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Mar 2014 JDG

A B Perales

Steer clear,
curve wide your ways
upon the artist,
the poet,
and the deliverer
of the inside view.

Unwelcome am I
upon your marble steps.
And unwelcome
are those with trained
thoughts within
these guarded walls
of the
City of the Heart.

Dare not tainted ones
cross my plains.

For my poetry and
my art will tear at
your flesh with an
Obsidian knife.
Whose only made purpose
is to ****.

Mar 2014 JDG

Untitled

Mar 2014 JDG

Mikaila

Untitled

You have a kind face.
People with kind faces always draw me in, like a candleflame draws a moth.
I have seen enough of beauty to know
That people with kind faces can immolate you
With the terrible force of their loveliness.
But... they are so very warm.

You do have
Such a kind face.

Mar 2014 JDG

The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth

Mar 2014 JDG

Charles Bukowski

The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth

if I suffer at this
typewriter
think how I'd feel
among the lettuce-
pickers of Salinas?
I think of the men
I've known in
factories
with no way to
get out-
choking while living
choking while laughing
at Bob Hope or Lucille
Ball while
2 or 3 children beat
tennis ***** against
the wall.
some suicides are never
recorded.

Mar 2014 JDG

exhaustion

Mar 2014 JDG

mg

exhaustion

i am tired.
not for a lack of rest --
no, i slept quite well last night
and I've had my coffee.

its something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibers of my skin,
in my tendons, in my eyes.

i am exhausted,
fatigued by life
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
the light and the dark;
by hope and
despair.

so worn down by the world
that nothing in it can
refresh my mind from the
constant buzzing.

i am tired, and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest i need.

-U.K. & m.g.

#depression #people #mind #soul #body #tired #exhaustion #cruelty

Mar 2014 JDG

Sin of choice

Mar 2014 JDG

Rachel Ueda

Sin of choice

Piercing hot water
Stabs my flesh
But no matter how
Hard I scrub
I can't get it of my
Chest
I tried bathing
In bleach
But it just burned
It in deeper
I tried bowing my
Head and ask
For forgiveness
But all I got was
Mumbled words in
A silent deliverance
I opened the
Darkness in the
Holes of my heart
Remembering the evil
In hopes I could
See it as painful art
But no matter how
Hard I try
I cannot purge
Myself of my oldest
Addiction
And I know it's time
To hand myself my own
Conviction

Mar 2014 JDG

I can. I can't.

Mar 2014 JDG

mûre

I can. I can't.

I can
like you ever
love you always
celebrate your strengths
adore your weaknesses
cherish your mind
respect your distance
accept your path
make you laugh
support your passions
watch you grow
be your friend

I can't
ever give back
the days and hours
you choose
to keep
p u s h i n g
me out of
your life.

Life is too short.

Mar 2014 JDG

Coping

Mar 2014 JDG

aphrodite

Coping

You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                                You spit about it.
                                                                     You write about it.
                                                                       You cry about it.

                                                                        But you won't talk about it.

                                                             You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.

What is your "it"?
I've bolded what I find to be healthier alternatives for coping, opposed to the common and harmful ways of coping that are italicized.
This poem is very personal & I hope you learn to cope the best way you can.
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#apx