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UpsetFeeling of the hot tears
Fear has been shown again.
Heart ache comes back once again.
Lied to an mislead.
Yet again played the fool.
Used by a tool.
SufferBegging for death yet it never comes.
This is the price you pay for all the games you have played.
No matter how many pills you swallow.
No matter how deep you cut.
You will never escape.
Death will let you suffer for what you have done.
Due to your sins.
You will be forced to live on this hell hole called earth.
Deal with the "gift" called life.
You played with fire.
You fell into the black pit that you have dug.
Sorry to tell you...
But you have no one to blame put yourself.
Trust issusesTrusting is a big problem of mine.
I will admit this.
One of my biggest fears it to be played an used.
Another one of my fears...Is to be hurt again.
My heart can't take any more damage..
So please don't take advantage..
If I open up and let you in.
Please don't hurt me in the end..
I have trusted many others that have said that they "loved me" and "cared about me"
But clearly it was mostly lies in the end.
There are a few who still stick by my side.
Others have chosen to push me aside.
What one are you I wonder.
Will you push me aside...Or stay by my side?
Broken HeartThat moment of the close embrace.
Hearts being to race.
Smiles all on their face.
Then that question is asked..
All about the past..
The smile no longer lasts.
Felling as if her heart has shattered like glass.
Knowing what happened..
Just doesn't feel right.
No longer does she hold tight.
Tears are hidden behind and angry stare.
It bothers her to know she is not his only one...
It kills her inside..
That close feeling has seemed to die.
The high..It all started with that one pill..
Just that one pill..
It was years ago.
First time she picked up that white pill..
She knew only what the others had told her.
Sure it made you feel good for a small amount of time.
But they never told her eventually she would lose her mind.
Craving for that one high.
Soon she found her self doing anything to get a hold of that damn high.
Breaking windows, busted up cars and even made drug runs..
How could she let her life go so wrong so quick.
Only white girl in a all black neighborhood.
Still too young to ever relies what she was doing.
Only caring about that high.
She let her life past by.
All for that high..
The HeartAs time ticks on.
The heart heals an the anger fades.
But there are the scars of hurt that still remain.
Time can't heal all scars.
They are there for you to remember
not to let your self be hurt by the same thing again.
But even though the heart is scared.
It still allow a few others in.
Thinking it will be different.
True friendship and love is what the heart seeks.
At times true friends can be found.
Other times only let downs.
But keep searching and true friendship an love can be found.
Not everything is a let down.
I wish youI wish you an eye to see the wonders,
A listening ear to understand the word.
I wish you courage to speak your mind,
The resolution to suffer without complaining.
I wish you to have an eye for a sad heart,
The desire to soothe the other’s pain.
I wish you the light that illuminates your life,
The friend who follows you until the end of the world.
I wish you thoughts that make you feel happy,
The perseverance to swim against the current.
I wish you the insight not to pick a fight,
The wisdom to laugh also about yourself.
I wish you the patience to understand the pain,
Steadiness not to doubt in yourself.
I wish you the greatness to forgive the enemy,
The power to raise your voice against injustice.
I wish you a heart that beats only for you,
The helper that voluntarily carries your burden.
I wish you the courage to keep your word,
The strength to avoid trouble and disputes.
I wish you the joy of benevolent giving,
At all times the question for the purpose of life.
I wish you alway
Lost ReligionI once loved a man that I had never met
Was told to fear a man I never knew.
A man who thoughts exceeded mines
Whose judgment was always true
An idea of conformity; no room for thought
All good soldiers fall in line
Unquestioning devotion to this perfect being
But all tales of perfection has its cracks
Cracks for which the truth shines through
This man was not perfect, not in the slightest
Bigotry, misogyny, and homophobia
The very essence of hatred
How could truth be so crooked?
Love be so blackened?
On the contrary, this man was flawed
So, he cannot tell us how to live
He cannot tell us how to love
Truth is, he was never better than us
Because he was always one of us
The Angel who can't flyShe doesn't know how to live
without the constant fight to keep her head over water
The struggle is her Safeheaven
An Eden which
her fragile feet.
She can't touch without scarring
Still she yearns for a place to belong
an Utopia for angels
But her wings are to heavy to fly
when she spreads them she can
Passing of the AngelsEverything remembered was fuel for the sparkling machine,
like the boy whose hand he held underneath the sky of India.
His pudgy grasp promised great cities, country lanes
and crowds of smiling faces.
Cupping the flower of the world inside his palm,
he breathed whispers of plans and hopes—
when the boy became a man, he made them all come true.
Ten thousand miles of ground passed under a mentor’s feet;
no dogma or ideology ever took the place of simple words:
I’ll take another step.”
There was an old river-man who had one wish:
“Please come ride my boat with me.”
So they sailed down the Minakami,
eating flavored rice balls the old man’s wife had made.
Prayer is not for asking, but for telling:
You say, “By God, there is no other option.”
The gears of the Earth move when such a sound is made.
And the machine we ride isn’t cold or hard or mindless;
it’s made of Christmas Eve and Halloween candy
and little Gold
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
MultiverseClinging desperately to reality the unknowable knows the gravity of what we do not see or perceive in this infinite sea of possibilities. Still grasping firm to discern as it yearns to learn to return to a time or place before being concerned with how to be reborn into a world it knows and is confirmed in and known in in turn. Entangled between fabrics of temporal mathematics and dogmatic moral fanatics in choral their horrible quarrel systematic in nature to cater their material god trapped static by a celestial equator in the erratic pre-protohistory of the arterial abroad of existence if not a mystery much greater, a fraud.
Only Within OurselvesIs it courage in the face of fear
Or fear in the face of courage
That compels men to desperate acts
Of self-serving ignorance
A means to an end
To fix the things that seem so incomplete
Until they are completely broken
To find answers to the questions
That stand unanswered and unknown
So that the mystery of life may remain
In the shadow of humanty's soul
Written on the hearts and minds
Of those who seek the secrets of heaven and earth
To avoid the fires of hell
As if the meaning of life could be
Written in a book
Painted on a canvas
Performed on a stage
Sung in a song
Or bought in a store
Only within ourselves can we find ourselves
That is why when all other questions fade away
There is one that never loses its taste
When time becomes irrelevent
And all that's left is dust
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Im a cirrus cloudThere are many clouds that live up in the sky
the most familiar ones are the puffy and stormy clouds
mostly everyone knows what they mean
since the clouds like to show their personality
i think people are like clouds
sometimes on how they act match a certain type of cloud
i got some cumulus and others as well
im not sure what i really am but i took a guess
im a cirrus cloud
that lives high up in the sky
small and not very seen
but they say they look kinda pretty
they look very nice up there
however told that snow might come down along the way
that could be me, if you mess with me ill whip up a snowstorm
but that is quite rare, since im not seen much
because so, ill just stay above there
and look around other people's clouds
maybe ill be seen by some people
and make some fellow clouds along the way
My thoughtsWho are you to judge someones religion, There sexuality an what they like?
Are you so unhappy with your own life that you feel the need to make someone miserable?
People like you make me sick, So cruel to the ones who have done nothing to you.
People like you do not need to be bothered with.
I feel that everyone has the right to love.
No matter what gender, The right to believe no matter what that may be an the right to enjoy things.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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