HaloDestroyer

Get him alone, and tell him how you feel... Ask him how he feels about you... Go from there? XxX xXx

I was TRYING to avoid the word rape... But, however, Angelus is right... This is the kind of situation that starts out lightly, and all ends in tears... Do something quick. *Note* If she lives down near me, I can try and get hold of her for you? If you can't contact her. PM me. Ben. XxX xXx

Another night of pure hell... Parents on at me about this and that, college and responsibility... I can't take it.... I need to find some way of release... So... I took a razor, and I slit my wrists... There was so much blood... I had trouble breathing for a while, and then it was fine.... I used to cut, but this is the first time in a year I've touched a bare blade... Why am I doing this to myself? Why does it feel right? XxX xXx

Well the most obvious thing is, she's trying to either make you jealous, or actually trying to usurp your boyfriend. However, as you've assured us that the latter is untrue, that just leaves her trying to make you jealous. Tell me, does she have a boyfriend? I ask this, because it may be a problem linked to her being single, and everyone else having a partner. If this is the case, you are right in having no fear of her taking your boyfriend. This is her sub-consciously attacking you directly. If this is the case, the only cure is either finding her a partner, or talking to her about it.... Again and again, until she admits it! If this isn't the case, it may just be 'in her nature' to take this attitude towards the opposite sex. Again, just have a serious, down-to-earth talk with her. Until she subsides. Or finds a partner. XxX xXx

Where in the U.K? I'm down South, in Brighton. You're both still in school.... Has she said anything else about this gang-leader....... Something to make you wonder if there's anything else going on? XxX xXx

I think what you really need to do first, my friend, is look deep inside yourself, and ask.... Do I really just want to 'forget her and move on'? In short; Yes, you should apologise. Yes, you should keep in contact, preferably by phone, but if not, by E-mail. And yes, you should try to patch this up. It sounds to me like you don't want this relationship to end... If you don't, the only way to get her back is to slowly build her trust in you, from square one. XxX xXx

This is a really difficult situation... It also sounds to be quite delicate... The thing is, I live in the U.K. I assume you're talking about the U.S.A., and so I'm not sure of the mechanics over there, but over here, the mentality of the type of person you described, this 'gang leader', is such that if you don't act quickly and decisively, something bad could well happen. In my opinion, the first thing you should try and do is get your g/f to tell someone that she's being harassed. If that's no dice, you'll have to tell someone for her... It'll be worth her being mad at you for a week, to stop something potentially terrible happening. XxX xXx

OH.....MY.......GOD!!! ¬_¬;; I love this. More, need more!!! MORE!!! *^_^* This is my new favourite poem.... Keep up the good work J! XxX-Ben-xXx

If you felt any need to ask this question to yourself - and to us - then you can be sure the answer is a resounding YES! YOU ARE CHEATING! Come clean now, and this whole thing still has a chance of ending peacefully... XxX-Ben-xXx

Hey! I can really 'feel' this poem... The emotions drip from the screen, and seep into my soul... It's a rich, well-balanced poem. The only thing I can think of that I don't like about it is the rhyme scheme. But, that's a personal thing. Overall, this is a shining example of emotional poetry! XxX-Ben-xXx

Hi! This is a beautiful poem, no doubt about that. Take Hubman's advice. There's a site called Dogma Publications out there, who produce works from people like us. They don't pay, but they sure get your name known. I got Haiku published recently..... XxX-Ben-xXx

Nice language here. Again, this sounds like a song! It almost has a beat to it! Nice work BG! XxX-Ben-xXx

I really enjoyed this one (yeah, I know, depraved huh?), keep up the good work! Why does it only seem to be us 3 posting on the 'Poetry' forums? I think you could turn this poem into a pretty good song, actually! XxX-Ben-xXx

It is an addiction. The worst kind. It slowly, but surely, twists and poisons your mind, degrading all you love, and turning your emotions to ash. Today, I was driving past the train station. (Lancing, West Sussex, U.K.) A man skipped the barriers, and stepped infront of a fast-moving train. I saw his face as it hit him. He was smiling. I will never forget that face as long as I live. I would start another topic, but I have got a post going already. I went home, and laughed. Then cried. Then got out my knife. Help me. XxX-Ben-xXx

