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 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
KMD
so scared of the very act of dying
that you often forget to live
so scared of getting hurt
that you often forget to forgive

so many words you keep inside
for fear of what they'll say
so many dreams left undreamnt
because you're holding out for one day

so much time spent in front of a screen
waiting for a virtual like
so many trips not taken
the timing was never right

so much of the world you haven't seen
so many people you haven't met
some live in places of poverty and war
yet you choose to politely forget

when the buzzer finally goes off
and the good lord calls you up
will you be satisfied with this life?
will you have done enough?

you see each day here is a gift
so live it like it's special one
because dear friend you will never know when
it's your last trip around the sun.
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
Andje
Sometimes I'm afraid of everything

It happens when I loose my consciousness
and I can see only the hurdles on the road

It happens when I loose the trust
and I stop feeling

*Sometimes I am so weak that I think I need you
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
D Ann
I've been taking my meds right lately.
The doctor told me I might forget things,
like the answer to a history question,
or the words about to leave my lips.

She didn't tell me I'd forget the color of your eyes
or the song we swayed to on prom night.
I didn't know I'd forget what I bought you
for our one year anniversary.

My head's been doin' real good lately.
But my memory seems to be shot.
Shot like the blood in your eyes
when you told me you don't know who I am anymore.
I don't know I just wrote this is two minutes.
by Arcassin Burnham



why are all of you putting more weight on my shoulders,
waiting for the years of long pain and suffering to be over,
you all put me in a very messy mind state,
where i cant maintain,
suicide was the answer,
but it was never questioned,
out of all the ****** up things in my life,
all the exs and broken friendships,
i now realize that i cant be what they want me to be,
i can only be me,
get rid of some of this stress,
cant loosen up,
cant shake this phobia,
when all i do is shake,
like bruce banner looking for the cure to stop the hulk,
how can life go on from all my mistakes,
with bad people,
that i couldve impressed,
but failed miserably,
to know ive always hated myself,
father figures burned out of the picture,
if he could have been here my life wouldnt be like this,
deserving to die,
deserving not to live,
deserving not to care,
to live in anxiety,
probably for the rest of my life,
i hate myself.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/05/cant-loosen-up.html
Sometimes you have to be alone to escape the loneliness*~ Amitav
Passion blossoms into a flower
Spreading its alluring fragrance
The wind is the messenger
Carrying the invitation of Love*




© Amitav (Radiance)
I could compare envy to jealousy
quite easily
but that would be a disservice
to envy
Not to mention a disservice to jealousy.

Jealousy and envy are two
distinct emotions
And two distinct sins but
Envy is both malign and benign.
Envy that most unhappy of the sins.

And, unhappy I was watching you with her.
Envious of her, because she got to touch you
Kiss you, need you, love you.
I wished misfortune on you every time
I saw your joy in each other.

I coveted you.
I scarcely thought of anyone else.
My unhappiness, envy, made me send ill will
your way. Intensely petty thoughts of ill.
So much it made me unhappy, and yet mattered nil.

I'd rendered and reduced you to a possession
MINE.
Why her? Was I not merry and pretty enough?
I desired you above all
yet I was the one to fall from grace.
I turned inward, into a covetous envious hag.

I wanted to deprive you of her
for you to see only me, irony.
In Dante's Purgatory, the punishment for the envious
is to have their eyes sewn shut with wire
because they have gained sinful pleasure from seeing others brought low.

The only one brought low was me.
I gained no pleasure
© JLB
Envy can be directly related to the Ten Commandments, specifically, "Neither shall you desire... anything that belongs to your neighbour."
A perfect end to perfect day.  
The sun has set, is on her way
To pleasure others; never stay.
We borrow every ray.

And once again the darkness
Flows, the breeze has turned a force that
Blows the day away, each creature  
Knows: An infant thunder grows.

I went to bed to catch some sleep,
But once again the skies do weep
And here, instead of slumber deep
Awake myself I keep  

To witness such magnificence,
As lightning's dance in radiance.
It draws for me omnipotence;
It awes my every sense.

So here I lie with cat on bed
Who doesn't even raise her head
When Tor throws hammer up
Ahead. Cares only that she's fed.

Such comfort I have found I find
In Nature seeming most unkind.
And nearly dizzyingly unwind
From daytime, now behind.

My eyes turn heavy to the sound
Of power unlike any found
Within the skies or on the ground.
I'm safe, there's gods around.
you graduated
but didn't move
didn't work
didn't study
just stayed behind
in your hometown.

that's the hardest part about
staying
when everyone else left
the world doesn't care
what you think
or how you feel.

you're in the queue
at the store
getting flashbacks
then you see a youngster
paying at the other till
it's like seeing yourself
from two years ago
and all of a sudden,
you miss everyone.
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