Darkness,Pain,Life,and Happiness

Mar 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

An innocent pure-white heart
does not see manipulation coming
from a distance,

It does not imagine such hurtful things
in its gentle empathetic existence.

It does not see the dark evil monsters
behind their masks--in disguise,

It does not recognise the difference
between genuine truth and shifty ***** lies.

By Lady R.F (c) 2017

Mar 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Divine Voices

I really hit rock-bottom,
It felt like the earth
had swallowed me whole,

I was in total pitch-black darkness,
I felt mentally and emotionally numb,
whilst all alone in that pit--that morbid hole.

I didn't know what was happening,
I was drowning in sheer madness,
I was unable to stand,

I wasn't able to think straight,
I needed to hold a loving, caring, friendly hand.

Then, came a voice from above me,
Or maybe it was all in my head,

It told me to listen carefully,
It told me not to give up,
I had only fallen, I was not dead.

It reminded me that I am precious,
It reminded me that I am strong,

It reminded me that I am worthy,
that I am beautiful, inside and out,
and that surrendering was very,
very wrong.

This voice fed me
desperately needed courage
and Self-compassion,
It reached into my soul,

It gave me new direction,
It pulled me out of that dark,
scary, lonely, black hole.

It was full of love and wisdom,
It was empathetic and kind,

It was exactly what i needed,
A message from God,
straight to my heart,
clearing my chaotic mind.

I have gone through a difficult transformation,
I have gone back to being the real me
that I was many years before,

I am seeing and thinking clearer...
I pray that this transition
is successful and permanent -
may I stay true to myself
forevermore.

By Lady R.F (C) 2017

A blessing came from hitting rock-bottom.
I believe it gave me the courage to remove the smog i hid behind.
I am me again,
Yes i am Rosalie again -
God is great!

Still a long way to go,
but I'm feelimg like the real me again.
A special thank you
to my precious friends
for holding me up.
I appreciate you all!

Mar 2017

Walter W Hoelbling

his hands

when the telephone rang
at six in the morning
four days before Christmas Eve
   I knew
things were not right

they told me
   my father had died
   at three in the morning
   and would I please come by
   arrange for the burial
   and collect his belongings
at the senior citizens home
where he had spent
the last four years
of his life

they had rested him nicely
he looked at peace
I kissed him on his forehead
   like I always had
   at the end of my visits
and cast a last long look at his figure
   before the body would be taken away

    and suddenly I noticed
       how big his hands were
    they’d never seemed so prominent before

as if in death they sent me a reminder
of how much he had loved his hands
   for work   for play  for sports
   for fight and for survival
   to point and to gesticulate
      they held me as a baby and
         some times
      slapped me as a child
   they repaired toys   split wood
   built sheds   drove cars and motor bikes
   were patient and precise
   caressed and soothed and loved

they were his life
they held his world

my father’s hands

It took me 5 years to pen this first verse about my father's death ... difficult...

#death #father #loss #hands #absence

Mar 2017

ryn

Spectrum Indigo

I* leapt and dove into the depths of indigo
Night spilled carelessly onto my sky
Darkness smothered with tides of indigo
I almost drowned and whimpered a cry
Grappled with the vagueness of indigo
Out of the *blue, I'd emerge with a heavy sigh

#indigo #hellopoetry107 #spectrumseries

Mar 2017

Ash Levi Von Stein

Gender Dysphoria

It can happen any place any time.
The feeling of you not being who you are or what you want.
The iron grip in your chest telling you that you are wrong.
The darkness in your heart telling you that this is not what you are.
Feeling that you are a girl when you are meant to be a guy.
Feeling like a guy when you are meant to be a girl.
Feeling like you will never get to the point of being who you want to be.
Feeling alone in the battle of this of identity and your soul.
Alone you feel and nothing can fix it.
But it will slowly go away in time.
Leaving you woth little confidence and power to make it through the day.

Gender Dysphoria happenes to a lot of people. Not just transgender people. But gender fluid and gender queer. And a whole lot more people out there.

#genderdysphoria

Mar 2017

Gidgette

Hourglasses, and Gravel Stockings

I've knelt,
for moons upon moons
Tears flood and drown me
Gravel, dirt
in my knees,
worn as
mere decoration,
stockings
Dust
collected by Time
in an
Hourglass
Paper heart,
Upon moonlit
Paper heart
Time is
Still
And there is
No answer....

Mar 2017

Christopher Victor Russon

Two Fold.

A simple poem is like a caterpillar
On a leaf.

The poem starts growing
Until a butterfly is complete.

Then bright coloured wings take to flight
All God's work for our delight.

Mar 2017

Christopher Victor Russon

The Singing Shepherd.

The echoing sound of seagulls
Flying above the sea
And leaves upon their branches
Such a wonderful harmony.

Nature's inspiration was it
The reason for his call
From a humble shepherd on the land
To packing out town halls.

Music there within his soul
And words inside his head
Singing was his only goal
His future, good as read.

He sang his songs every day
He was asked to join a choir
Little did he realise
His fame would grow much higher.

He made a massive impact
Wherever he would go
Although he never wrote a song
His voice would steal the show.

He found himself a little band
They became like family
He treated them like brothers
The way that it should be.

Suddenly his fame was over
The result of a tragedy
Sadly he left us
Leaving behind his legacy.

Mar 2017

Christopher Victor Russon

Storms of War.

The birds have returned
And peace emerges
In the form of a dove.
Life on the rise again
Children living normal
Lives once more
Playing in fields
Like they did before.
The deadly dark cloud
Replaced by bright sunny skies
Erasing memories of the past
Painting the world with new colours
The rising tide of hope
Washes away the fear of war.

Mar 2017

sunprincess

(haiku)- A haiku Breaking all the rules Haiku

He loves me everyday
woo! hoo!...and i love him, too
what more can I say!
xoxo

#love #haiku #romance