Whatever you do, Chris, you can't allow the situation to progress along the same course. You have to be strong, VERY strong in a situation like this. Believe in yourself, and if it suits you, Christ, and you can pull through. What you need to do is phone one of those child advice lines. I live in the U.K.; over here they call it 'ChildLine', but I'm not sure what you have over there. They're usually free, and can really point you in the right direction. They're also anonymous, and this can help greatly. I hope you can straighten this all out for yourself. I did have a similar problem when I was your age. I'm 16, 17 in August, but at 14 it looked as if I had come from a broken home. I didn't have a bad life, but sometimes the stress was too much for my parents, and they'd try taking it out on me. I'm slightly on the short side, but built like a brick **** house, and I myself was turned into a very violent person. Up until I called 'ChildLine', I would regularly get hit in the face by my parents, but would strike back with equal force. I know not many people in our position could actually do that, so I guess I was lucky. 'ChildLine' helped me sort things out, and put me in touch with the right people. All free of charge. An immeadiate cure would be to turn to Bushido; The Way Of The Warrior. A line, taken from the Samurai Creed, states the following; I Have No Castle; Fudoshin Is My Castle. 'Fudoshin' is Japanese for Immovable Mind. Strength of mind, while I tapped it from following the Samurai Creed, can be gained in your position from the life of Christ. It will be your greatest ally in the defeat of your problem. XxX-Ben-xXx

Heya guys, I've recently had Haiku published, but I much prefer the following works of mine. Could you let me know what you think? XxX-Ben-xXx ******** UNTITLED You hear the glasses being filled, You smell the spilt wine, and the cheap perfumes, You care not, for they will all be vanquished, The sound of plates clinking, The sounds of stainless steel on china just serves to stoke the furnace of your rage, Rather than help those. . . creatures in there announce their nobility, and wealth, They, in their dinner dress and tight-fitting gowns, You, clad in black, a soldier of unknown rank or cause, As she enters the bathroom, you see the eternity of surprise in her eyes, Your blade flashes, toted inexorably, She falls to the ground, You add another mark to your tally, Titled 'those cleansed', The sounds of glass breaking, It is time. The gunmetal feels pleasurably cold in your hands, Its weight reasssuring, It is a guarantee, You will serve your faith well, The first shot is fired, The bullet leaves the barrel, Flying straight and true, Ploughing through flesh and splintering bone alike, The flare from the gun is a celebratory firework to you, The show must go on, Bullets fly, Arcing through the air like the arrows of old, You hit your mark, Thousands of years of oppression and hatred are released in these first few seconds, Images of ancestors long-gone flash thorugh your mind, The loudest sound you have ever heard issues forth from your weapon, A dry, 'clack', The time barrier that was in operation is shattered, Your blade carries on, glinting in the light of the chandeliers, Overturned tables, broken plates and glass, The dead and dying, some crying softly, yet, some lie still, in pools of their own blood, Another falls before you, but you do not relent, Emotion left your soul a long time ago. You operate as a machine, your slaughter is but an art, appreciated back where you grew up, Death and destruction a way of life there, You catch a movement in the corner of your eye, He crawls to the door, A gaping hole in one leg, You feel no pity as you drive the blade through his skull, Only relief, and satisfaction, May their god have mercy on thier souls, For, you know your god will be pleased with you, You have purged the unfaithful, As you turn to leave, you stoop to take something from the floor, a memento, Proof. As you turn the ignition in your car, You feel a sharp pang, It was there, and now it's gone, The engagement ring hits the dashboard of your brand-new, expensive car, You're as bad as them really. UNTITLED II The raw thunder of shells impacting, The sustained drone of machinegun fire, You duck back into hiding, as the man beside you is hit with a spray of shrapnel, Blood covers every surface, a red mist hovering just above the battlefield, They, fearless, relentless in advance, You, exhausted, dirty, scared, You raise your weapon again, and fire it, Futile. They charge, screaming their battlecries, You see the pure, bezerker rage in his eyes as he raises his rifle, The adreneline reserve you had is spent, Mustering the strength takes eons, an eternity, Time slows, the horrifying sights found accross the battleground fill your vision, All compacting, into your own personal hell, Batting his gun aside with your bayonet, you stab, twist, and pull, You can't afford to waste the strength needed to pull the knife free, You take one from one of the corpses littering the floor. You stand alone, atop a mountain of skulls, A weapon in each hand, you blaze away at the enemy, Not a worry, not a care, the enemy falls before you, The rest of the squad are dead, or in retreat, but you stand firm, You were a soldier, now you're a hero, A veteran. Reality beckons once more, with its taloned claw, You're still crouching in that same foxhole, You make the sign of the cross, The hole is filled with a mixture of rainwater, shrapnel, and blood, They are coming, you can hear them, Softly they tread, can they smell your fear? This is it, the final push, Your rifle feels heavy with the bayonet on the end, Your muscles weaken by the second, You feel your life-force slipping away, inch by inch, If you're going to do it, do it quick, Again, you kiss the piece of metal hanging from a chain around your neck, You fly, on divine wings, A cloud of air under your feet, You havnt touched the ground, The scenery flies past you as a blur, The recoil as your weapon barks, Your eyes sharpened, you see each bullet fly, and land admist the teeming bodies, Some fall, others duck, You can feel their burning hatred, You see a foxhole occupated by a lone foe, You change your angle of charge, You go in for the kill. He looks exhausted, dirty, scared, He barely gathers the strength to slay another of your company, He lets the blade drop with the body, You reach the hole, You slow, and come to a halt, The realisation hitting you much harder than any bullet or shell ever could, He looks up at you, his dull, lifeless eyes, fear and helplessness evident, You stand there, unsure, unwilling, You pull the trigger anyway. UNTITLED III You hang there, each breath you take lashing the inside of your lungs, burning your throat, The chains binding your hands cut into your wrists, as they hang you from the wall of the chamber, The wall, damp and cool, your only mercy, The air, hot and humid, the acrid stench of stale sweat adding to the inferno in your head, He looms closer. All you see are his eyes, Your own blood starts to flood your lungs, as he beats you, yet again, You start to laugh, your cracked, dry voice echoing around the cavernous room, Invading the heads of the others hung there. He can't hurt you where you're going, He realises your escape is inevitable, and his flurry of blows worsens, getting harder and faster, Your muscles relax, Your head droops, Blackness. You are free. The others murmur between them, About the lucky one who died, For the worst is yet to come. ******** Could somebody please reply; your favourite, pointers, and general critique are greatly appreciated! Ben.

