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The leaves that were dry
Have started photosynthesis

Trees of the desert have
Borne fruits and flowers

The oxygen in the air
is easy to breathe

Every nook and corner
I see, I travel
I can see people selling
Baloons of LOVE

Humans everywhere
Are madly rushing to buy LOVE

Nobody is saying "NO"
To LOVE today...
Is LOVE on sale?
Or on discount?

Or is LOVE sold freely
In open markets?
 Jul 2015 Peanut
s
I, You, & We
 Jul 2015 Peanut
s
time flies
we were trying to get along
we were trying to be together

knowing each other secrets
sending late night message

i was looking for something beautiful deep down inside your flaw
you were trying to accept me for who i am

but when the days went cold
and you couldn't handle yourself

we end up being strangers
and maybe you're not gonna miss me anymore
i don't know if this is good but this is my current feelings. i don't think it will be get enough readers just look at the title but I hope you like it!! ** have a nice day:-)
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Jellyfish
A Story
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Jellyfish
Tell me a story..?

Let me fall asleep to your voice..
And wake up to your breathing patterns on the other line.
I don't remember the ending to the story from last night..
I must've fallen asleep between lost words and insights,

Will you tell me the story, again?
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Sarah Spang
Come back to us through wind and ice,
Through ever-raging sea,
Through torrents soaring through the sky
From where you’re flying free.

Come back to us from far ahead,
From where we do not know.
We never wanted you to be
A place we cannot go.

When images left in your wake
Bring smiles evermore,
The absence marked in falling tears
Heals hearts that still beat sore.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Renae
Canyon
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Renae
I don't know
what went wrong
Or where
It just happens
Just like that
One minute it's okay
The next it's over
The hurt is there
It's deep and wide
Like a canyon
Bottomless
How can you fill a canyon?
A canyon with tall steep cliffs?

I will pour myself in
Fall
Try with every ounce of strength
Every last bit
To reach across
To pull it together
To somehow bridge this
I am flexible
I can bounce back
I will dive in
With everything I am
Do all I can
To fill the emptiness
it happens to most of us,
some times, other times,
seem good, almost boring.

it knocks us sideways,
even assunder. i asked you
to carry me.

yet, you left me outside
in the rain. it has been
like this for days. wet.

most of us get over it.

use an umbrella.

sbm.
 Jul 2015 Peanut
AM
"You know that there is no other girl, right?"

You **** right I don't know
there is always that other girl
the one you said you always adore
pffftt adore
you adore everyone with a *****

I am crunching the ginger biscuit
as if I'm chewing that ***** face
oops, my bad, it's never her fault
but, come on! her?
she looks so........ stupid
I bet she swallows all your lies
like I did
correction, like WE did

well, you know what?
I hope you marry her
cause we both know that if you don't,
you probably just gonna end up alone
and you're just one pathetic loverboy
because you failed, again, with another girl

come to think about it
I might as well establish a group
for your victims with some other girls
I already say hi to just to laugh at you
so, better not fail this time

XO,
your-just-another-epic-ex!
 Jul 2015 Peanut
John Stevens
© July 2002 John L. Stevens

My heart was so heavy
With sadness and sorrow.
The day was so dark
I could not see tomorrow.
Hope seemed so dim
Through the tears that I cried.
I could not see You Lord
The day that s(he) died.

I remembered Your promise
To be by my side.
For always You’re with me
In You I abide.
In the midst of the darkness
Your hand touched my soul.
You drew me so close
And made me whole.

There are times that I cry
Alone with just me.
When the silence comes crashing
Like a storm-troubled sea.
There are times that I laugh now
When I remember the years.
That we shared together
Through the good times and tears.

The peace oh Lord
The memories You bring.
Fills my life with hope
Make my heart strings sing.
Draw me close to Your side
And lead me gently on.
Give me hope for tomorrow
Till the dark turns to dawn.
———
Open my heart Lord
Let out the sorrow.
Pour in your spirit
And hope for tomorrow.
I need Your touch Lord
On my heart this hour.
Fill me with Your love
With Your healing power.
Strange how this happens.
Spring of 2002 unraveled for a friend of mine. His wife got sick, his mother came out to help them and she had heart failure and died in the hospital one floor below where his wife was located. A month later his wife died, he lost his job, a vertebrae in his neck deteriorated, his insurance evaporated. It was Job all over again. We spent many hours of many days trying to make sense of his situation. It seemed pointless. Absolutely hopeless. I can remember a cold fear pouring over me. There was nothing I could do to help him.

I wrote a piece called “Hope for Tomorrow” a couple months later that reflected his loss and my loss when my mother died 1991. Writing is therapy for me. Writing puts on paper a reminder of where I am at that time. The words of this piece points to the loss of a loved one but the thoughts can translate to any loss.

