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Pity him, or her...pity them
Pity those victims of devastation
And infestations
And molestation
Pity the children...those abandoned babies
But it is not enough...
Please...do something beyond pity.

Pity those in extreme poverty,
Suffering from incapabilities...
Pity those with agonizing hearts
Because of missing body parts
Marred, disfigured, debilitated
Physically,
Emotionally
Psychologically..
But, it is not enough
Please...do something beyond pity.

Pity even those with aching hearts
Devastated, with broken hearts
Who find it difficult to heal
Believe again, a cruel world, so real.

Be guided,in reflecting,
There are others more deserving,
Beware of those who are self-serving
Know who are in most need of caring
Know that, beyond pity, there's more to be done
Much can be done...If we all try to be one.


Sally

Copyright April 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#abandonedbabies #abusedchildren #molestation #devastation #incapabilities #pity #npmimportant
 Apr 2017 Sushant Bhujel
Gareth
Photoshop
and
click bait
A life of smoke and mirrors
Selfie filters
and
fake smiles
That's the world today

News feeds
and
Fake news
Ignorant of all the wars
Empty shells
Bombed out holes
That's the world today

Ignorant fools
And
No regard for rules
That's the world today
I’m found on the edge of the night
Lying on the ground, on cold concrete
Like a fish out of water
Waiting for someone to put me where I belong
Or suffocate among the rapturous vultures
Gathered round in glee ~
Ostensibly, I was born here
Yet everything seems foreign
The people, the cars they drive
The things they do everyday
I’m overzealous in my thoughts
Of who I am
Where I am
Why am I here?
What am I supposed to do?
Nothing feels real anymore
If in fact, it ever did
Like E.T. left behind
Wanting to go home
I see nothing familiar when
Through these streets, I roam ~
Everyone seems to take it in their stride
It’s all so natural for them
It is not so normal for me
I go on pretending I am living, not dying inside
No one sees the real me ~ lost and alone
No one gets inside this soul, you see?
Then I get to thinking
Are everyday people pretending? Just like me
Is everyone as in control as they appear?
Or are they faking it too?
The only thing true of the big lie
Faking it or not in this life
No one will get out ~ *alive
This is something I wrote a while back, and never really gave it a title... if you have any better title suggestions... I'd love to hear them.
We were merely
could haves
should haves
and *would haves.
You are worth the risks. We will happen. /cab/late/kiss/home/
5/30
 Apr 2017 Sushant Bhujel
Hannah
There are words
trapped between
my memories and dreams.
I am learning
to capture them,
hold them close,
before setting them free.
I will no longer
hold on to words
that poison the love
within my soul.
I will shed light
in the darkest places
of my twisted memories,
and broken dreams.
~ I will ~
There are oceans between you and me,
We are thousands of miles away.
You're very hard to see,
Yet I long for you everyday.

I wait for the day I get to see you,
Face to face we will meet.
Everything: I'm willing to do,
Just to hear your heart beat.
My take on unconventional love...
Hello darkness. Dear old friend.
Sorry it's been such a long time.
I feel like we should catch up, how have you been?
In a bitter sweet way it feels great to feel and see you again.
Its quite odd actually.
The thing is I found love but it told me to get back.  
I apologize she pushed me away from you. Feeling the light again and the wholeness in my heart pushed me away.
It made me numb and shot my body down.  For some reason I just didn't feel alive though even with all the sweetness.
When the wind would blow on my face I felt nothing. Smelling the earths surroundings, soaking in its beautiful water bed, felt plain and blank.
No taste.
She took me away from you and now I'm here to make up for time lost dear old friend.
Now that you are back into my soul and that my heart is a deep abyss I now ironically feel so much more alive.
I live off this pain and use it as my tool make my art. My paint stain on a canvas of lies. My beautiful disaster of lines that I write as we speak, all came from you.
Its good to have you back buddy.
Its good to feel something again.
I promise to stay this time.
I'm probably going to delete this.
 Apr 2017 Sushant Bhujel
jobeth
you may not be aware
but i'm writing this in the dark
one of those nights has turned to a habit
i'm afraid
afraid that i may be blind soon
or perhaps i already am.

it is no excuse
i close my eyes
attempting to dream
refresh not regret
the room is upside down
i'm afraid
of the inevitable

i know i'm aware
my existence
it is not an epiphany
a thought
a concept
a prolonged
an elongated
an infinity

i will soon be dust and
i'm afraid
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