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 Oct 2014
Mica Light Poetry
And it's right now, that I would grab your body in astonishment of its existence. Screaming for me to touch it. Love it. Kiss me. Hard. And you would. And we would, play. Laugh. Feel. Grow. Become, one flowing unit of constant embracement. Everything is perfect here and I never want to leave this place. Can we not grow up here? Grow old? Grow fine and grow molds, of the rest of our life? From this.
This is the perfect state of existence...
In your arms.
I ******* miss that.

But its not even you anymore. Whatever part of us that had this is slowly fading, and it's tearing apart my deepest scars. For now, what are they for?
My resentment to love has a firey core.

*And its ashes are on your lips.
 Oct 2014
Mir
There are times when I glance over at happy looking people living normal looking lives and wonder are you dying inside? Is your mind collapsing under the harsh reality of life? Do you cry yourself to sleep at night? Harm yourself when no ones around? and I wish they would answer, say "yes,I do" and I could tell them they aren't alone, and everything is going to be okay, and they just have to believe, because they matter.
Everyone matters. Everyone deserves to be happy.  
Everyone is worth living for.
I have many friends suffering from depression right now and I wish there was a way I could show them how much they matter and how much I love them
 Oct 2014
Paula Lee
She just sits there
still as a statue,
Silence fills the room
her memories run to you;

Gnarled hands in her lap
eyes filled with such pain,
Her minds retreated
She's with him again;

It happens more often now
as her eyes grow dim,
You might catch a smile
She's back dancing with him;

He's been her only love
these last 60 years,
She can't live without him
you know by her tears;

And the look on her face
says it all today,
she's biding her time
Til he comes to take her away;

Every day she's getting closer
Everyday one more prayer,
Heaven's her destination
Because her Heart is there!
Someday Love!!!
 Oct 2014
Louise

Why did I fight so hard
and for so long
to escape
from 'their' prison
when I've found myself
creating my own
and without realising it.

Negative emotions arrive
and I welcome them in.

I must break down my own walls,
stand taller,
walk right through
these self designed
captive thoughts.

They hold me
tie me up,
weigh me down.
I've allowed myself
to be confined
once more.

What was the point
in fighting so hard
for so long?

I'm hoping this is a subtle reminder to myself
 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
~~~



i am broken
i am broken
i'm a broken girl

I am tired
i am tried
of this cold cruel world

it is pointless
it is pointless
it's pointless it seems

when you're broken
when you're broken
and have no dreams

~~~

I am broken
i am broken
I'm a broken man

there is no one
there is no one
who really understands

how can i
how can i
live in this place?

