Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 10-June 22:23:19 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 99766 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Cheap Whore [time] => 2005-06-30 23:50:17 [hometext] => [bodytext] => lying with the tigers and the duke.
where am i, im in a pool of tragedy.
pull, push, crave me.
yeah, you need me, kiss me.
just let me name the states in my head.

quietly concentrating on what i **** up.
secrets become your lovers, her promises to be with me.
she isnt mine anymore, now im left all alone.
take this knife out of this heart as you please.
please, before i bleed to death.

like a cheap whore, who sells all she has.
is how i feel inside, lost, insescure, and alone.
uncertain about my life, and even if i will live to wake.
struggling with my thoughts, im single and severed at the joints.
***** was never very good anyways, yeah anyways.

dress up, and pretend you love me again.
i will call the police, because my heart beat is slow.
i cant even believe that she is gone, i wanna wake next to you.
i wanna wake up with my lips glued to yours, and my hands interlocked.
and your scent, make it just leave.

erase everything, because im in shock, is this real?
fog fills my head, hazy days and nights, useless chat with myself.
shut up, dissappear and make my pain go away.
the thought of you rips me into pieces.
so *****
this and ***** the word love. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 48 [informant] => frmpoison2static [notes] => Mod 9 7/1/05 Bleep words. Please bleep the whole word. Thanks [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Cheap Whore

Contributed by frmpoison2static on Thursday, 30th June 2005 @ 11:50:17 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



lying with the tigers and the duke.
where am i, im in a pool of tragedy.
pull, push, crave me.
yeah, you need me, kiss me.
just let me name the states in my head.

quietly concentrating on what i **** up.
secrets become your lovers, her promises to be with me.
she isnt mine anymore, now im left all alone.
take this knife out of this heart as you please.
please, before i bleed to death.

like a cheap whore, who sells all she has.
is how i feel inside, lost, insescure, and alone.
uncertain about my life, and even if i will live to wake.
struggling with my thoughts, im single and severed at the joints.
***** was never very good anyways, yeah anyways.

dress up, and pretend you love me again.
i will call the police, because my heart beat is slow.
i cant even believe that she is gone, i wanna wake next to you.
i wanna wake up with my lips glued to yours, and my hands interlocked.
and your scent, make it just leave.

erase everything, because im in shock, is this real?
fog fills my head, hazy days and nights, useless chat with myself.
shut up, dissappear and make my pain go away.
the thought of you rips me into pieces.
so *****
this and ***** the word love.




Copyright © frmpoison2static ... [ 2005-06-30 23:50:17]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Cheap Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by blackholesun on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 12:50:30 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
um u made me have secon thoughts about leaving my fiance,he hurts me allot but i cant bare it if he would feel how u do,good poem it touched my heart ,you deserve to be happy


Re: Cheap Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by ChrissyMarie on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 01:43:26 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
very strong


Re: Cheap Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by ChrissyMarie on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 01:43:52 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
very strong


Re: Cheap Whore (User Rating: 1 )
by brokenwings on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 05:52:15 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
loved it, very strong but real,




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com