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Dec 2019 ju

John F McCullagh

“Be silent, dear child, make not a sound,
lest by Herrod’s soldiers we’ll be found.
No whimper, cry or any small noise;
They have orders to ****** boys.”
I’ve heard your playmates’ mothers scream
as their sons were taken from their arms.
And heard their helpless piteous cries
forced to watch as their dear ones die.
The streets of Bethlehem run red
with nearly every male child dead.
All lie victims of Herod’s fears
Of every prophecy he hears.
I hear a brute’s fist pound our door.
He’ll still my heart ere he strikes yours.”

Dec 2019 ju

Worthless

Dec 2019 ju

Anastasia

Worthless

My heart feels like
it's about to shut down
from all the truths
that only I know

People view me
as kind
selfless
heartfelt
with empathy

Yet once they witness
my darker side
this inner demon
that is always
a few steps behind me

Once they see
the ashes and smeared blood
tainted within my mind and heart

I am once again alone
alone to pick up the pieces
of a love that never was

Dec 2019 ju

currently

Dec 2019 ju

emily

currently

lying here overcome with nonsensical emotion
i want to cry for reasons so overwhelming i can't bring myself to
the longing to cry resides in my chest as a dull ache
an ache that i do not know how to eradicate
so i take to a poetry website and allow strangers to relate to me,
if they'd like

#pain #hurt #sad #confusion

Dec 2019 ju

Fire

Dec 2019 ju

Ben A Cha

Fire

There's a fire,
In my heart,
It burns, So furiously
That my mind
is molten.

Whenever I see you,
It sparks to life,
and heats me inside,
of between the hardest
time.

What not a shame
That God made us blush-
We can express
our feelings in a hush.

There is a fire,
in my heart,
It burns, so furiously
that my mind
is molten.

I think whenever I see someone who I love, it sparks a little fire inside me. Don't you guys too? Anyways, Merry Christmas, fellow poets. Bye!

#mind #fire #love #romantic

Aug 2018 ju

Raw With Love

Aug 2018 ju

Charles Bukowski

Raw With Love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

Jul 2018 ju

Im so close to death, its my best friend

Jul 2018 ju

The tail of two souls

Im so close to death, its my best friend

I smoke **** just like you.
Money gives me greed just like you.
******* makes me wonder just like you.
My parents kicked me out when i was 17 just like you.
I died inside when i turned 13 just like you.
I saw life for what it was a 7 just like you.
I want to die everyday just like you.
I think about killing myself just ljke you.
I don't like money just like you.
I love the moon just like you.
I love the idea of love just like you.
Most important im not alone, just like you.

For everyone younger than my 23 years that's ready to go i feel your pain.

Oct 2017 ju

Words

Oct 2017 ju

Iska

Words

I own about 300 books.
That's 300 main characters,
With roughly 2700 sub main characters.
Its about 12020 chapters,
With about 162600 pages
And about 3252000 sentences,
With roughly 55284000 words.
And that doesn't even account for all the books I have read, which if you know me, is most likely an impressive number.
Yet, of all the worlds I can slip into, with all the characters and personalities I can become, with all the differently written chapters, of all the beautiful unique words....
I can't seem to find the will to escape, can't seem to find the right story to disappear into. Can't find the perfect character to adapt to, can't find the ability to slip into the vast worlds of paper and ink... Of all those beautiful words, can't find one among them to place my emotions much less hold my attention.
I hate it when this happens,
When you can't find the will to disappear into the one thing you love, and have always been able to rely on to escape for just a short while.
No instead your stuck in your own mind with all of its dark chapters, distorted stories and twisted characters. Where, those same beautiful and unique words, are all jumbled together strung up in all the wrong ways. Oh what a dreary feeling. A hopelessness that consumes ones mind, usually so full of humor and imagination, now tethered down to a morbid and dark world

#depression #numb