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 Sep 2016
DC raw love
From a crippled thought,
that resides in our mind...

Stone encriptions,
from far away times.....

The sinking sun,
the rising moon...

The pressures on earth,
of love and gloom....

A world with no war....
Would mean a world with no religion...

So, if there is a god,
then peace should be easy...

From the minerals they seek....
To the poison they spread.....

It's blood for gold,
that's harvested on earth...

For control of the almighty dollar,
they seek to keep one in grief....

There is a world order,
that dates back in time....

If you would learn the blood line,
you would be surprised.....

The banks will be controled,
possibly by one....

Now marshall law,
can play it's part....

It may come into play,
and one day be law..
 Jun 2016
NvrMnd
I am not a woman
No, not a man either
No flesh so keep shush
Crossing borderlines
Of love and hate

Through letters
Perfectly distorted
By motion of emotions
Spilling ink through papers
I am born free to wander

My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away
From oblivion*

-I am a poem.
Lately I have this strange feeling of not being a human anymore.
I feel like my biological composition is fleeing and what's left are pure emotions.
And it's actually good, I can be anywhere, be anyone, genderless but still has an identity..
-Equality and Freedom-
 Jun 2016
Green Eyed Blues
Sometimes that feeling comes back
That love that penetrates my skin
And crawls on under
That infects my cells
Leaving me with little control,
Intoxicated in the puddle I become
It convinces me to excuse the inexcusable
To sweep it all under the rug
Leaving me feeling like a puppet and you're holding onto the strings

You owe me an apology
I don't think this will ever go away
I don't think I'll ever get one
You're a cancer that doesn't **** instead makes me wish for death

It's starting to wane on my me
I'm ground and run down
I don't know how much longer I have until I'm only powder
Scrambling to be put back together and having no substance to even dream of dreaming I can be whole

Blue Skies or Gray
What's the difference
To me it's all the same

You'd think you were making a profit off my pain
But really I think it was all in good fun
 Jun 2016
Mike Hauser
If I could just take back that moment
How many drift into that thought
Then I wouldn't be without
That which I have lost

Turn back the tick of time
Spin left heavy the hour hand
Then what I lost would still be mine
Stopping mid pour, time's grain of sand

If I could you know I would
But alas I can't
And with that said I know it's best
To leave it in God's hands
I can't get the tragedy of my friend losing her 10 year old nephew in that horrible accident while on a missions trip in Mexico out of my heart and mind. The family while heartbroken is handling it well with Jesus Christ as their foundation. When your world crumbles the strength of the Lord will keep it steady.
 Apr 2016
Mara W Kayh
Words are empty
Unless you mean what you say
I surmised one still, moonless night.
Even as early spring beckons outside my door
my heart
remains devoid.
-
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I take my vow of silence, solemnly.
Hiding Behind the glass pane
Waiting..
for tangled feelings
Webbed and aged by neglect
to unravel,
inevitably,
and stir my pen.
Another bout of silence. Nothing much is pouring out of me these days... I think the cat ate my tongue.
 Feb 2016
Pixievic
*****, gin, wine or ***
Anything will do
A girl needs something strong
Just to get her through
In this utter crap & solitude
To which I find I'm living
My friends are Henny's cider
Or any other sin
Tobacco and not eating
Are helping me lose weight
And perhaps a line of coke will do
To deaden all the hate
I really should take more care
Especially for the child
But I still can't quite remember
The last time that I smiled
To self destruct is what I know
From years of selfish pain
But I will pull through
I will be strong
I will return again

(C) Pixievic 2016
I actually wrote this last year at the beginning of my divorce - I am getting stronger - & I believe I have returned!!
I keep my head down and my mouth shut
You speak only when spoken to , I have nothing to say
I cleared the table and head into my room I fall asleep
I hear him approach the bed
I'm so warm, my blanket is soft
His eyes are gray with a hint of green, cinnamon colored hair
I have memorized the top of his head ,every crease every hair
His face is thin, I think he is tired
He smells musty , but he always taste sweet
I hate him but I don't want him to leave
As he takes off his pants he places my hand on his man spot
I was so unsure what to do with it
  I'm getting better he is a good teacher
I roll it between my fingers it's warm and growing
It always wants a kiss my mouth is small I do my best
His hands hold my head tight it hurts
I get so confused when he makes these sounds. He sound's so angry. When he is done he leaves me for the night
I lie rubbing myself against the pillow Confused to why do I feel like this?
My heart beats so fast and I wonder if Daddy will be back?
He is a good dad we go outside and play
He has taught me how to write and read he is so proud of me
I'm special and I get special treats
I set the table where having company
I have a new dress and feel so cute
The woman of the house since mom passed away
It's  hard to remember  the rules I don't like him ,mad, my bones hurt when bruised
Don't eat until Fathers sitting down at the table that is one not to forget As we all sit down to eat, I clench my tiny hands hiding my secrets  under there
My heart goes out to all children who have suffered this abuse. Tragic and sick I did this so quick I did not edit it
 Dec 2015
Jellyfish
I wonder,
have you forgotten about me yet?
I'm not sure that I'll ever forget you
even though I'm wanting to, so badly
It seems my mind isn't ready to let me.
But I have to keep trying.
And it'll take a while for me to stop crying
but at least I won't be denying,
my longing for you
to still be in my life.
Yeah, we had strife
but somehow we managed and
right now I'm tired of standing
here without you beside me.
Please just pull the knife out of me
set me free from this agony, maybe
give me an anaesthetic to numb all
of this pain.
I'm waiting for Felicia Amnesia to
sink into my brain.
It hurts to miss you.
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