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Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Murphy

Suddenly caves aren't a place he is safe. Placement that's changed him in ways he cant shake. Chained then to Megan its drainin his faith. Save him I pray lend him patience and grace. Days spent he pays rent on cages he hates. Strainin his brain bent its blatant its rage. Sway him from fake friends and raise him from graves. Staying his saneness with ancient embrace.

this flew out of my finger onto paper soooo fast that I put it away and forgot to name it.. I really mean these words I just cant name it

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Cold to a Penguin

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Murphy

Cold to a Penguin

There's a mom I cant coach and cant bandage.  Who's been wronged by emotional damage.   All alone in the cold on a farm.  I'd console since I know of this harm.
              Its my own that has shown her this hurt.  Seeds ones sewn cant be grown in sad dirt.  If I'd known one was prone to desert, I'd expose you and told truths at first.
             Fifteen years doesn't buy you some grace?  Skipping tears you just try to escape.  Though its clear there's no side I can take.  Now I fear somethings died in my faith.

My mom used to date a wonderful women named Penryn and we called her Penguin. And she cheated on her after 15 years and since they were both my moms I was upset and disappointed that one of my hero's was capable of doing that to her loved one especially since I was cheated on 7 times and still trying to make it work with the girl who had done that. It was one of the only pieces that I have ever wrote that wasn't really about me which is very hard for me to do with any depth to it.

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Tormented

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Crow

Tormented

the dark approaches as if it is an ineluctable storm
created by thoughts falling like dominoes

or explodes into existence in a breath
detonated by a word innocently spoken

an eclipse constructed of your fears
like locusts eating all the light

with hooks and claws they grasp the air
pulling it up from your lungs

fighting blind against attacks from every side
weapons fall from your trembling grasp

I still see you dimly, enveloped in despair
you no longer see me at all

I have become a phantom, intangible
dispersed into powerless anguish by your terror

my voice is only a murmur to you
a far-off echo, indistinct

defenses and barriers you have labored on
transform into spun glass latticework

shattering through them without knowing
shards left embedded in your skin

stumbling blindly in the darkness
you are swallowed whole into the void

once more you are ripped away
imprisoned in the Stygian, pitiless hole

the emptiness turns its gaze to me
mocking laughter blisters my flesh

I can only wait and call to you
how long till you return

to me

#anxiety #panic #depression #helpless #dark

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Comes The Dawn

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Crow

Comes The Dawn

words hanging out together
down at the corner

doing nothing
saying nothing

getting in the way
begging for attention

some spend so much time together
they start to rhyme

some just lay there
bad poetry is everywhere

glad I don’t write bad poetry
uh oh ….

I read that tomorrow August 18 is bad poetry day This is not intended to reference anyone here. Or anywhere else for that matter. Just for fun.

#funny

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Sin

Sep 2018 Noni Winters

Jackie G

Sin

Temptation at its finest
Bad decisions, like they're mindless
As I look at all the blindness
Living life like it's timeless
Some shout yolo, others think nobody could see them

If I were them I'd be COMBATING all those demons-even start praying more!!!
WE ARE NOT KIDS
THIS IS FOR REAL
THIS IS FOR SURE
Good intentions are always first
But next comes PAIN or should i say hurt
then your trapped doing dirt
Or should I say"pay backs"
Very unforgiving
Trapped in sin

Hurting no-one but self.
Trapped in sin
I wonder if they know
With pain comes power
But you hand it over
When you're trapped in sin

It's foul, it's *****, it's sneaky, it's deceiving, it's spiteful,it slanders
It's hurting others, it's nasty, it's unforgiving, it's lustful
It's sin!
Release yourself of it.

We are not perfect but we are able to become new and regenerated wash yourself of bad things in your life so you can get what your heart desires