Thank you Seena and Flame1cutie!

Good poem. When you bond to your wounds the wounds take precedence over everything else in your life. Sad but so.

I like your use of language, metaphor and sound.

Without death to self, there can be no rebirth. This doesn't even have to have a religious connotation. Nicely done.

MirrorMirror and mteagle,... Thank you, both!

Like a spider in her web, I've been waiting for you.
My hope's surely at an ebb. I'm stuck in time, it's true.
All these heart strings that hold me, make me relive my past.
Step lightly on the moments. The years go by so fast.

How can I believe there's someone for me, here or there,
When all I've known is a distant man, who didn't care?
I blame me for loving blindly and for hanging in,
Until I was so entangled that I couldn't win.

So, I sit here waiting and listening... to faint hope.
Give me something to dream on but not a hanging rope.
I can love a second time and want to do this well.
Being alone forever sounds like a living hell.

Might be a song, albeit a sad one.

You have a gift. Continue writing. And continue sharing. :)

They are posted but are never online, Muldune.

Thank you. I believe it is on. If you send an IM to someone who is online, then they must get a notice, yes? If they are not online, is there an offline message sent?

I've been here a little while. Does the instant messenger program work? I'd just like to talk with someone.
Well, just wondering.

That's pretty gritty writing. At least pain can inspire art.

How about:
You read of me on the dating site.
You thought I'm what you're after.
But I don't think I'll find love tonight.
I'll just settle for laughter.

Still sucks, but I like it more.
Thank you, all, for contributions.

Thanks, guys and gals. I wrote that quickly for Yahoo Answers.

There is more to life than this.
I don't owe you an explanation.
I long for a tender kiss.
I need no more alienation.
I have had enough of this.
Been used and abused by a master.
Sure you can promise me bliss.
But all I can see is disaster.
You read of me on the dating site.
And you thought that you could use me.
But I don't think I'll find love tonight.
I think I'll wait till next Tuesday.

Got any ideas?

Crybaby, crybaby what do you bemoan?
That your midriff is flabby and without tone?
That your hair is graying even as we speak?
Or that the world of romance is beyond bleak?
Why not look at it this way, my dear old friend?
There's never any good in bucking a trend.

Burp! Excuse me!

Over 1 year ago, I met a man who stated, with a straight face, that I was, ..."too bouncy and violent for him." Direct quote and I still don't know what he meant.

A or E, then D. If no No D inside of 30 minutes, then C.

Beavercreek