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Jun 2018 Catalina

Riham

My words has been reading by the def person
My words are noticed by that blind person
My voice has been shut down for myself pleasure
lost , still searching for myself
But all I can find is a black mirror reflecting all of my lies
I did cross the river by hiding from the tik of the time
I did trust in the rage to get me out of myself cage , in the first seconds I did find out that my cage is just a memory of revenge there's no need to get out of it
the demon who's in my room corner is whispering
Telling me things I admire about the night
He's Trying to turn my flame to the fire
He's trying to get a chance to get the same reference
His whisper is getting louder
He's waiting for me to talk
So he can see the ignite program
Lost
Found
Same as his main road
As long as my silent will keep his blind
i will keep my misery for my Mystery the beauty of silence always was an art but only the blind person who can understand the beauty of it ...

#whenthesilncekeephisblind #demon #rimirey #hellopoetrt

Jun 2018 Catalina

19

Jun 2018 Catalina

Riham

19

And just like the sun she feels alone at the morning sky .. keeping herself away from the world showing herself slowly
afraid to hurt anyone
She learnd how to keep them warm and joyful  by her natural heat
but they can never touch her
she let them see her as yellow orange when she's usually red, they once said she's cold in the inside that's why she have the rage of the heat it speaks about her coldness
but they didn't understand her
they didn't understand why she keep herself alone
why she enjoy her loneliness!
  it was never a reason for her to need anyone of them
she's afraid , afraid of them, they all have different dark point in their hearts and they think it's the only way to survive this life...
How sad is that...

#19 #rimirey #hellopoetry #she #sad

Jun 2018 Catalina

I'm No Killer Anymore

Jun 2018 Catalina

Karl

I'm No Killer Anymore

come and see
i’m bruised around the eyes
and hardly fit to stand
been soaking in the brine
just ******* on my hands

i find dollars when i need them
just take a couple more
i killed nothing that wasn’t bleeding
nothing that ain’t still breathing
i’m no killer anymore

let me down
i should have never come
don’t know how i got here
don’t know what i’ve done
i’ve fractured my veneer

i find women when i need them
then i leave them at the door
it’s the hollow i’ve been feeding
the hollow was succeeding
i’m not hollow anymore

spill the dark
show me why i hide
all of them can laugh
most of them are blind
don’t lie on my behalf

i find jesus when i need him
or when he’s too hard to ignore
i’m finished now with bleating
and he is now conceding
i don’t need jesus anymore

Mar 2016 Catalina

I Dream In Archetype

Mar 2016 Catalina

Denel Kessler

I Dream In Archetype

I dreamed
there was a evil man
searching for wealth
beyond all riches
hidden in the hardened
sculpture of a woman
there was a hero too
I could not see his face
he journeyed to a sacred cave
to guard the precious treasure

he climbed inside
the statue's hollow center
and held the treasure to his chest
where it radiated
with such intensity
he had to close his eyes
it gently pulsed in his hands
calming the anxiousness
leaching sour
in his throat

the villain
shrouded black
entered the cave
a belligerent pirate
yelling obscenities
where are you *****?
when I find you, you'll be sorry
you think you can hide from me?
no one will ever love you
the way that I do

his craven hunger upon seeing
the lost prize glowing heavenly
beneath sapphire stalactites
left this dreamer cold
he began to tear
at the sculpture's *******
with hands encased in forged steel
spiked fingernails slicing
until shimmering gold bloomed
in the statue's chest

zealously the villain tore deeper
molten yellow dripped
from his over-eager fingers
when suddenly from the center
came a flash of scorching fire
the villain dissolved to ash
without a single sound
the hero too transformed
into a luminous bird
not unlike a phoenix

he shook fresh wings
flexed honed talons
raised his crested head
and from hooked beak
there came a sound
like a choir of voices singing
the hero flapped three times
and soared out of the cavern
into the bluest sky
I'd ever seen

#dreams #lastnight #jung #archetypal

Jan 2016 Catalina

Family

Jan 2016 Catalina

Negative Creep

Family

I am

the drunken epitome of my mother.

I am

the anger that resides in my father.

I am

the fear in my sisters eyes.

I am

tearing us apart.

#fear #anger #family

Dec 2015 Catalina

Advocacy

Dec 2015 Catalina

A new girl in the WORLD

Advocacy

I am not an octogenarian
I am undoubtedly not clever
But i gave you a piece of counsel
If you are glum,
Leave your comfort zone and
Penned the flowing words into a paper
To see a new world which,
Scribbles trickles sparkles
*Twinkle twinkle.

A positive advice for all poet's

#encourage

Dec 2015 Catalina

Engender Calamity...

Dec 2015 Catalina

Darren Edsel Wilson

Engender Calamity...

We look at the world, why, we must wonder...
Whose nightmare am I living, whose blunder?

He casts off his shackles and buries this,
Yesterday does: the seed of destruction,
Lord of slaves, devourer of bliss.
Canticle of woe; death's pound of mutton.

He consumes it today, with sickle, and,
Calamity the teeth, death the mouth: sand.

Just my idea that any problem that we see today is either, because of something we did yesterday, or because of something we avoided yesterday.

We all know this to be true, but whether as an individual, as communities, nations, or as a species, we engender calamity by refusing to do the things that will solve the issues of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, by refusing to come together and eliminate our iniquities.

It starts on the ground level.

Change yourself = Change the world

Dec 2015 Catalina

The Covenant

Dec 2015 Catalina

William Cowper

The Covenant

(Ezekiel, xxxvi. 25-28)

The Lord proclaims His grace abroad!
"Behold, I change your hearts of stone;
Each shall renounce his idol-god,
And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone.

"My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds
To wash your filthiness away;
Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
And learn my statutes to obey.

"My truth the great design ensures,
I give myself away to you;
You shall be mine, I will be yours,
Your God unalterably true.

"Yet not unsought or unimplored,
The plenteous grace I shall confer;
No -- your whole hearts shall seek the Lord,
I'll put a praying spirit there.

"From the first breath of life divine
Down to the last expiring hour,
The gracious work shall all be mine,
Begun and ended in my power."