What are you, a part of a business deal? Is that even legal over there? This is a load of bullsh*t, if your family won't listen, and can't understand how you feel, fuc* em! Divorce this Bastar*, and follow your heart! In the words of General McArthur in at the battle of Ardennes, in WW2; NUTS!

Thanx guys, it's good to know that there are at least three people out there who care about me! I think i'm gonna break if i dont see her soon, but thats the way it goes. I really feel like one night, i'm gonna get real wasted and do something i'll really regret. . . .

I have just broken up from school for good, going back in a few weeks to do my GCSE's. There was this girl, she was. . . . there are no words for what she was. She meant everything to me, but i couldnt even go near her! My knees shook when i was around her, and once when she said 'Hi' to me, i blacked out. I'm not sure what she thinks of me, got her E-mail address from a friend, but i don't think she has checked her E-mails, because she hasnt replied yet. Trouble is, she is not a shallow girl, and i know that she would still talk to me, even if i was the biggest loser on the earth, because she was amazing! I couldnt even talk to her, and i feel helpless, because i probably will never see her again. I'm going to a different college than her. It feels like a large portion of my heart has walked out of my life with her. I am thinking of really bad stuff, even suicide, i swear she is gonna be the death of me. . . . I just need to know how she feels, but she aint replyin' to my E-mails! Help me! I took an overdose of paracetamol, after getting drunk, and very nearly killed myself over her, and i don't think she even heard about it. . . .

OK, so, there's this girl, i'm not gonna mention her name. I'm crazy about her, but i know it probably wouldn't work out, because at the end of school we are going to different colleges (although they're only 1 minute away from each other, all you do is walk accross a field!). I am really head over heels in love, and, i'm not sure if she is interested. We're forming a band, and she plays bass. She has offered more than once to play for us, but we havn't really got going yet, as we need a drummer. I gave her a single rose on Valentines day, she hugged me, and said she was touched. She cried in one of my classes, so, later that evening, i called her up, and asked her if she was OK. She said it was really sweet. Is she just fobbing me off, or could she be really interested? We have a different set of friends, but i really need her. She is unique, and unlike any other girl i have ever known. I don't want her going out with me on the sympathy vote, i need to know if she really likes me. I can see myself living with someone like that for the rest of my life. Also, when i got drunk one night, me and a friend called her, and her dad picked up. I told him to tell her that i loved her (i think!), and he said he would. The funny thing is, i thought she would be the kind of girl to talk things over, but she didn't even approach me. I feel i may do something really stupid if she just rejects me, or gives me the 'We can still be friends' crap. . . . .