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 Feb 2018 Whisper
QuietGlass
If you could see my mind, you would believe it to be from a horror movie.
Bloodstains mark the walls from the deaths of all the previous dreams and ideas i've had.
No sunlight is shining through the blinds because the windows are boarded up.
It's not by choice.
If you want to know why my mind is this way, talk to my brain or my heart.
They know the real reasons.
 Feb 2018 Whisper
Ashley
I look ahead
I look behind
To search for what
I cannot find
A journey gone
Into the past
To feel the love
That did not last
One step forward
Two steps back
Following footprints
I cannot track
Sinking fast
Into the sand
Wishing I could
Grab your hand
To pull me from
This dark despair
But you aren’t here
And you aren’t there
Only remaining
Inside my mind
I look ahead
I look behind
 Feb 2018 Whisper
Ashley
As I Lay
 Feb 2018 Whisper
Ashley
As I lay there
weeping and sopping
heaving and gasping for a breath
as all of the air that had once
fluttered within me vanished
like I had been punched in the gut
I thought of what I had done
and what I had failed to do
the emotions came flooding back
pouring over me as I lay motionless
holding my knees into my chest
I felt dead
like a corpse unable to move
but then I envied the dead
for they could not feel the pain
that overcome my weary soul
As I lay there
waiting for the numbness
I prayed that it came soon
 Feb 2018 Whisper
poetryofdhiman
We are all broken
tiny pieces of
jumbled up life,
waiting
to be rediscovered
rejoined
into something
as we embark on our journey
to become whole again
while some of us
are just too jumbled up
to be reassembled...

~~©Dhiman
 Feb 2018 Whisper
Charlie rose
Never trust a mirror
For a mirror always lies
It makes you think that all you’re worth
Can be seen from the outside
Never trust a mirror
It only shows you what’s skin deep
You can’t see your eyelids flutter
When you’re drifting off to sleep
It doesn’t show you what the world can see
When you’re only being you
Or how your eyes light up
And your reflection cannot tell you
Everything you mean to me
Never trust a mirror
For it only shows your skin
And if you think it dictates what your worth
It’s time to look within
 Jan 2018 Whisper
nick armbrister
unshackled
i want to be the master of my fate
i want to be in control of my life
even if it meant i took myself to hell
i want to be in control of my life
even if it meant i was doomed
i want to be in control of my life
i want to be in control of myself
i want to be in control of my life
i want to be my own boss all the time
i want to be in control of my life
i want to guide my own ship to the rocks
i want to be in control of my life
i want to blow up my own bridges
i want to be in control of my life
i want to do my best even if i fail
i want to be in control of my life
i want to take off in a 1 winged plane
i want to be in control of my life
i want to be free even in my own jail
i want to be in control of my life
i want to be free of you and your orders
i want to be in control of my life
i want to be free to breath a single time
i want to be in control of my life
i want to be free before my execution
i want to be in control of my life
 Jan 2018 Whisper
Eric Fraley
What if dying isn't death

If when we leave this world…


The weight of it is simply off our chest

When we take that final breath

We live the most memorable of moments all over again

But this time…


We’re at our best


What if only the best of memories replay

All the sadness,

The shame,

The madness

The blame and the anguish…


What if they’re cast away

What if it's like waking up to not just another day

If only the happiness is the feeling that stays


What if…

Death is truly the end of all pain

If love is all we retain


What if…

The night sky…


And all the stars from above

Is all that remains


But...

I’m wondering about those stars

They too some day die

So…

What if we’re like stars…


We only shine bright when alive

Just a small light in a vast world that one day burns out…


What if the weight of the world’s what living life’s all about

All the people,

The places,

The sorrow and joyous filled faces…

  

Each of our books of life and their;

Some better,

Some worse but…


Still lively filled pages…


Are what leaves those we leave behind with heartbreak and…


Sorrow filled grievance…


What if our memory is truly all that's left when we pass into the unknown

An empty bed in a place we once called our home

A place where in our old age we had grown…



What if our lasting legacy is only the moments in which we shared an experience

If...

The wisdom,

The kindness,

And the hard work filled progress…


Is all we leave behind

If we only leave what we project into those empty filled spaces

In our loved ones' hearts and loved ones' minds…


I wonder what I'll see when I'm staring up at the ceiling or sky…


Somewhere down the line…

Life hanging by a thread

Watching the story of my life as it flashes by...


Will there be regrets,


Goals never met,


Things never said,


Thoughts trapped in my head…

Or...

Will I be able to say

I did all that I could

Willing to die without needing to lie…


T o  m y s e l f


What if…


The money we made


The status we gained


The list of the people we blame

For the shame on our name…


If none of that ever really matters when our…


Book of life comes to an end…


What if

It was only ever about the mark on everyone's hearts we ingrained


If like stars we burn out but…


Just burn out much faster

The difference for us is…


No tomorrow can be guaranteed


If...

This life…

Was the only book you could write

If tomorrow was your final chapter…


Can you say your book of life was the best it could be


Like only the greatest of books

When they end...

They leave the world with sadness and grief

With…

Wonderment and pure disbelief

If your life was the best it could be

Can you close your eyes

Fall into that endless sleep

Feel your heart's final beat

Come to a close as you cease to breath


And go satisfied…


K n o w i n g   y o u r   b o o k   o f   l i f e ' s   w o r t h   t h e   r e a d

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