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Ingrid Ohls Apr 2013
You were once one of the first female supreme court judges.
An engineer, professor,  politician.
You were a loving mother,
The perfect husband.
Life can be cruel though.
Time has stolen your individuality.
I watch as your wife leads your hand down the hall.
To your room,  you remain suprised everytime.
The pain, in your families eyes,
Camoflauged with a smile.
As you introduce yourself as if you have never met.

You ask me where you are,
Why you're here.
I'll tell you, but you never believe me.
I try to explain over and over,
The shock is new everytime.

I take care of you,
I try to help you through this chapter of your life.
By the time I meet you,
You are not who you were.
Your mind is lost in time and my face is always new.

Looking at your pictures I try to see how you were.
Try to imagine the strength,  the youthfulness.
I try to make you feel as whole as a stranger can.
I am here with you day after day.
Over time you become like family to me.

The disease has taken you,
I wish I could change all that.
But instead I'll just sit here,
Listen to your story of strung up words that make no sense.
I'll smile when you do
Look sympathetic when I need to.

You are a human being with the strength of a hundred men.
You have had the diagnosis told to you.
You were so aware of what you would become.
I am here to help you
I respect who you were, and who you are.
I try to make your last days a little better, easier.
I'm your nurse.
I hope I can help.
Even if it is just for a moment.
I hope you know,
What an amazing soul still resides in you.

I wish you freedom, memories and peace when it's your turn to go.
And I welcome who takes your place.
Never forgetting your individuality.
MicMag Aug 2018
if i write a million billion zillion words a day
will some sound nice?
will they work out right?
will my mind create a masterpiece some night?

or will brilliance elude me
like camoflauged prey?
can greatness be chanced upon
or do i have to beg for it?
do i have to pray?

can statistical likelihood produce
from sheer quantitative mass
some lyrical combination
to surpass mere mediocrity
rise straight to first class?

or do i gotta go back and ask
the teachers and mentors
i left in the past?

i took off too fast
ignored their words and advice
bout how to think
how to write
how to talk
how to act
how to not be enticed
by distractions in life

how to not roll the dice
when the odds are too stacked
how to work **** hard
to stay on track
how to make smart goals
if you're itching to rise
by hitchin your ride
to the business of guys
and girls with vision

that's what i was taught
what i heard
what i learned
what i forgot (then recalled)
what i once spurned
to spark my downfall

but i have returned
and rediscovered myself
remembered the others
who raised me
who made me
my parents
my brothers
all those who inspired
all those who required
daily sacrifice

to feed the fire
to push me higher
to bring on success
to make me my best
which proves to the rest
if you don't perspire
chance don't mean ****

now we gotta admit
we all need an assist
but if you want greatness
you gotta work for it
Opportunity + Assistance + Hard Work
=
Success
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2022
I know we will end up getting hurt
Every memory cuts right through
Passing time as we grow and change
The memories never do

To hold the fleeting happiness
Together once shared
Had to capture past with photographs
Smiles we no longer wear

Instead are small
Sorrowful
Strained
Matching the sadness in pained eyes
Say we can retreive love lost
Telling ourselves lies

Sometimes have this look about you
Current of convincing energy
Against all sense and reason struggle
Trick my heart back into loyalty

Head above devoted delusions
Waiting for the rest of myself
My body's still stuck at rock bottom
After years of your loosely veiled hell

Love is the true Eldorado
Is a cruel mirage
Paradise we're not meant to find
Love is just pain camoflauged
Love is pain
Lindsey McCarty Jun 2010
I try and keep it camoflauged
So no one else becomes alarmed
Since I keep it shadowed so well
Twice as badly I get harmed

Attmpts at doing away with this pain
To start off A new day fresh
But all I can see are these echoed memories
That keep on burning through my flesh

Screaming out, I'm on my knees
Alone with nobody to catch my fall
Keep getting shoved down further
To save my breath, I start to crawl

Spasms burst straight through my chest
My torso sinks to the tile floor
Right when I thnk it finally has ended
It's round two and round three, leaving me bruised up and soar

Clueless, I am dying
With not one person to lend me a hand
Way too weak to move a muscle
Feeling as if I never will stand

As depression explores the rest of myself
Spreading through like a fatal disease
I relentlessly let it **** me
The pain in my heart is finally at ease
Inspired By Nathan Heinz
As I sit alone the darkness my home
Blankets my eyes my thoughts to roam
Out of my control
Leaves me feeling my soul has broken
And can never be full, can never be whole
Like it once was before the drugs
Before the need to fill a void
That wasn't their to start
The hole created by the devil himself
Camoflauged as a cure for the heart
But it only ripped me apart
To put me back together
I'd rather die then play your games
Under the shadows I awake
To prove you were always fake
A virus born to destroy
The life of a helpless young boy
Who only saw with blankets as blinders
Got tricked and picked the life
The devil cut into stone with his own knife
To heal to feel to live to be without catastrophe
As I sit alone the darkness my home
Blankets my eyes my thoughts to roam
Out of my control
Under the shadows I awake
From a boy to a man
Under the shadows I awake
I hate ****
Tyler  Aug 2022
hallucination
Tyler Aug 2022
these spiders in the rafters
don't weave webs,
they just stare with
all 8 legs and 53 eyes.
hark they marking their prey from
high above.
they want me to
save myself by wandering my eyes up
to them camoflauged in the architecture and
play in their mirage of angels that
give like gargoyles.
well, I wonder if they feel the spit
as it lands on the concrete at
my feet.
or miss the kiss of sanctity's sweet.

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