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Part of my soul is here, part is there. My emotions are everywhere. My dreams are broken into pieces, I feel like a puzzle with missing pieces. What I would not give to feel whole again. Like a tree that was struck by lightning, I am fractured into. I don't know how to pull it all back together. I am not sure what to do?
Everywhere I turn there is endless need. It overwhelms your senses it can bring you to your knees. The weight of all the clamoring voices can be deafening.  Perhaps the best way to help is to simply take someone's hand. Speak quietly and say help me understand. Find out how can help and simply fill that need. Then ask the person you helped to do the same. Pass kindness along one good deed at a time. If we all do this then I think we will all be just fine.
Needles laid out on the counter, knives sharpened and clean. Each day feels like I am living in a dream of pain that will not end. Life hurts so much, I just want to lay down and not get up. I can see the destiny in front of me. The question is just how do I get there? I can inject myself with too much happiness or perhaps cut myself again. Just a little deeper this time and a little closer to the vein. I feel like I am walking on the ledge of a tall building and life is the cold wind pushing me. I try to hold onto reality, but my grip is slipping fast. I don't know how much longer living on the edge can last.
No I am not suicidal. This poem is simply a dark reflection of parts of life that we seem to overlook or forget
I walk around in a daze, I feel like I am not inside of myself. People see me and just pass me by. I look like everybody else but the truth is that I am high. I can't seem to function in reality. I live a life of a lie. I don't get my medicine from a street corner, pharmiticuals keep me supplied. I take my emotional support each morning, they gladly give me them 90 days at a time. I function and I can smile, but sometimes I just want to die. Is it part of some kind of game, perhaps I cannot see the whole picture. I only know that I need to crash and escape the induced coma that I walk around in each day. I am not sure but I think that I am not the only one that lives this way. Just take another pill to get by. Are all just drugged down so that we will willing comply?
James M Vines Nov 28
The grass has grown up in the yard and the paint is peeling on the sides of the building. The windows are dingy and there are no children laughing or at play. The kitchen is silent and there is no one coming to call. Joy has gone as time has passed and a home exist no more. Loneliness fills the air and we are all now distrustful strangers. Yesterday's family is broken and the old ones are dumped in a nursing home. Photo albums have been replaced with a thumb drive and no one seems to talk. As we become smarter we have lost a piece of ourselves. Simplicity is not to be taken for granted as we get lost in our pursuits. I sit and look at the old building and I wonder where home has gone.
James M Vines Nov 24
Lights adorn trees and over hang the streets. People lay on the Sidewalk because they have nowhere to sleep. Someone was shopping just the other day when someone with a gun took her life away. Now her children are left all alone, mommy was killed for her purse and her phone. People are afraid to leave their homes, they cannot go to work because crime is rampant in the streets. Politicians don't seem to care that they can't buy food to eat. Life seems so gloomy, there is no goodwill towards men. People who should be family have forsaken each other and live in pain. What has become of our world, it is a crying shame. As I sit and grieve about the darkness that has gone on for so long. I cry silently wondering where the joy has gone?
James M Vines Nov 23
Like a delicate butterfly with pigtails she used to laugh and smile. With gentle kisses and warm hugs she was mine for a while. Looking at me with puppy dog eyes as sleep found her. Into sweet dreams under warm blankets no cares to worry her. The summers passed and the winters came. The years ran together into a blur of memory. Now the sun is bright and she has blossomed from a small flower into a glorious rose. A bird that seeks its freedom as the wind finds it, calling the beautiful bird to try its wings. Feeling the warm sun of possibilities, she takes flight. A woman in her own right, no more the girl of yesterday.  She spreads her wings and she is gone, leaving only fleeting memories in her wake.
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