Stolen Heart Poems by Hayden G. (best motivational books TXT) 📖

Stolen Heart


The heart I stole beats underneath my striped shirt,
The cries raising the hairs off my arms as I walk down the road of memories
I close my eyes at the death and destruction I’ve created
See through the looking glass, I see the blue of her eyes instead.
I almost cry, but the feeling of peace invades the destruction around me.
I feel the moist lips of hers again, love swelling in the stolen heart,
Oozing the pink liquid called love pumped throughout my lifeless body as I continue to walk in my lonely memories.
Despair and hope gripped me in a tight cold embrace,
The sweet scent of her blood dried my throat like a cotton ball,
I claw out of my coffin, that was long ago her coffin,
Saw the blood seep through her dress as she takes her dying breath
Clear liquid pouring out of her blue eyes as she stares at me
“I love you” she says, dying in my wake.
I walked away, her soul replacing my long gone one as she dies.
But I live, killing in her name, asking for forgiveness in my victims as I drain them,
I do it for her, my angel dearest, never being told ‘I forgive you’ once after she was gone.
When I saw her soul rise, I breathed her in,
Always to have her with me while I devoured, not alone,
Not anymore, but I miss her, I wish I could die,
I wish I never met my angel to take her life again.

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Bubblegum Popped and Rings In Throats

As I stood in my shorts and chewing my bubble gum in awe at the sight of him, my first love.
His bizarre brown eyes stared at me, Hershey colored, I want to push my hands through his copper hair, longing and devour his eyes.
His dog watched us as we lip locked in his car,
Parked in a meadow field full of bloom,
The car was warm with our heated breathes,
He gave me a diamond ring to wear , I was in complete glee
“To prove my faithfulness” he says, a week later I find him with a Guinevere in the back of his car,
His dog watching them instead of us,
My skin turned blue with sorrow
But it also turned my heart as hard as a rock and unforgiving,
My tears dried quick, never to come out again,
I pull on my Mickey Mouse shorts on to go over to him,
He acted nonchalant, mellow, I wanted to scream
“I want my ring back” he says, my anger rises to a hate,
But I couldn’t help staring at his pink lips one more time.
He looked like he wanted me back too
But then Guinevere comes up to him
“Hey Romeo” She pops her gum, I want to stab both of them,
Instead of stabbing her over and over I glare, she snorts in disgust.
“What? Freak” she says, I punch her, breaking her pretty little nose
Her screams made me almost laugh,
I giggled a goblin squeal instead,
I smile and looked at him, my love, my hate
“You’ll have to wait” I say, and shoved the ring down Guinevere’s throat and made her swallow it,
His face was priceless, worth it, and so was hers, I hope she choked.
My tongue tingled with adrenaline and the memory of out last kiss like salt and sugar,
My heart hardens up again as he pulls me aside at school a week later,
My mood was not at its highest, even though I was a legend in school now,
His eyes soft honey and lips cotton candy pink, my favorite food,
Would he taste like that?
But then my heart told me to shut up, I did.
“Can we talk?” he asks, I comply by kicking him and walking away,
I’ll never forgive him, my heart tells me to not trust ‘them’
Men disgust me, whenever they ask me out, I kick ‘em right where it hurts the most,
After all, Romeo turned me into a heartless bitch,
The man to all my problems.
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Kiss of Death

Crack me up and you’ll see something special,
The secret heart I have lodged inside of me.
And it belonged to Trevor,
His tears mixed in with his blood
As I kissed him while thoroughly stabbing him
On the stairs,
His way was not to the Stairwell of Heaven
No, you see Trevor loves
The kiss of a Death Angel,
Me,
He knew and accepted the deal,
With the seal of a kiss,
With a side dish of death
Literally,
I wrote his name in my Death Diary,
My knife especially made for his end by my hand and my hand only,
For his soul to be sent to the gates of Hell,
Where I live,
For eternity,
With me,
Would he ever regret what he wanted?
My oil black wings
Fold over him,
And covering my act all in one,
My love is,
Was,
A secret,
I’m not sure exactly,
It doesn’t matter now, I just want a kiss again.
I massage his trembling shoulders
As I stare deeply into his green flecked eyes,
Longing to kiss him again,
The blood on his lips made me hungry for
More,
I licked the knife slowly, cutting my tongue in the process,
Black goo oozing out of the long deep cut, I made him kiss me again,
He shivered again, shuddering in disgust,
I bit his tongue so our blood would mingle,
A taste of immortality of demons.
So he can be with me without much suffering,
Breaking the rules, he was to become one of us,
Death Bringers, grim reaper demons.
I drop the knife on the pearl stairs
As we fly away,
Straight for Hell,
Home…