the eternal
the eternal
rat........ race

~~~

I was broken
I was broken
for you my child

I lived here
I lived here
in this world so wild

I was beaten
I was beaten
and hung on a cross

I died
I died
for the lost

I know all
I know all
that you go through

when you're broken
when you're broken

I'LL RESCUE YOU



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 20, 2014
This is a rewrite of a song
I wrote in 2009

It is posted for a poet friend...

Jesus was labeled illegitimate
From birth... which means he
Was ostracized

He spent many years alone

He never married

He was criticized and tempted
By trickery throughout His
Ministry... many of His followers
Abandoned Him... even His
Inner circle lacked faith
Didn't pray for Him during the
Most trying time of His
Short life... one denied Him

And one totally betrayed Him... with a KISS.

Most people know the rest
Of the story....

What did He say almost with
His final breath?

Father, FORGIVE THEM.
FOR THEY KNOW NOT
WHAT THEY DO...

HE FORGAVE US.
WHO ARE WE NOT
TO FORGIVE OURSELVES?
 Oct 2014
SG Holter
I searched for meaning
In religion and philosophy.
Taking on gods and
Prophets.

Gained some wisdom, but
Ended up confused more than
Enlightened.
Lost the little firm footing
I had.

I searched in arts and music.
Interprating. Analyzing.
Enjoying and disliking.
Expressing and being
Alternative. Original.
Outside the box.

All I gained was an unhealthy
Love of wine.
Less meaning than I
Began with.
Some pretentious friends.
More confusion than ever.

So I stopped searching.
Stopped chasing.
Stood still drawing fresh,
Crisp morning air into
My lungs, then felt it travel
To my soul.

I closed my eyes and heard
Her heartbeat through her
Naked chest; her collar bone
Against my temple.
Attuned my own to hers.
Dancing. Still.
Dancing. Still.
Dancing. Still.

Everyday magic.
Adventure within trivialities.
Dirt on the knees of my new
Jeans from recieving a hug from
A five-year-old.

Seeing pride in the eyes of my
Parents from a distance.
Unretainable love
And lust in the eyes of
My woman on a Tuesday afternoon.  
No special occation at all.
Just here,
Now.
Us.

No need to struggle.
To search.
To run after anything.
Just relax. Observe. Appreciate.
Love. Long for, then
Enjoy.

Nothing is without reason.
There's meaning in  
Everything you sense,
Everywhere you are;

You.
 Oct 2014
Rj
I was sitting at the top of the Ferris wheel
Alone in gondola, swaying at the top
The lights flickered below, and a breeze blew
And I hit an all time low,
When I reached for a hand, any hand
But there was not one there
 Oct 2014
JWolfeB
A teachers heart is one of learning.
Of constant modification.
Lending pieces of it at the sound of a child's voice.

What is not seen  
Are the broken parts.
The times when my heart falls out of my chest.

My child, I am sorry
My child, you don't deserve it
My child, here is safe

A heart of protection.
Showing each student their worth
Value more valuable than the words of this poem

Without you my child
My heart
Would simply

collapse
Thinking about my students and how much they mean to me today and how much they deserve and how much some of them don't actually get.
 Oct 2014
SG Holter
Unearthed,
Broken hearts by the millions
Unnerved,
By the sounds of so many tears
Understood,
Everyone has felt this way
Lost loves,
Dying in our minds for millions of years

Earthed,
Secrets within revelations.
The numbers of stars, yet as
Concealed as them all; how
Something as bright as light can be
Hidden behind the undarkness of
Day.
All human tears are not the results
Of crying.
All human tears are the same one. One
Water.
Life. Pain. Laughter.
Pain. Life.
Earth cares as little as soil.
  

And yet the Earth is filled with laughter
Tears
Pain and life.
It knowing not the difference is beyond the point
Caring,
That the light we can all bring
To shine shadows upon this unforgiving ground
Then the sound of the last tear drop
Shall bring the endless cycle to a stop.

Spirals cycling endlessly
In optionable directions.
Dancing or
Duelling. Loving or
Lying. Living or dying
Trying, crying.
Waste not heart's blood on
Grounds. All it takes is
Enough breath to clear
The skies.
It's only life, mother.
Weep not for my death;
Laugh that I lived.
A thousand hates, yet the
One love I shall recall.
I name no flying
To fall*.
When I smile, my tears
Quench my thirst.
Endless cycle.
We can all choose to
Spiral
Upwards.
Great to work with you, TGWLY. Nice work! Thank you.
 Oct 2014
Pax
I outfitted my worn-out clothes
Then in the far mirror, I see myself
I look behind the old me
Look pass the masked he wears,
Staring…  

After what seems like a few seconds,
I finally asked him;

“Have I neglected you?”

He didn’t answer…
A single tear fell in his left eye
And then I understood…

“I am sorry, I let you stay behind
masked for too long
muffled you for quite some time.
We all know society is cruel place to be.
We need to be strong and I needed to be stronger.
It was for our sake.
But then it was just me being a coward
                            - afraid to faced reality.

Now look at us, we’re both crying for the decisions
we’ve made long ago. It was not your fault,
I’m to blame with all of this crap.
I made you do it, I convinced you with my
Fears. And I am truly sorry for that.”


I break down into sobs. He simply hugs me, not saying anything.
Then he fades away.

I dried away the tears I shed
And found something,
     a feeling I never knew he give.
I found forgiveness.
I was able to forgive myself
From the things I did.
To stay past the past mistake,
To face the new kinda old me…

Then I realized;
It is important to forgive yourself
To be able to move forward.





written 09/27/2014
*© Pax
Taken from the depths of my soul. Very raw. An emotional pondering.

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