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 Mar 2015
EJT
It is the dashing, flickering sunlight past the naked trees' silhouettes I liken to a film reel.

I watched a sunset and I was enamored with my hand cutting through the night air.

The lot of my mind spilled out onto the street
and shone its own gleam in passerby headlights.

Growing fast and dimly into a state of melancholy,
I took a moment and a pause.

Now I wonder
Where the blunder,
Had come from?
What was done?


It's always been:
I find you at the broken end of each thought;
Steadfast and quiet, you're the horizon that I look to.
We met in the flickering strobelights of hesitation; greeting too close a depth that made us wonder unready, we fled.

I stepped into insomnia with thoughts spun in horror.
Met by my nightmare ghost leaning, I give a kiss of contempt.

I can understand that which is left to me in the dark.
Sometimes, you get blindsided by the past.
 Mar 2015
Nomad
You gave me your doubts,
your fears, troubles and all,
you came to me broken,
I came to break your fall.

I will not be your knight,
whose armor shines in the sun,
nor shall I be your hero,
not even "The One".

For I am your friend,
and that's all I'll ever be,
because that's what you really,
really need from me.

You don't need my life,
just my love and compassion,
please don't read too deep,
into every word and little action.

I am already signed and my heart already claimed,
please do not hang your head down,
down, ashamed.

You've done nothing to deserve that,
you're lost and confused I know,
so you came to a friend,
a friend you trusted you could go.

And I'm humbled and honored, that you would call me as such,
but I'm afraid that even I,
even I can only offer so much.

I'll give you food, water, medicine and supplies,
if you in trade give me your story, truth instead of lies.
For the house of cards you frailly built upon,
will blow away at the slightest breath, and then it shall be....
gone.

But I will point you to the Rock, to where you may solidly stand,
this shall be your safe ground, as it is Holy Land.
One day you'll realize, the beauty of your soul
is worth saving and the life you're living, actually has a goal.

You gave me reasons, why not to at all,
here I'm giving you the same, as to why you should live,
because my heart and friendship goes out to you, that much I can give.

One day, you'll thank me, and even your Maker,
for the bread was made of ingredients like you and me,
but Trust in God our Father, for He is like a Baker.

He'll kneed you, fold you, break you and mold you,
He'll do what it takes, to make you anew.

You are His Child, even if you don't know it now,
you'll find out soon enough, some way, some how.

Until then, and even after, I'll pray for you always,
and I shall always be your friend, for the rest of my days.

You... give me reason, to live and fight on,
now let me give you another chance, to see another beautiful dawn.
 Mar 2015
Lottie Charman
There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.

Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.

The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;

Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.
 Mar 2015
Delusional Minds
I'm the wind you feel on your skin,
The burn you're feeling within,
The hate engulfing your heart,
The pain that's making its mark,

Sparkin a flame in your brain while you sit in the dark,
Makin' its way to you, change or I'll rip you apart,

Tame it,
Quit complainin,
I'm stayin,
I'm the idea behind everything that you're sayin,

You think that you're free but you're mine,
I'm the evil inside deceiving your mind,
You keep thinking you're believing a lie,
But in time you'll see that I'll lead you to life,

Without me you'd be incomplete,
Face it, it's meant to be,
Take it, depend on me,
Everything you thought you knew,
Erase it and leave the rest to me,

Open the door to your mind and let us in,
You've been chosen to endure a new life you'll never comprehend,

So here we are,
I'm in your head,
And I'll be there until the end,

To whisper in your ear,
Grippin you with fear,
The shift in every gear,
The pain in every tear,

Your influence in movement,
Uninvited improvement,
To undermine you, intrudin',
Run inside you, confusin'-


I'm stuck in a mental loop,
Drink blood from the devil's spoon,
Breathe but need drugs to help it soothe,
Feel the need to speak up but don't know who to tell it to,

Listenin to whispers while it slithers in your thoughts,
See me pourin rivers cuz he hits you when he talks,

So here we are,
You're in my thoughts,
On and on it goes and never stops,

Blossom like a rose and birthed from death,
Crawl on burning coals, it hurts to sweat,

I'm caught in an endless fight,
Take my life in the breathless night,
Maybe I should repent this time,
Before I go completely blind,

Is it life or is it death?
Is there light in eternal rest?
All these questions feed my head,
Will I ever sleep again?

