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This isnt a joke,
Im not ok,
Ive tried my best to live this way
I cant do it
 Jul 2016 Madeline Clow
Poetic T
loped and curled the razor wire goes circular
in lacerating motions upon my reflections.
Like confetti of my thoughts descending
or ascending  upwards I cant distinguish I'm
blind to what I grasp on to as all is indistinguishable.

My palms sweats perceptions as I have no object to
illustrate the needing, so I pick up glass and torment
my wrists till I pen my musing on the surroundings.
It was disfigured emotions as every single word
was an ounce of pain to release speaking in silence.

I was a van gogh of illustration my pain painted my
words dripping on the wall. The paint soaked in each
particle of repressed anger and torment, the fluid from
my lacerated thought now like snow settled on this wall.
But this was snow urinated in blood I look blank at my words.
I love you
Im so  alone
I didnt pay attention  to myself
and now i feel as though im in trouble

At least you wont be there to trouble
Im stepping outside my plastic bubble
Gasp
No air
Anxieties beware.
Even though i tried explaining,
No one can stop  blaming
My disorder  
On me
 Jul 2016 Madeline Clow
CharlesC
Let us find short stories in verse
with words lifting
conflict inside Wholeness..
Such verses are teachers in print
whose words dissolve in our reading..
Opposing poles of experience
challenge and exhaust
the mind's desperate
wish to explain..
At last in surrender
we find affinity  
with the new Light
now revealed...
Crowded trains and incognito inspectors.
Neverdays happens all the time now.
It's a travail for the birthright few,
seeing changes
disneyland for newcomers
all our labours their turnaround
free movement.
Father,
please hold her heart,
before i ever get the chance
to hold her hand

please fix her broken pieces,
for i am insufficient at doing so
on my own

please shower her
in the rain of Your love,
for i cannot do the same

please let her be content
with You alone,
for You know i will never be enough

please dry her every tear,
before i get the chance
to do so myself

please show her Your perfection,
for i will never, ever
measure up

please catch her,
so that she knows
how to fall for me.
Reposting some old stuff.
By Arcassin Burnham


The world's bad enough,
My life is bad enough,
Yours is bad enough,
P.s , life isn't tough,
Cause once you put your trust in the man up stairs,
You'll know just what you get out of it , a palace with
Your peers,
They lack love in the states ,
And everything and everyone has a back story,
So try to ignore the hate,
And they'll over situate the wars,
And starting a new conflict like 9/11 and Paris and Orlando,
I'm making sure I seal all my doors closed, and,
I was skeptical about certain people and wouldn't talk to them,
The life I made for myself was unexpected,
And when **** hit the fan I blamed it all on him,
I souly and utterly regreted it,
Banging in the nails a little bit,
Blaming him for being born,
For going through life blind,
For making coincidental mistakes,
For having mental issues and phobias,
For being black,
For being misunderstood,
For being bullied,
For being betrayed,
For my father leaving me behind like every other
******* child,
For making me wear my heart on my sleeve
And fall in love easily with girl that don't love me,
So I could say things to them like.......


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.....I'm so glad,
To be caught
In your love,

The love we have,
I would fight,
For all the above,
All in your love.
©ABPoetry


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