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 Dec 2016 HerrAichach
Laura Duran
I bow my head in prayer Dear Lord
and I lay at your feet
Those that suffer, those in pain,
Your children that are in need.

Your people that are preyed upon
are crying out in fear
Heed their prayers, protect them,
and all that they hold dear.

Touch the hearts of those in power
for they can end their pain.
With your guidance the sun will shine
and chase away the rain.

Help us to find our courage
to keep fighting the good fight.
May we choose the righteous path,
put aside differences and finally unite.

I have faith in you my God
I know you are the way.
Love can conquer hate this night
and make way for a brand new day.

                                       Amen.
Feeling extremely unloved and worthless
A teenager's life can be difficult, and clueless
Young and restless,
Tall, slender and harebrained
We struggled with untimely feelings
Our heart becomes our mind. And
our mind become weak by older men flattering words

It has been over thirty odd years, and yesterday
for the first time  I saw an image of the thief
I felt betrayed and disgusted by the looks of Mr. Thievery

My non forgiving heart kept saying forgive the old weasel
My evil twin whispered: spat on the memories of the womanizers
He died with the memories.  But not the lasting,
loving dreams of feeling and emotions

The earthly, scent of the marijuana breathes
Still lingered in my brain: Was I insane?
Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and rough hands
Against my delicate smooth skin.  I spat on that
Our ****** relationship seem more like a crime to remember
Than any I have ever been in: I too spat on that
The years seems so long:

His ****** expression synchronizes with his life
Time clicked away last Thursday for Allie Moore.
R.I.P: brethren!

He did not know what it meant to love or feel love: Quote Michael
 Dec 2016 HerrAichach
Pax

words creates strings of emotions,
it connects from one reader to the other.

-quote-
i just had a passing thought earlier on what to do next year or whenever i got the time to retrack my life. I really wanted to write a story or a tale. I want it to be completed this time. When writing a story went inside my heart, i manage to write several chapters but i never got to finish them. I always thought that my knowledge or experiences wasn't enough for me to built a solid plot or realistic/fantasy viewpoint. I remember this quote i wrote for a review in wc i did last week and realize that our poetic words is an extension of our life's strings, maybe this is one reason why i write quotes which reflects my life and the life around me whenever it is in writing or reality. It is a reminder, a guide, or even a inspiration to those who write. You know, at some points within my realm of thoughts, i tried to forget and even give up writing because i have a low self-esteem, as i grow older it never went up to confidence, so it went to my heart and become stone that i went on isolation to never finding any relationship, even friendship on the real -world i considered them as acquaintance, i built up a wall upon myself. sigh... i got side track on my life, sorry for that... my point now it that never stop writing, as i am doing myself to keep on going. thanks for reading....
It was a handful
of empathetically attentive people
who noticed that she was absent,
even though she was standing
in the centre
of the well-lit room,

It was the same few
helpless people
who witnessed the moment
that she disappeared;
as she vanished
into the dense thickness
of Anxiety's terrifyingly wretched,
invisible,
shroud of gloom.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Anxiety is my enemy,
always has been,
and I'm almost sure that it always will be.
I've lost so much because of it,
but I will never stop fighting
for control, and my freedom.

I thank everyone for their support.
If
we were in love
so deep in it
we fell
without rising

but then i deviated;
i broke you with my fingertips.

if only i had known that it was all my fault,
if only i had seen how hurt you were,
if only i had noticed you beneath those stars, aching for me,

i would love you even more.
           but it's fine now.
you have moved on and is transcending into something new.

if only i could do the same too.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
My Bride
When I seen her
I new it was love at
First sight her golden
Blonde hair so bright
So shiny her smile
So bright so pretty
She lightens up every
Room cherished by
Utter love never hurt
Always loved I cannot
Ever find happiness inside
My heart with any other
Women but her she
Takes my breath away
Every time I see her
Bright smile my heart
Smiles so brightly
Utter love utter happiness
I'm truly in love
And always will be
With my beautiful
Bright loving wife.
David P Carroll
Lovers
Darling,
asking me to explain why I love you
is like asking me to describe the color red...
Because no one can quite articulate
and it has never,
ever
been said.
You still say.
Every day.
"If you truly love me darling,
describe the color red."
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