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Shattered Glass Heart

The sensitive touches still lingers, sending shivers though me
My throat
My bruised lips
Hips
Everywhere and anywhere with skin attached
The sugary taste of your tongue lingering on my lips and the roof my mouth,
It felt perfect, I smiled,
Still laying in bed,
Naked underneath the sheets,
My love, my life made love to me last night,
My first time
With the man that makes my stomach do flips for,
My forever and ever,
Speaking of, obsessing over, where is he?
I open my eyes, never them to be the same again
The sheets on his side neat and untouched,
Like he was never there
Why why why is he not here?
Laying with me, instead long gone
My phone buzzed a picture
Steven clearly hooking up with someone else
Tears stream down as I read the message below
I curl in the ball as I attempt to stop the pain
After a while,
my heart suddenly stopped caring,
Stopped aching for love,
I cared more about my appearance for myself than others,
Stopped feeling after the shattering of my glass heart,
No longer fragile
Naïve
Or soft
My smiles cruel and fake
Fingers sharp and painted red for blood,
Now I am hard as the diamonds I wear
Once out of my slumber of pain,
I make a delicious plan,
Revenge is so sweet
Hate surged into my veins
Like hot molten lava running throughout my veins like a adrenaline rush
My eyes showed my inner thoughts
After my stupid mourning,
My tears dried up and wasted
For a piece of shit like him,
My heart cracked and pieces missing,
Misshaped and misplaced somewhere else in my body
Repaired itself from foolishly shattering for him
I don’t even think I have one anymore,
Picking up the shards of the broken glass heart,
One piece at a time,
Never always put back together like before again,
Always looked deformed,
A new calloused me,
I smiled, my red lipsticked lips curled evilly,
The plan in action.


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A Prostitute’s Love

Tastes like sugar as out tongues mingle
But now how bittersweet it tingles
Always the man that stood out in front of the blur behind
His face sculpted and clear behind my eyelids
Flowers blooming inside of me when we meet again
But now those flowers are no longer
Never to smell those sweet smells again
It’s rotted and decayed
Just like the last time we got laid
Sadly paid
You asked and I gave
I give
You take
Never to give more than you take
My bittersweet customer,
Trading sex for a chance at love
You hate that you love me
That I love you,
Even when your fists
And curses fall upon me
I still say ‘I love you’
I hide my skin from you
So I won’t shame you anymore than I have to
Not like I try
Once we come back from licking our wounds
All thoughts of hatred dissolve
Like sugar in hot tea
Fire and ice we melt together
Butter on a saucer
Combing and entwining in a sleazy hotel,
Out cries of despair in life subdued with our kisses
Touch,
Warmth,
Skin,
The answers to our questions weren’t answered
All that matters now is his skin
Rubbing against mine,
When you fly high
You always fall hard.

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Death At Your Heels

Roses bleed,
Old people die high
You’ll never run out time
And I’ll be there,
Waiting,
Biding my time,
To take what’s mine,
Making the decision for you
Will it be heaven or hell?
Deserve to fly high or crash below
Ground zero
Should you stay or shall you die?
You tell me
I shall leave you dying in my flying wake.
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THE BLOOD DRINKING DRAGON
Slumbering deep in my cave
My snores stopped short
My breathing sharper
Awakening from my long sleep,
Time went on without me,
I didn’t age,
I was oddly hungry
For a taste of blood,
You’re probably wondering why?
I eat little boys and girl and old woman that own cats at night,
Garlic doesn’t repel me,
Crosses hardly bother me,
But now it’s been a long while,
I planned for this for hundreds of years,
Where is my assistant?
She was to wait for me,
I will find another one.
My strength, my wealth will help,
I lick my bloodless lips,
Fangs pricking my lips
Longing for that delicious hot liquid to fall down my throat
To sate my thirst would mean to go out into the unknown.
How much has it changed?
Is there still women not allowed to show ankles and men that still can have more than one wife?
Where children have no education except in books and Bibles?
Arranged marriages, I’m sure those still exist
And wife’s still slaves to their husbands?
I wonder…
The boulder of the cover of my cave looked easy enough to push aside.
I hear voices in the distance, I lick my white lips
And cracked my neck
Dinner Time…
It hasn’t changed after all.

© HaydenG.