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 Nov 2014 rufus
Elaine M Smith
I learned something today- comforting someone doesn't always take words.

Sometimes, it's simply the steadfast presence of someone who cares; someone who wishes he or she could do something to take away the pain. And whether the pain be physical or emotional, there's still the feeling that something should be done, something should be said.

But words don't always come. And even if they do, murmurings of comfort, of "it'll be okay", don't always do the trick.
Maybe someone just needs to be there.

Be the crying shoulder, hold a hand, offer a hug.
Because oftentimes, the pain cannot be escaped.

Only endured.
 Nov 2014 rufus
Ember Evanescent
You know what?

I genuinely believe that I am unlovable.

Not even in the self-pitying way, I just have thought about it and I really think that no one could ever truly love me.

I have too many flaws that get in the way.

If I am imperfect then I can't be perfect enough for them

If I am perfect then I am not the quirky beautifully rare girl they want

I am too violent and weird

I am too hateful and grudging

And the worst part is

I don't even WANT to stop being violent and weird or hateful or grudging

I wish someone would love me for it

because I love those who are deadly loyal, absurd, not afraid of a little violence (not abusive, just to be clear. I do not support that) those who hate things because the more passionately they hate, the more passionately they love as well. And someone who holds a grudge actually cares about things. I would love a boy who was all those things but no guy wants a girl who can't let go of things and spends all her time muttering to herself about how worthless and ugly she is because that has become my hobby I don't even realize I am doing it sometimes.

I just don't think anyone could ever really truly fall in love with me.

That makes me kind of sad I guess... :(
I don't know, just a late-night-I-am-so-lonely-why-am-I-so-unlovable-mood.
 Nov 2014 rufus
Drake Brayer
The Fog is deep, it surrounds my heart
In shallow caves it sleeps, its moist air tastes ****
The air is a brew, of fatal whispers and final words
Piercing eyes in lieu, of a smile that draws blood like swords
Her eyes are alive, moving thunder in a liquid frame
With open arms I dive, beneath the engine of a moving train
A hollow heart comprised, of empty pockets and forbidden shame
Her lilting smile gives rise, to the enclosing embrace of pain
 Nov 2014 rufus
Jamie L Cantore
All coveted gladsomeness is near it's end,
and from all it's foolish manifestations
I must refrain.
Despite this I do offer something of my intimacy,
without frustrations or complaint;

my legacy to come before my decadence,
not after,
(tho I am without fortune in even this regard.)

I give of myself freely
for I know generous equivalence
to such an award is given thereafter, and without
restraint.

It will not be just a reward,
but a just reward.

Blessed am I in my unfaded attitude,
for I have discovered how to
gaze on attributes,
not thru my old insensate reveries,
but after personal growth
-despite hearing the defeatists scholarly jokes-
those remorseless platitudes,
unjust whisperings on
the philosophies
of human constructs and concerns
throughout history;

these meandering mortals
and their mutterings then to scatter thru the great hall!

So be it so, I will be understanding, cordial.
After all, I still have to undergo the passive experience,
to go on examining the concrete nature
of this thingness in awe
of a heightened certainty
where esteem and pride must be earned by all,

a sense inspiring of something far better,
a spirit untied, unfettered,
is that impulse of the will that urges humanity on
by strong moral pressure.
 Nov 2014 rufus
betterdays
we walk the path
set before us
admitting
we walk
into the known
and comfort of
affability
just once
i would like
to
explore
new worlds
some not so bright
and beautiful..

to tresspass in
an unkown jungle
of acerberic words
and roaring truth
would be and adventure

to kayak down
the rapids of
neighborhood insanity
would be a refreshing
thrill....

but once again...
we walk politely
in single file
around the zoo...

all well manicured
all maintained
secrets locked
within gilded cages

will that be one sugar
or two...
and keep off the grass
now.....that means you...
 Nov 2014 rufus
hellopoet
Further on, always together;
no moss shall we gather.
Our voices echo in the distant sky;
high above, our words shall fly.
 Nov 2014 rufus
Daniel Magner
I can define
pain
sorrow
regret
they rest in the furrows
of my brow
the ache in my shoulder
no hesitation to place
death I'm my mouth
but ask me to uncover
joy
ecstasy
hope
my words fall short
they flit from my stomach
to my lungs
and right past my teeth
before I can breathe them
back to my body
hurt is a household name
while happiness merely
haunts me
Daniel Magner 2014
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