Today he is doing well.  Working in a school district doing IT work. It has been 12 year
 Jul 2015 Peanut
GaryFairy
because
 Jul 2015 Peanut
GaryFairy
because he is a successful man
because he wears a suit and tie
everybody, let's rally around
we should listen to that guy
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because he lives in a cardboard box
because he just wants to die
everybody, let's look away
we should ignore that guy
 Jul 2015 Peanut
Cat Fiske
____________________­____________________

­Mommy,

I know you always try your best,
I try to pass all my tests,
but I can't pass anything but math,

and the problems we have I don't know how to solve,
because I'm working with numbers that don't work in the context of the problem we've been having,

and I'm trying my best each and every day,
to just spell my name correctly,
C-A-T-H-E...what comes next,

I don't remember,
Now I feel dumber than my little brother,
I can't read anything harder then a **** and Jane book,

is this why  at school,
by everyone each and every everyday,
I'm ignored and overlooked,


Mommy,

I never want to see you cry,
and every night I don't see it,
but I hear it,

and I hear you pray for me,
pray for someone to help your child in the ways your not able to,
because you can't always help me,


Mommy,

I know you don't deal with everything very well,
and sometimes when you yell,
it becomes more than shouting,

you and daddy fighting,
yelling about me,
every single day,

I hide in my room and cry,
because when I didn't I worried about getting hit,

for not paying attention,
or my homework,
or doing the things i constantly was told to stop doing,


Mommy,

I couldn't help it half the time,
So I cried when I came home from school,
Because everyone picked on me,

kids beat me up on the bus,
people took my stuff,
and recess and lunch were worse,


Mommy,

they put me in the corner all alone,
because I had allergies,
But everyone just thought I was a bad kid,

Everyone hated me,
No one wanted to play with me or be my friend,
no one could even be nice to me for a minute,


Mommy,

I peed my pants everyday,
two to three times a day too,
because people scared me,

and eventually I out outgrew this,
but my nails disappeared,
as did my voice,


Mommy,

I come home everyday and I cry and scream,
and that's the only noise I ever made,
for all of second grade,

my communion pictures make me cry,
because I look so sick,
at the time I just wanted to die,



Mommy,

I was in third grade,
when I know I had self harm for the first time,
Did it in the middle of class,

and no one said anything to me every time,
I pulled my teeth out,

Or the time I stuck my finger in my pencil sharpener,
closed my eyes and turned,
so my nail came off,

and maybe they would let me get out of that class room,
because every day that year was brutal,


Mommy,

I was still in third grade,
when I stopped eating,
wasn't a hard thing,

with my ADHD diet,
and the thing you never know,
that me and Daddy just keep to ourselfs,


Mommy,

when I fell off my sled,
I really fell off the deck,
and that's how I broke my leg,

Daddy saw me jump,
and I wish he was the one who missed it,
and you had to of seen it,


Mommy,

I didn't wanna live,
that was after my 8th birthday party,
you came and yelled at me in front of my only friend,

and she didn't even go to school with me,
and you chased me around the house yelling,
making her uncomfortable,

I thought I lost all my friends,
I honestly didn't know what I had left,


Mommy,

do you see why no one has ever come over since,
why I stopped having birthday parties,
stopped everyone from being near me,

I only wanted people to treat me well,
I only ever hoped for that,
I never asked for all the pain that I've gone though,


Mommy,

You always told me I was scared of men,
But I've seemed to always have anxiety and Depression,
Since I was a little kid,


Mommy,

I thought a boy loved me,
I opened my heart to another man other than the one who made me,
Loved him more then I loved the god we prayed to every Sunday,


Mommy,

I cried,
The night I let him **** me,
Because I had no where else to go,

Because Home,
Was no ******* home,

because the abuse
became too much to bare,


Mommy,

Look at my scarred body,
I dare you,
Don't try to fix me with your prays,

I don't need you to cry another night over me,
I don't want you to have to go to your mother and cry because of me,
I just want you to see,


Mommy,

Look what the world's done to me,
look what the world's done to your daughter,

from the nail biting, teeth and hair pulling little girl,
who then starved herself & tried to die by jumping and eating peanuts,


Mommy,

I've only gotten worse,
because I've taken up burning,

writing all the hateful things on my,
chest, legs, arms, breast,

Just to scorch my skill off,


Mommy,

I never cut myself till I was in 8th grade when I learned what self harm was,
and I didnt think I was doing it,

I just started talking paper clips and things that scratch the surface of skin,
I didn't ever think it get deeper then the top of skin,

Where I'd see my blood drip out from under paper clip,
I soon used other things to get the job done faster,


Mommy,

just look at my skin,
touch my skin,

do you believe it now?
like they had to do in the bible for Jesus when he returned from the dead,

see i'm as dead as the living dead come


Mommy,

I came back to stay forever,
and not pick up and leave for days,
not telling you where I have been,


Mommy,

every mark was never from you,
It was from those who brought us apart,
trying to take my from you,


Mommy,

every ounce of blood in my body came from you,
you never gave up on me,
even when I have given up on me and you,


Mommy,

I hate this school,
I told you think from day one,
I want the damage they did to be un done,

I want to feel free again,
I wanna feel like I can be happy again,


Mommy,

I haven't been happy for a while,

and even though I have not smiled for years,
in that same time,

I haven't seen yours appear,


Mom,

as the days, weeks, months and years passed,
the steps between us became miles that put u in a heaven leaving me,
under the sea level,

I just was to reconnect,

But things that break can't always be fixed,

so I write you at 16 years old

But


Dear mommy,

I've been trying to reach you since I was 6 years old,

we've lost 10 years of our lives,
because people wanted to make us hate each other,
and fight,

but I will write you one last thing,

my apology can't be worth more than this,


Dear Mother

I love you,
**please believe it
Really old poem I finally am going to post.
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