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 Mar 2017 Diana
Scarlet Rose
Everything I do
Everything I say
Everything I think
Is just a motion.

What is the point?
What is the purpose?

I used to get excited
I used to be sad
I used to enjoy life
But now I am numb
There is no feeling

I scream in frustration
I do not understand!
What has changed?


My life is the same as ever it has been
It is only my view that has changed
And now I wonder
What is the point

What is the point of getting up
What is the point of working hard
What is the point of eating
Or sleeping or talking
What is the point of fighting the monsters
When they always come back

What is the point of my life?
Can someone please tell me my purpose?
Can someone give me a reason to keep going?


I do not want to die.
I want to live again.
Would someone please tell me how?
 Feb 2017 Diana
Gidgette
I saw a Stone Lady looking my way
With her eternal grey eyes
She held a stone water jug
She was staring intensly at me,
So I asked,
Stone Lady, what hidest thou in thine  unblinking stare?
To my utter amazement,
She replied,
Eternity,
You temporary thing.
 Feb 2017 Diana
Stewart barns
Inside
 Feb 2017 Diana
Stewart barns
Locked away all you see is four walls
A locked door,
Laying down wishing you was home
Phone calls, but no ones ever home
Try again tomorrow
Mail seems never to appear
They said they wrote you
But it never made it here
They threw away the key but
Couldn't take my mind
So every other night
I let my thoughts roam
I let my hands write
Let my soul rest
While I watch the time fly
 Feb 2017 Diana
honeybee
new day
new page,
fill in with color

make myself
a masterpiece

museums full
of pieces like me,
i'm trying to find
some originality

but there's
nothing
new
under the sun

perhaps in another universe
i'd be unique
those new eyes would
find something beautiful
in me
will i ever leave an impact?
 Jan 2017 Diana
Steph Dionisio
Her lips try not to utter a single word about you,
and her heart is restraining from letting you feel it.
So she hides your name in every poem she makes;
where there is freedom to say that–
your smile gives her warm,
the look in your eyes is her weakness,
your touch leaves verses,
and your presence is an embrace.
You are the beautiful idea of her poetry–
the reason behind her glee.

*-Steph Dionisio, January 11, 2017
 Jan 2017 Diana
ilina286
Untitled
 Jan 2017 Diana
ilina286
Forgotten
By the ones
I remember the most
 Dec 2016 Diana
lynn karen
Twas the month of December
When Humans went mad
To the shops they all bustle
Armed with their bags
Not a hush nor a whisper
As they head for the stores
Tongues simply snarling
With words which aren't pure!

Watched from the Heavens
The Saints scratch their heads
On Earth it’s the season
For joy so it said!
Instead they go shopping
To push and to shove
Then they send Christmas cards
To their neighbours with love?

They were dumbfounded
By the Humans display
All the commotion
For this great blessed day!
When will they realise
Christmas on Earth
It’s a time for celebrating
Of Our true Saviours birth!


© By LynnKaren
Each Christmas time this is how I feel whenever I go shopping, that's why I wrote this poem tonight. I hope each of you have a peaceful Christmas without the bustle of the shops :) Lynn
 Nov 2016 Diana
John
my anxieties
 Nov 2016 Diana
John
so, here's to the anxiety.
the nights i was so drunk i couldn't see.
the times i told you "i love you".
when you said you didn't think it was true.
the shivering and the icy rain.
lips quivering and stinging pain.
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