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The hell of a loveshe seeks a loophole
to leave this man
that she does not love

this love was an illusion
a waking nightmare
which has destroyed her life

each day it was hell
make love was a Calvary

condemned to silence
she dreams of freedom

but leaving the hell is not an easy thing

One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypse
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms

the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear

the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time

the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world

My body injuredmy body is injured by life
each scar is an ordeal of the past
They bleed often
the remembrance is their enemy

my body is injured by life
when I look back
I'm having a deep disgust

a stench contaminates my heart
I stops breathing and I play with the death

The fate of an slavethe cell is narrow
the feces litter the ground
the odor is is unbearable

when I look at through the bars
I can see the boat of death
this boat is an executioner
he kidnaps, he destroys, he kills

tommorow, I'll be on the boat
my name will be replaced by an identification number
order to be sold on the market

if I'm still alive
this is thanks to my faith
this is thanks to at the recollection of my wife

in a corner of my head, I hopes always be free

The Countess and the ghosta ghost moves worm her room
he progressing slowly
with a perverse smile

the young countess sleeps peacefully
lost in her dreams
she hears nothing

the door opens
the beauty is in front of him
her face is delicately pose on the pillow

he hovers above the bed
admiring the curves of the young woman
this creature is so delicious

he leans a little
her neck is gorgeous but it still hesitates
this woman is so pretty

tortured by his choice
he prefers to leave the room

my lovely countess, this night was pleasing
I leave you this rose
to help you remember my visit

you are to me
but you ignore it yet

the girl of the 6th floorthe girl of the 6th floor is strange
when the sun rises up
her hangings are closed
when night falls
she leaves her apartment

Dressed in a black cape
she descends the stairs to go to her car
this girl is very intriguing

she works at night
or she is afraid of the sun
I do not know

it's an obsession
a kind of desire
I would to know the things concealed
behind this beautiful smile

my frozen heartthe winter is harsh
my hands are cold
the gloves are unnecessary

my heart is so cold
that he looks a bit like to this frozen lake

Prisoner from the Ice
he knows not breathe
he suffocates like our love

she looks the rainshe looks the rain which falls on window
he looks the sunset on dunes
she is in New York in their apartment
he is in a military base in Kaboul

the distance is her pain
his return is her hope
6 months already, that he is in this country

he looks at calendar
he counts down the days
in trying to stay alive

the videos messages are insufficient
he wants to kiss tenderly her lips
she wants to caress her face
and be carried away by desire

that this war stops

I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding wound
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit

I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life

The next victimshe is next on his list
he observes his prey since two months
this pretty blonde has become her phantasm

he imagines making love with her
she is for him an obssesion
he watches her angel thanks to cameras placed in his apartment

every morning, she rises
under the eyes of this man
every morning, she takes a shower
under the eyes of this pervert

he looks at his list
already 29 names have been deleted
the number 30 will soon disappear also

Phobiathe lights are extinct
the wall advances towards me
I'm sick, I am afraid

the crowd ignores my pain
I fall into a black hole
I scream my distress in indifference

help me, this is too hard
help me, give me your hand
I need a little light

A doubtful futurevote for a president
sponsor in millions
for an overdose of advertising

his smile is glorious
its pockets are full of cash
his speech is well written

vote for a president
honest the day before
liar the day after

vote for a president
for a doubtful future
and a beautiful disenchantment

A sweet lullabyher life is a long insomnia
a hard road in the darkness
or she seeks the sleep

she is used every night for the children
but nobody has thought
that she had also the right to close your eyes

my blood flows on my wristmy blood flows on my wrist
this time around I went too far away
this will be difficult of concealing my scars

the image of my disgust will be exposed to my friends
but I know that nobody will lift his head
the futility and the vanity are too present in their minds

order for a person poses the question
That is why this bandaging?

The door of hellthe door is opened
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark

this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid

he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
I'm lost

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her first painshe cries in her room
alone in the middle of the bed
she looks at the computer screen
or photos from the past
pass loop

she loved to madness
She accepted everything
she confided her intimate secrets
she trusted

Now there are still memories
in his head
that hurt

his first love
his first serious relationship
everything is broken
Because a tease
has slept with him

he ruined everything
for a bitch
she falls into an abyss
difficult to overcome

first love, first pain
Why love hurts?
she does not know
she eats chocolate
in watching the tears
fall on her diary

She dances in a cageshe dances in her cage
trapped in this place
her destiny is spoiled

every night she reveals her body
in a stench of alcohol, and of nachos
she takes not
attention to customers

she makes the show on scene
as if the room was empty
as if she was alone in this world

every night she thinks
it's the last time
but the next day
she dances again and again

escape this reality
is a difficult thing
because dancing is her life

She is alone at Christmason the night of Christmas
she is alone
with a bottle of alcohol
lost in the ocean garlands

she will send a message
to her mother and sister
she will cook a pizza
ending with a chocolate cake
In misery, watching TV programs

Christmas celebrations is beautiful
but alone
she vomits this celebration
the loneliness
will never be a girlfriend

The warrior of the shadowsthe warrior of the shadows
seek the light
He thinks being in love
this fight is the last

Love opens the doors
a sense
that he did not know

If this angel
if this pretty blonde love passionately
everything can change

his past is not important
what she likes
is the human being
that she sees behind
this blood warrior

The tears of witchmy body is crushed
this power exhausts me
It gnaws my entrails
it corrupts my mind

remain a woman
not be a witch
not to feel the carnal desire
resist this force

this is a plunged in darkness
a magical world
but extremely hard

every time I use my power
I feel pain in my heart
I am tired, my wrists bleed
my hair will turn red

I need help
this magic is going to kill me
I want to control this power
but I do not know

The melody of the pianoI hear the piano
no one plays
the melody of the past
reminds me of you

when you played at night
naked before going to sleep
I sat near you
we kissed tenderly
with caresses
an listening to the melody

Now you're gone
you left with death
Death has come for you
but I still listen to music
every night I think of you

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a virtual life

by ~katsumoto82, Oct 24, 2012, 2:34:33 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

behind my avatar
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf

in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass

a virtual lifeby ~katsumoto82

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~katsumoto82

lost between the two worlds
she is in a dead end

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~katsumoto82 Oct 30, 2012

if life was a magic
she would nice

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~NomadicSoul7 Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

@=C-Allagash : So truee!!!! if only Real life were as Magical as the Virtual One...

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~TypingTurtle Oct 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

ok that is absolute perfect!!

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~katsumoto82 Oct 28, 2012

thanks

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=C-Allagash Oct 26, 2012

Hahahaha, I think everybody can relate to this poem - especially on DA.
In real word, we are just another one. Here though we are... whatever we want!

Luv it!

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~katsumoto82 Oct 26, 2012

c'est vrai, nous sommes ce que nous voulons. Merci

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~Violet-Minds Oct 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Every notice how difficult it is to touch your own reflection? The mirror is like a barrier, a testament to identical disparity.

I love this.

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~katsumoto82 Oct 26, 2012

a correct reflection
I agree

thanks

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~BelaRoseWolf Oct 25, 2012 Student Writer

Ah... I can really relate to this piece! ^^ Excellent work!

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~katsumoto82 Oct 26, 2012

thanks

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