Alone - Hello Poetry

Apr 2016

Lachrymose and Lies

Distance

The only thing keeping us apart, is a moon and a million miles
x

#love #passion #relationships #away #miles #you #distance #long

Apr 2016

DaRk IcE

Invincible Youth

Perhaps lifes pleasures
Seek darkness beneath goodness
Slithering into the forbidden
Fruits
Your soul harbors
Lustful fantasies replaying
During rebellious years when life
Meant something
To a younger image of
A fearless
You
Living without limits, soaring
Head on into the fire
And
Becoming one with the
Flames
Tempting danger in the face
With guns drawn
Never taking 3 steps back
Those were the days when fate
Still meant something in my heart
And mornings were easy
To face
Limitless was the thought of
The day
And anything was possible
Youth is so innocent, and invincible
To a cruel, unforgivable world
But you don't know anything about
That
You live as if the world is a
Silver platter in which you
Stand upon
Handed anything you desire
And every wish is
Granted

Apr 2016

Madeysin

Toilet Bowl

As I caress your porcelain neck, my hands start to get a better grip. The cry comes out as *****. The self pity, in tears to blend with the water below. All drains lead to the ocean, I begged the current to take me away with it's flow. Because all you can remember is 16 year old you...happy about food on holidays. While your mom harasses you to hate yourself. She said," Go! Go stand naked infront of that mirror and I can be certain you will never be happy about food again." And so I carress you, with bruised knees and a broken heart.

Apr 2016

Madeysin

Non-apology

His hands found my waist like a thirsty corset, haven't heard from him since.

Empty, empty, empty, empty.

Apr 2016

Justin S Wampler

'Dead' without the 'e'

I wonder, the last time I saw you,
did I tell you I loved you then?
Because I don't think I ever realized
that I'd never see you again.

Apr 2016

Madeysin

Autopsy: the morning after

With a few drinks in my veins,
The world blurred together,
I woke up with bruises,
On collar bones and laid next to excuses,
As to why I had wanted "it",
I couldn't remember,
With a few drinks in my veins,
I stayed asleep next to some excuses,
I couldn't lift my head.

Mar 2016

brandon nagley

A prayer for Mrs.Evangeline Sardua( Jane's mother)

Mayest thy body be healed
By Jehovah's hand's
Of heaven's field's;
Wherein his tonic
Is spirit, light, and
Love.

Mayest thy ailment's
Leaveth, and thy
Sickness to
Grieveth;
From the source
Of all creation, compassion,
That cometh from above.

Mayest Yahweh's Angel's,
Around thee be vangled,
As thine husband comfort's
Thee, breathe easy in and
Out, remember by Christ's
Stripes thou were made
Free, not just from sin;
But all thing's of Satan's
Seed.

Mayest the seraph's
Be sent to thine heart,
Mayest the demon's
Depart, who feed off
The living, whom
Breed on sickly
Planning, though
Remember Mrs. Sardua;
The Almighty's word's- Fear thou not, for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley \ Mrs.Sardua dedication ( Jane's mother, Mrs sardua) prayer dedication

Vangled-or vangles is a word I made up meaning ( protective source of gods power, protecting angels of gods highest degree and healing power...)
Yahweh- another name in Hebrew for our Christian God just like Elohim, or the almighty, or great I am. Or Jehovah.
Wherein- means in which.

KJV bible-
Isaiah 41:10 - Fear thou not; for I [am] with thee: be not dismayed; for I [am] thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness....

Jane told me her mother was vomiting all. Morning and was very sick. Her mother's getting older as is her father... Any Christians out there who pray I ask you can pray for Jane's mother Mrs sardua for her sickness and vomiting to go away. Would be a nice gift for Mrs sardua especially on Easter Sunday. The day representing our Savior raising again from the grave Yeshua ha'mashiach- ( Jesus the Messiah) raising the third day being seen by many the fourth day and even after that for fourty more days.... If you can pray for Mrs sarduas complete healing physically and healing for Jane and her families worries would be a blessing... Thank you very much.
Sincerely Brandon Cory nagley.....

Mar 2016

Brandy Nicole

Whiskey Tears

Where to hide,
But in a bottle.
For the night I long, could never
cover me.
Though even in my drunken stupors,
I feel a longer of that touch..
And with it carries a phrase.
Oh how you dared to throw me out
before a sound.
I long for the night,
the cold box of sanity I reach
for in the bottle with your name.

Mar 2016

Madeysin

But Who's to Blame?

He brought out all my scars, with backhands and ill tempered beers.

Mar 2016

Madeysin

Sleeping Around

I'm the misinterpreted bathroom decor, that you keep bumping into but dont bother to take down. Because I fill the cracks in your walls, even though I'm not a conversation piece. They still talk, and the faucets stay on and I drown and rust. While you pack up and leave. A permanent fixture, still hung up on you.

Mar 2016

Phil Lindsey

In the End

In the End, the Faithful were rewarded,
But there were just a few.
In the End, most screamed with terror,
As the guilty always do.
In the End, there was a final vote,
And we thought consensus ruled,
But in the End, the voting over,
We discovered we were fooled.

In the End, we ran for shelter,
There was none there to be found;
All the Faithful had secured it;
For they were Heaven-bound.
As the flames lept all around us,
We begged forgiveness from our Lord
In a Hell of our own makng,
With riches saved we can’t afford.

For the riches we were chasing,
Stole the goodness from our soul.
All the gold and all the silver
Melted into worthless coal,
And I stood and watched with sadness
Knowing I had had my chance
As the flames lept all around me,
Hell’s eternal damning dance.
PwL 3/19/16

#sin #hell #armageddon

Mar 2016

M Blake

So tired and alone

"Someone save me" I call out, but off a wall of isolation it rebounds.
No here can hear the sound, my silence resounds.

On the outside stark and still, noone can set me free.
There is nothing they can do because I hold the key.

But I can't let myself out; its not safe out there
That's why they put me in here.

I think i've slept 4 hours in two days. Can't really write or think or do anything.

Mar 2016

Justin S Wampler

the whispers inside

Songbirds, like lost lovers, call to each other in the pale morning sun.
The wet grass darkens the cloth draped over her torso as she lies
down and considers the people who used to be so **** nice to her.
So joyous, their eyes brimmed with light and appreciation.
She saw those old eyes in the floating clouds, she saw them in the
negative space between the fallen leaves, she saw them seeing her
through the reflections in the ripping creek water as it rushed by.
Little glints of light, like shimmers of the way things used to be,
dance in her sight and taunt her to try and find a way to fix everything.
A way to return the light to her life.
A way to see those eyes again.
The eyes of the people
who used to be so nice.