
continually F*&k up until the day we enter the ground.
As the bible says no sin out ways another they are all an
abomination to the Lord so remind her that she makes
mistakes to and you still love her. You only have one life
to live so live it as you being you no matter the cost if
you’re not happy then no one around you will be.

~Steve~




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