Why the **** do I need a test?
Life's just better when we pretend,
Cuz when it's not what it is,
Maybe I can deal with this ****** ****,

It hurts to think,
These are more than just words to me,
Maybe we can learn through dreams and define the true feeling of what burning means,

You make death so appealing,
But then again it depends on the feeling,
Make me believe that this place is worth it,
So that I can fulfill my painful purpose,

You can never know too much-


So what's it gonna be?
Come with me,
I'll make you what you wanna be,
But nothins free,
You'll have to pay,
Let's make a trade,
I'll make it all go away-
In case you don't figure it out,
The first part is the demon, second is me, and the short part at the end is also the demon...thanks for reading.
 Mar 2015
jeanette korbel
Eventually people stop talking I understand.
Iit feels just a week ago you were holding my hand.
I thought it wasn't just going to be me anymore.
Until the last time I talked to you,you walked out the door.
Evey night before i go to sleep I wonder why things change.
It seems as times fly past nothing stays the same.
I wish I can go back in life and fix my mistakes.
I would save alot of love lost and heartbreaks.
When I'm alone,
Dissonant chords echo as I play,
Along to the blasting noise,
Of a meaningless song.

When I'm alone,
Pen and paper call my hand,
To spill my heart in ink,
Until I bleed dry.

When I'm alone,
The glint of sharp metal,
Captures my searching eyes,
Tempting me always.

When I'm alone,
Death seems kinder,
A new start perhaps?
A second chance.

But I'm not alone,
Not anymore.
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
Feathers blossomed showering upon sight,
After a windshield hit all was in darkness.
The moments of blindness, reflexes
Each moment ushered away.

For not a moment wished or sought,
A** flurry of darkness covered like death,
These flightless left overs controlling
Every moment lasting a lifetime.

Fate lends us hands, delegates its plan
A motion, was it foreseen,
That which was and is about to happen
Every moment was it mapped out by fates hand.
 Feb 2015
Marisa Lu Makil
"Save me, Jesus," Lord, I cry
Lift me on Heaven's ray.
No longer in this awful world
Does my heart long to stay.

This wretched thing that I have done
A face so wrought with tears
My soul for now must bear the cross
For all my wretched years.

Take this cross from me, oh Lord
'Tis such a thing to bear
For all my senseless wanderings,
I seem to be nowhere.

A step here, a stumble there
My journey's taking me
Onto a road that leads somewhere
I never want to be.

Take me, Lord and take me now
So far away from here.
I know my wretched cries have reached
The Haven-Heaven's ears.

Jesus, thanks to you, I walk
Upon the narrow road.
No longer towards the devil's teeth
The broader, evil road.

I walk in my Jesus' arms
A Haven I know well.
He steers me on the narrow path
Now go I not to hell.

Through this narrow escapade,
I have learned to see
My savior never left my side
He's always been with me.

And through this trial'd walk of life
My burdens weigh still more
But every day I learn again
It's held still by my Lord.
God never gives us more than we can handle. When he carries us into, he carries us through.
 Feb 2015
Christine Eglantine
it is no secret
i am the women in the grocery store with a skirt too short that mommies warn you about
i am hot venom and warm beer and blood from your forehead
i am angry
and i have earned this wrath
i am angry
and i will use it to move mountains
i am angry
and every man who has ever ground their boots into my broken ankles, any man who dares speak my name with anything other than reverence or good humor, and man who tried to stand before me
had best watch their ******* backs
i am a bull with you in the corner of the pen
and i will rip out your ******* guts
and you will feel me for all i am all at once and be no more
i will show you who i am
and i will build bridges out of you
 Feb 2015
skyblueandblack
It is not the pain, but the hope, that hurts‘,
I insisted, thinking I was wise;
as he plucked two twinkling stars from the sky
and placed them in my eyes

My head upon his shoulder lain
he carried me to my resting hour,
climbing the tresses of Ferdowsi’s Rudāba
he freed me from the imprisoning tower

We’ve seen each other’s scars‘, he said
our imperfections seem so perfect
As I gaze into his fathomless eyes
my heart, in soothing undulation, swept

Carried away on an emerald ocean
within the cadence of my wanting,
the deeper you dive, the less violent the waves‘,
I immerse, the current no longer daunting

First buds break through winter’s frost
ushering the blessed re-birth of spring,
his kiss, a flame, melts the ice in my soul
re-awakening my heart to blossoming.
http://skyblueandblack.com/2015/02/15/it-is-not-the-pain-but-the-hope-that-hurts/
 Feb 2015
ryn
Arms outstretched like the branches of a tree
Aspiring to be amidst with those borne of sky.
Gnarly bark, imploring the eyes of another
Weathered and worn... Skin and grain but parched dry.

Twig-like fingers that would bear no leaves.
With open barren palms that hover in the wind.
Longing and thirsty for the tears of rain
Pining for the heavens to wash away all they have sinned.

Spreading disjointed roots dig in,
In touch with the unseen core buried deep.
A tainted trove of lifelong poisons...
They greedily drink and keep.

Lone little trunk... That shoots up strong from ground.
Sturdy and hale, at least to the naked eye.
When in fact it's core is rotting within,
Eaten away by the worm of a single unassuming lie.

Sad fruitless tree...
Standing amidst the green thriving brush.
It dies with the hours baked in sun...
One day it'll fall, consumed by the secrets trapped in a silent little hush...
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