Surviving Hell

This poem really doesn't need an introduction. All I can say is, Love can be heartless and cruel...and before you step out in the water, be sure you know how to swim.

I get in my car and blast the sounds of MeShelle.....
She was,
She is,
My COMFORT for the day.
My seat goes back,
My mind wanders,
And my thoughts flow with the beat of her bass.
The ride is smooth and I don't notice the stops and goes...
Just enjoying the scene on my way…
Time is no option to me....for me… my life starts over today
In hell...

It's ironic,
Almost cynical that my car feels my mood,
Slowing when the tears come,
Accelerating as I fight them away.
My mind is having a hard time processing how something so perfect turned so deadly…
How someone who loves you delivers the final blow that breaks your heart.
Is closure even necessary?
Should you allow your mind to entertain the details of something you know exists?

I try to shake the feelings,
My feelings…anger, betrayal, despair.
I’m fighting hard but I know, they will always be there.
It will,
Continue to cling to me,
Reminding me of what used to be…
Its stinger piercing me over and over.

I have lost my battle with love.
And,
As a result, it will no longer abide in my heart.
Love was an illusion that I encountered so often,
That I begin to think that maybe,
Just maybe it was real.
Love,
Sent me here…
To hell.

Holly.stings17Jun09-finis

You Don't Like Me- (Proceed with Caution)

Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars...our ways of thinking are sooooo different. (sometimes) The outside looking in.....kinda goes like this:

It's hard persuading someone to like you,
But damn easy for them to screw you...
Laying your head to the bed,
Shoving their pole in your hole,
Pounding endlessly,
While calling your name.
But,
You don't like me.
I enter your world, the moment I walk through your door....
You smile....
Embracing me like secret lovers would on their departure,
Watching my every move,
As I undress......
But,
You don't like me.
Before I can hit the bed,
Your hands are roaming all over my body....
Like a blind man reading Braille,
Paying extra attention to the,
Wet spot....
But,
You don't like me.
You spread my legs,
Wider than the wings of an eagle,
Slowly licking my sexy....
Trying,
To find the center of the tootsie roll pop...
But,
You don't you like me.
Before you enter me,
You ask am I okay,
Because,
You don’t want to hurt me but please me,
Make it worth my while.....
But,
You don't like me.
While you're sliding slowly inside of me,
I begin to moan,
You
Hesitate,
Looking in my eyes with concern,
I say I'm fine keeping going,
Ooooh girl,
You moan,
While continuing down the hot dripping cave.
But,
You don't like me.
The trees outside your window are swaying,
The birds are chirping,
And we,
Are making music of our own,
Our raspy voices chanting,
Our wet bodies slapping,
Grinding,
Sliding,
To the beat of the song......
But,
You don't like me.
We lay naked on the bed,
Eyes closed,
Sun shining over our entwined bodies,
Me,
Rubbing your head,
You,
Rubbing my arm,
Enjoying,
Silence.
But,
You don't like me.
As we stand in front of my car,
Saying our goodbyes....
You lean in and,
You kiss me.
Smiling, I think to myself...
Damn,
And he says he doesn't like me.