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33/M/Here in the Now
Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain living a life with nothing to gain. Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame. Do you know of a place unseen, a place that holds only shattered dreams. A place filled with sorrow with no end sight, I am given this gift each night. Do you know of place so cold, this is the place I call my soul. A place without hope of comforting dreams, a life not worth living it would seem. Do you know of a life, that should have never been, and the feeling that today, this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bare, I am tired of living a life of heart ache and despair. Do you know a person with so much pain inside, or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries. Maybe when the tears are gone, and I can clearly see, the only question left will be. .do you know me?
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
I know, but do you?
You never were the cosmic universe You never were the warmth of the sun You were not even its reflection as the moon However, you were every blade of grass And could have been every crashing wave Or each ripple of the pond But You Were the restless soul Structured in appearance yet Roaming with a formless mind But You Were the sleeping life Surrounded by love yet Suffocated by loneliness
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
Message to the Absence of Your Body
Change in my pocket, but no charge in the socket. That’s where I use to be.                                               Heavily                                                               lost in a world that wasn’t mine. Committing sin and crime, more than this poems rhyme. Never did I wish to be                                         minus 6 feet in pine. At least,           that’s the lie I’ll stick by. Hurt every morning. Every night I then cry.                                                                                  Yet, back at it again in the AM. Liquor was certainly quicker and I never                                                               lost                                                               my                                                               buzz, but thank Godness it was, because much longer and I would’ve lost my cause. It was more than shaking paws. I was a slave.           And, alcohol was my master. Physically, I always drank faster. Mentally, there was too much cluster                      of self-pity and self-inflicted misery. Spiritually………………………………….sick. I far surpassed being a **** Pushed away even the biggest ***** Sure. Funny now,                        but then. No then.                                                         On the binge, waking up smelling                                                         of Monarch in the park.                                   Just the thought makes me cringe. I             Never                         Hit                                            bottom.                                                      I went through it. You name it, I’ve done it.                                 Peed my pants in a jail pit.                                                      Sick.                                 Struck my bestfriend with my mit.                                                       Sick.                                 Cheated, lied, and stole way more than a little bit.                                                       Sick.                                 Treated girls by the ease of their ****                                                        Sick. Yet. Yet.. Yet… Not once, did I think to quit. Nor, did I think I was fit                                             to be a respectable man. But, this life? This current life, was not my plan.                         This. This is someone else’s hand.                         This is metanoia.                                                              With it,                                                                        no more paranoia. No longer am I better or worse than. Today, I just am. I have a god I understand. I’ve made amends to the fam. I’ve seen my brother’s band. I don’t isolate like a clam. I’ve passed my graduate exam. I fall asleep without spinning like a fan. And, this story,                              I promise                                          is no scam. ♫♪I believe in miracles♫♪,                     because,               I’m a **** thing. A girl even accepted my ring, And I’ll admit, I’m not perfect. And as you heard, I can’t sing. But today, I do the next right thing.            I            try            to help others                                    learn to be brothers,                                               respect people of all colors,                                                           and to tolerate (yes! tolerate)                                                                                      even their mothers. My life is second to none, I finally found fun, and by grace hopefully, I’m not done. My acceptance is high and my expectations low. Today, I even try not to steal the show. But,         with this flow I think I’ve found my cause and that’s to hear your applause.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
Metanoia
Change in my pocket, but no charge in the socket. That’s where I use to be.                                               Heavily                                                               lost in a world that wasn’t mine. Committing sin and crime, more than this poems rhyme. Never did I wish to be                                         minus 6 feet in pine. At least,           that’s the lie I’ll stick by. Hurt every morning. Every night I then cry.                                                                                  Yet, back at it again in the AM. Liquor was certainly quicker and I never                                                               lost                                                               my                                                               buzz, but thank Godness it was, because much longer and I would’ve lost my cause. It was more than shaking paws. I was a slave.           And, alcohol was my master. Physically, I always drank faster. Mentally, there was too much cluster                      of self-pity and self-inflicted misery. Spiritually………………………………….sick. I far surpassed being a **** Pushed away even the biggest ***** Sure. Funny now,                        but then. No then.                                                         On the binge, waking up smelling                                                         of Monarch in the park.                                   Just the thought makes me cringe. I             Never                         Hit                                            bottom.                                                      I went through it. You name it, I’ve done it.                                 Peed my pants in a jail pit.                                                      Sick.                                 Struck my bestfriend with my mit.                                                       Sick.                                 Cheated, lied, and stole way more than a little bit.                                                       Sick.                                 Treated girls by the ease of their ****                                                        Sick. Yet. Yet.. Yet… Not once, did I think to quit. Nor, did I think I was fit                                             to be a respectable man. But, this life? This current life, was not my plan.                         This. This is someone else’s hand.                         This is metanoia.                                                              With it,                                                                        no more paranoia. No longer am I better or worse than. Today, I just am. I have a god I understand. I’ve made amends to the fam. I’ve seen my brother’s band. I don’t isolate like a clam. I’ve passed my graduate exam. I fall asleep without spinning like a fan. And, this story,                              I promise                                          is no scam. ♫♪I believe in miracles♫♪,                     because,               I’m a **** thing. A girl even accepted my ring, And I’ll admit, I’m not perfect. And as you heard, I can’t sing. But today, I do the next right thing.            I            try            to help others                                    learn to be brothers,                                               respect people of all colors,                                                           and to tolerate (yes! tolerate)                                                                                      even their mothers. My life is second to none, I finally found fun, and by grace hopefully, I’m not done. My acceptance is high and my expectations low. Today, I even try not to steal the show. But,         with this flow I think I’ve found my cause and that’s to hear your applause.
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Well, we only lost one But it was a rock star we only lost one But she was a soccer player we only lost one But he was a philanthropist we only lost one But she was a podiatrist we only lost one But he was a good dad we only lost one But she drove us all mad Well, we only lost one But it should’ve been our first one As the days go by No matter how hard we cry Nor times we ask why We will never know Well, we only lost one And we missed all the toys we only lost one And we missed all the stories we only lost one And we missed all the scrapes we only lost one And we missed finger smashed grapes we only lost one And we missed all the laughs we only lost one And we missed all the baths Well, we only lost one And we will try for another one As the days go by No matter how hard we cry Nor times we ask why We will never know Well, we only lost one So my heart severely aches we only lost one So tears puddle like lakes we only lost one So this emptiness is real we only lost one So things seem so unclear we only lost one So why does it feel like more? we only lost one So to the sky I roar Well, we only lost one So we hope to meet the next one As the days go by No matter how hard we cry Nor times we ask why We will never know
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Only One