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 Feb 2018
WickedHope
There will be a morning
Like all the rest
When you turn over and open heavy lids
As you exit slumber you are startled
Because you are alone

You fell asleep alone
Yet you will be surprised
You call out, remembering the lives that once mingled with yours
They can be heard calling back
But they are not calling back to you

You lay in your nest
Wondering how all the birds flew away
When you've barely hatched
Just missing Kevy lately.
 Feb 2018
WickedHope
I choke and I panic
Because you can't love me
I claw at the windows of my soul hoping to break one
This stagnant air is suffocating
My prayers are that you aren't the tornado I fear you to be
******* up the remaining parts of me
Spin me around and spit me out
This is what attention is about
No validation
Only violation
Imploding expectations of the girl advertised
She is not the same as the prisoner inside
You can't love me, self
You never will
Thoughts. Late night. Impulsive write.
 Feb 2018
WickedHope
Dark eyes make me melt

Light eyes pull me in

Brown eyes are my weakness

Blue eyes are my sin
I am kinda obsessed with eyes, and this little blurb popped into my head the other day.
 Feb 2018
AD Sifford
Take it
where I cannot go
Take it
where I cannot follow
Bury it
in the ground,
far below
where it can't be found

Burn it, Lord
all to ash
Pick me up
like shattered glass
Find the pieces
here in me
Take me, now
and crucify me

Because I can't do this
on my own
You know that
You've seen that
You see this
You see me now
in the ground,
dying,
not breathing,
lying far beneath,
and grasping
just for air to breathe

Well this dirt on me
has made me see
exactly what I need

So take it, Lord,
all away
Wake me up
to a brand new day
I'm holding up
a yoke of shame
Replace it, God
Don't leave me the same

This load's too much
for me to bear
You see the Truth
in every tear
But I can't turn,
so please come here
And take me to a place
where I can look You in the face
And feel the comfort of your Grace
Because

I long to crucify this sin
I hope that You will take me in
I want to take it
to the grave,
throw it down,
and be remade
(I've tried, I've tried, I've tried)
But I can't do it,
not alone

So I ask You now,
please,
once and for all,
to intercede
for me
I’m asking You, Lord,
please,
just *take it
|Written March 24, 2012|

**Story**
Still religious and still struggling with addiction at the time this poem was written, it was a prayer of desperation.

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© 2017 A.D. Sifford
I'm okay with you sharing my poems, but I ask that you show courtesy. Please be honest about the authorship by attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford
 Feb 2018
MaryJane Doe
We
  Are star dust
You
   And I
Amidst
The bliss
Of this
Endless
Sky
Entities
Of energy
Striving
To survive
Truly
We are blessed
At best
To be alive
   We
Are star dust
   You
And I
Amidst
The bliss
Of this
Endless
Sky


I'm ever greatful
& Oh so thankful
That you
And I'd collide
Thank You ❤
 Feb 2018
MaryJane Doe
I exhale
  & watch
As you go
  The essence of me
Caught on the window
   A constellation
      Of condensation
       & I trace your name
    Bleeding the meaning
Of true window pane
This has to be the short version. Must expand on this still.
 Feb 2018
AnnaMarie Jenema
We are a poem,
My mom and I.
But I’ll never let her read it.
We are the kind of poem who laughs over pizza,
And my little brother crawling on the floor.
We share stories of her history,
Each one a fossil,
I try to recreate its towering beast.
But even so,
I can never get a word in.
A mask was created,
As to never let her in,
Block her from meeting the real me.
I crave her acceptance,
But hide through lies.
That’s the kind of poem we are.
I wish we had more in common,
Things we like to do together,
But excuses slither from her tongue,
As if these snakes are second nature to her.
Most nights I dream of what life would’ve been like,
Had I stayed with her,
And the nightmares begin,
Soon I catch myself crying in my sleep.
Because of her,
I am scared of myself,
And any potential for evil I may contain.
This is my least favorite poem,
The kind I wish I could chop off,
But somehow it’s seeded itself into a heart,
And grew there,
A wilted tainted tree which should have never sprouted.
We are a poem,
My mom and I,
But I’ll never let her know.
 Feb 2018
AnnaMarie Jenema
A light flickers inside the cavern of my chest,
A space never quite empty,
But never quite full,
As if treasures sat in my stomach,
But never reached my lungs.
Yet this light tries to fill the darkness,
And with it,
a warmth invades my thoughts.
A dragon lives inside me,
guarding the jewels in my kidneys,
and he makes his rounds through my heart.
Never once did I imagine that a thief could return to me,
What a loved one stole.
And yet,
My dragon sighs,
asking for me to wait.
When will this light shine so bright that it cannot be hidden through flesh,
And I,
a lovely flashlight will become your beckon?
 Feb 2018
a mcvicar
not hungover, just
left hanging over your words:
an endless melody
25.2.18
 Feb 2018
a mcvicar
i've spoken and i've lost them
the words that tied me together are fraying
i've been asked to stand up straight
to perform onstage
to forget my fears, even though these years
have been so tough,
i've always felt like i'm never enough
and you seem to urge me on so you can
badmouth me all night long
25.2.18
 Feb 2018
a mcvicar
i have not yet found a book that called it something other than cutting ties;

but in my head it is simply removing the paper band aids that connect me to other people, what i do best.

the city lights blink at me with the intensity of one looking to the person that abandoned them
in the face of these people, all I'm able to do is bow my head
and
surrender.
20.12.17  /  19.08  /  I have never been the hero, I'm just good at pretending.
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