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 Oct 2013 Orah
Joey McNamara
Numb
 Oct 2013 Orah
Joey McNamara
Like a moth to a flame
Again and again
Incoming thoughts
I'm crosses and noughts
Feelings emotions and other such things
Flying around, the emptiness rings
Screaming at me, telling me to feel
Though none of it really, ever seems real
I want it to stop but I can only hit pause
In a black hole of nothing and trapped in it's jaws
Pulling me down when I want to soar
Keeping me trapped on the floor
Neglegted by all and treated by none
The ego, my feelings and more are all gone
And I'm left in the dark with nothing to say
But I need to get up, need to start the day
 Oct 2013 Orah
Samantha Louise
You're a shadow following society
Too scared to shine, it's probably anxiety
but you're beautiful, that's probably something
you've always wanted to hear,
You're too good to be sad,
Stay gold my dear,

Words of wisdom are gonna
guide you down the path
through depression,
you'll make it out quite fast

But you need positive vibes,
to help you find,
the way out.
Just smile,
Enjoy the world
Be a child again,
don't even try to pretend,
you'll be happy,
in time

Because Negative vibes
are designed to  
trick your mind
and make you feel
like there's no way to move on
why be sad?
Be strong.

© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
 Oct 2013 Orah
K J
Then and Now
 Oct 2013 Orah
K J
He was my first
love

He gave me butterflies

When we were together I needed to always
touch him
hold his hand
lay on his chest

He gave me anxiety

When we were apart I needed to always
hear him
know where he was
and who he was with

So many nights spent
laughing
loving
together

so many more spent
crying
alone

I gave him my heart
I gave him my body
I would have given him everything
I did give him everything

He cheated
He lied
and still he loved me
and stupidly,
I still loved him

I walked away
he broke me
finally
I walked away
carrying the pieces of my heart
In my young hands

He got engaged
(to the girl he cheated on me with)

I moved
out of this country and across the world

I patched up my broken heart
It took a long time
and a few one-night stands
there were pieces still missing
and scars where the cracks were glued
but I understood this heart much better
than before when it was whole

Now I'm with my new love

When we are together
We cuddle
We read
We watch movies

When we are apart
We send each other updates
and tell each other
I miss you
I love you

I don't always get butterflies
but I never have anxiety

Almost every night we
laugh
and
love

and when I rarely cry
I'm not alone
and he holds me
and says he's sorry
or I say I'm sorry

He fills the holes that were left behind
and my scars are nearly faded

But sometimes I think back to my first love
my young love
my innocent love

And although my first love
at times felt like
magic
buzzing bees
and hot electricity
running through my veins

my new love feels like
warm cookies
a sweater on a crisp day
sunshine in the cool wind
and home
And I know that this is better.
 Oct 2013 Orah
Mike Hauser
She loves to spend her time

Far off from the light

Where she can clearly see

To pick stars from the sky

Puts them in her basket

Where she takes them home

Pastes them on her ceiling

Making constellations of her own
 Jul 2013 Orah
Tammy M Darby
I conduct the symphony of hell
In the earths bowels overflowing with sin
Silence rules momentarily
My infamous symphony begins
Demons of evil and nightmares
Eagerly pluck their human strings

Screaming and wailing
The music starts
Moans of the ******
Terrible and dark

Burst forth now the crescendo of souls
From the burning pit of fire
Each suffers their own punishment
The offense of mortal desire

Sounds of tortured emotions
Those inflicted with the devils disease
Shrill and high
An allotted part have they
In my arrangement of mad melodies

So into hells depth I delve
For music that can be found no where else
These are the notes of the condemned
I am the conductor
Of my symphony in hell



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 Jul 2013 Orah
Toni Cezeal
Flat lined on the hospital table
Spiritual ER hardly stable
So blind, unconscious,
like some show on cable
I saw myself laying there
Dying and disabled

I heard the machines
The beeping was declining
Nurses rushing
"We’re losing her doctor
She’s not even fighting"

See, in reality I was smiling
As the world went by me
While inside denying
Too much garbage I’d been hiding

