She will come to you, long tipped fingers,
curved, blood red insincere smiles,
eyes empty, dead cold, this predator,
unthinking, unfeeling, a terrorizing,
frenzied killing machine,
mindlessly snapping at your life,
teeth razor sharp, oozing pus thick foul charm,
her deceitful attempts to woo you, pull you in,
her silver serpent tongue hissing
insidiously into your ears,
slyly planting seeds of trust,
into a mind welcoming, unsuspecting~
Utilizing her credit card credibility, She reels you in,
methodically dissecting you from the inside out,
taking note of all you are, all She will never be,
You must deny her…

She’s a veritable vacuum; sucking you dry,
Mimicking you, your words, your loves,
Your effortless charms, in her attempt to find
the answer; who are you?
Why are you loved and She is not?
She will never know~
When She is flooded with realization,
with epiphany, that She will never possess you,
will never steal your humanity, your core;
when She knows with certainty,
She will never pierce the mysteries of you,
brightly trickling music, silver mercury joy,
She will strike! Her vicious hate filled talons out,
aimed at and shredding your flesh~
You must deny her!

For She will bleed you, use mass confusion in her attempt
to destroy all you hold close; your loves,
your sweet dreams, the very essence of you~
When She has fed from you,
suckled your very life blood, bled you near death,
and still never touched your core, your vivid white light,
when her vacuous stare glazes in discontented bloated blood lust,
She will ignite sorrows, pains, shatter your trust,
lay her dark cloud over your dream filled tomorrows~
Like her sister, the black widow spider,
She cannot let you survive;
once she’s ripped from you what she will,
She devours, deadly insect like,
but you, author of your destiny,
word armored songstress,
titanium willed dancer,
will deny her~

In your struggle for survival of the fittest,
your righteous wrath,
defending as She, desperation driven,
attempts to strip your soul~
You triumphant one, will prevail;
you will dance your dance of victory,
you will sing your song yet another day, when
She is Denied.
Copywrited © awh july 2007

this one is cool

We're all denied on some point in our lives, a beauty of acceptance wiz, nice wording

WOW
That is soo Kool Wiz...

"this one is cool"

You mean you didnt' like my others????

We're all denied on some point in our lives, a beauty of acceptance wiz, nice wording

True Frank...but THIS person I wrote about NEEDS to be denied..she's a soul sucker...

Thank you Sweet!!!!

Your welcome girl...You weren't talkin about me here were ya? You been talkin to my ex??? LOL! (I am so totally kidding!)

Keep those words flowing from your mind to paper, (or keyboard)

Oh hell yeah Sweet...I'd die if I had to use pencil!! Eeek!!!

(lazy wench...lol)

Me too...lol!

((((( Ms Wiz ))))))

there is no end of needs, regardless whatever you named it, but there is something, we can develop in ourselves and that is my dear wiz, 'CONTENTION.' It is not easy, but also not difficult, as we grow other traits during the different phases of our life.

AND

HBK, Get some advice from wiz for you

very nice