All that he wants is a sign,
saying that he’s headed
in the right direction.

Instead, what he finds
is a cold ghost town
waiting for his inspection.

He is in a hurry
with no clue why
rolling heavy footed
down a highway
fifty-five.

All he really
wants to know
is that there is
something perfect
past his bookish
existence.

Hand in a holey pocket
searching for a broken locket
knowing that he lost it
and there is no way to be
forgiven for this stupidity.

Other people may learn
but he is driven to
run too many risks.

Till, the car twists
tumbles, hits solid bricks,
and he never wakes up,
cause he missed
the caution signs
saying slow down.
at wintertime.

Death..... the thought of it scares most of us but not me, I am intrigued by it. Like an adventure into the unknown with no point of return, what will I meet? A palace in the sky or a fiery hell that burns?
Nobody knows only the creator of the universe and he causes death so why mankind thinks it's a curse?
Only two times in our lives we are truly free,
In the practice of ***... seeing each other vulnerabilities, and pleasure so intense it takes the mind on a drift, and freedom is short-lived only by death is a man truly free from all earthly pains and misery. To forget about the body and focus on the soul is such an overwhelming transgression the body is not needed anymore, so when it's time to meet my peaceful end; I will embrace death like a long-lost friend.

Done by: KCG

They paint her black and cast her down, cutting deep wounds with their evil tongue. She who is painted black has the brightest light and the spirit of a lioness with the courage to fight. They are the flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood, yet they discard her as a stranger only remembering her in times of need and in times of danger. Nevertheless, she claims them as her own and I will live to see them bow to her cause she owns the throne. Life is a cycle of good and bad, some of those things you have to leave to god. They paint her black but her heart is gold she has endless love in that golden ore.

Done by:KCG
Rappel :Un enfant qui vit milieu tolérant  apprend la compréhension

i sent a postcard today
it must’ve not made it
past the clouds
and to the golden gate
where you await

denial:
you tell yourself
they just needed a break
a vacation for the day
until a vacation turns into a week
and a week to a month
then you realize all the questions you have
are left wrapped in cellophane

anger:
your presence to me
was as calm as the sea
until i remembered every promise
you ever made
and then suddenly i become the sea
and these waters are no longer
soothing to me
but are now a violent whirlpool
where all my emotions
end up in the middle of

bargaining:
this is where my “what ifs” come into play
and how my “what ifs”
create a fake imagination
to where it is now a fake escape
from any kind of pain
until i can adjust to what my reality
is now set up to be

depression:
these black out curtains
still aren’t dark enough for me
i can still see your face
sitting in every picture frame
on my walls
with your smile
hanging there picture perfectly

acceptance:
this is the final stage
now i finally feel alive and free
the sun is no longer my enemy
but is now a friend to me
to remind me everyday
that i am alive and okay
i am now content with this
being my reality