Hurts which I thought were buried
Oh the disappointments they varied
And so too much baggage I carried
while myself & lies were about to be married

unforgiveness was the altar
And bitterness the ring
Unbelief like a witness
Disobedience like a wedding theme

Because somehow my heart of flesh
Had turned to stone
Like I had turned my back on the truth I’d known
Too many wounds
My scars that showed
I had enough
Like the prodigal son, decided to hit the road

I couldn’t save myself even if I tried.
My vitals were dropping
as I held onto my pride
Vitals like hope,
And the desire to keep living
My knowledge of the cross
Felt like a guilt burden

Because I hated my own helplessness
What a failure I had felt
I surely failed God
Just like I had failed myself
I self loathed and pitied
Feeling far from help
In darkness, gave up on myself
And death was the result.

But In the spiritual emergency room,
Like they're about to call time of death
The Doctor rushes in and says
“I’m not done with her yet”

Defibulator named love
Shock waves of truth
Loosening the grips of death
Destroyed deceptions noose
A second shock of love then came
Courage filled my veins again
Like oxygen revitalising my brain
Like an anesthetic relieving the pain
One final shock
A breath of hope
Gasping deeply
my heart no longer choked.

So He excavated my heart
Right after an injection of faith
A painful process
But necessary to loose the chains
For darkness to be gone
And Light to be my robe
I was slowly recovering
As my life was being made whole.

So alive in His grace
A mercy filled report chart
I was given a new heart
Myself and my Saviour were no longer apart
Yet still came an even harder part
Rehabilation had to start.

King of all Surgeons
My counselor, so kind He said:
“You're healed, and delivered
But transformation is in
The renewing of your mind”

He said: I paid the cost for your life to be saved
Your life insurance through my own expense has been paid
No condemnation because you've newly been made
Because I heard every cry of help that you prayed

Let me explain:

I was rescued from deception
Set free through redemption
So now everyday He captures my attention
Asking me one simple faith question:

WILL YOU TRUST ME?

And every day I vow: Jesus, I do.
the clouds bloom
like mysterious flowers
seeming  to survive by soaking up
the tears of the waiting multitude.
they churn the wind
causing it to blow through
my every cell
filtering through my every pore
as i abandon any hope
of maintaining some adult-like dignity
the puddles call
the rain falls
and i let myself go

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   10.07.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
 May 2013 Orah
Shawna Renea
Forever
 May 2013 Orah
Shawna Renea
Forever
the one I loved
the one that loved me
that loved all of us
has gone
It's like the sea
swallowed her whole
A wave came
and washed away
the pain that was pulling
her under
Down
into its calm embrace
erasing her suffering
But now
forever
we are stuck
in this labyrinth
searching for our way
though this suffering
Trying to see the light
at the end of the maze
Looking for our
Great Surrender
Forever
I, we, the ones
she left behind
are wandering in the
past, the memories
of this beautiful creature
who has left us too soon
We would give anything
to have one more
second, minute, hour with you
we would spread that time out
to make it seem like
it is our
forever
for now
with you.

©ShawnaRenea
 May 2013 Orah
Micah
The Madman
 May 2013 Orah
Micah
I'm walking through crystals of insanity,
Mad I may be, but everything is clear to me,
But still it doesn't look real, feels like a dream.
Strange Insanity.

Strange Insanity,
How when I'm muddled I see your hypocrisy better,
You call me raving mad all you want,
But I'm still more honest than you'll ever be.

I'm still more honest than you'll ever be,
Looking beyond your best,
I call a ***** a *****,
But I'm not perfect.

I'm not perfect,
Little by little my masks peeling off,
In between chocolate sunshine moments of utopia,
A strange frenzy to fill rivers with your blood.

A strange frenzy to fill rivers with your blood,
What can I say, with your chrysanthemum fading away,
Simple Phobia overblown into monster clowns,
Ghost towns of my fury populated with thistles and brambles.

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wafuib You are not what you show me,
No! I'm coming to **** asfduiahnb,
Let me taint the crystals of my insanity with your blood.
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