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 53° 
Jude
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
 39° 
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
 37° 
Ciel Noir
We are such            clever creatures to divide
Most everything             into its different sides
With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
 36° 
She Writes
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
 30° 
Druzzayne Rika
Is it too late for it not to be too late now?
 30° 
AS
When I reach inside, momentarily

I find pointless lines. Boring

sentiments within staying still, even

though my soul holds an

overwhelmingly will. Screaming to

manifest, as I've given my mind and

body too much rest. The situation of

life, doesn't give opportunity to take

on this all so yearning breath.

Ready to create

And

Make my

Own nest.

All in all,

Maybe

This

Is Another

Of lives tests.

Not to numb life with wine,

Drugs Or food. To find some

Other ways in which to maintain the

Feeling of  being spiritually moved.


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
 26° 
LeV3e
Love = Lust + Respect
 22° 
elle b sun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 19° 
Monet Echo
What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?
 18° 
patty m
The blind man too,
enjoys birdsong, sun on his face,
pungent scents of spice, the
perfume of flowers.
Even the flute pipes sweeter when
undistracted.

In solitary silence
taste the freshly peeled orange,
enjoy the citrus spray,
remember this spaceless,
pin-wheeling sensation.

Savor the memory of
of morning gold rush,
summer blues in lazy sky,
rose and amber dusk falling,
nights when the moon hung so low
light brushed your cheek with slumber
and you saw heaven through the eyes of a dream.
 17° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 17° 
AS
/\
/    \
/        \
Hours,

days,

weeks,

months,

years and decades.

All the minutes which slip away.

Before you've learned to montage,

soaking in each day.

Weeks of sleep,

which could of been spent on

times to leap.

Surrounded by the guided months,

to do something you really want.

Years to learn,

that to never waste your turn.

Decades to grow,

taking the time to move on and let go.
\                        /
\                    /
\                /
\             /
\           /
All this time,

covered in rhyme.

Flying by,

whilst you remained shy.

No longer the time to waste.

The moment has come,

to live life,

to no longer let it drip by.

No longer to hide by silently,

it is a time to try

As drip,

drop,

inside I am alive.

Time to make a splash,

to prance,

taking a chance,

taking control of your own plot.
\                             /
\                          /
\                        /
\                    /
\                /
\            /
\        /
\    /
\ /
Now I am ready to shine!!!

© 2018
Abigail Sheard
This poem is about learning who you are, not letting any more time pass by.
With all the craziness in the world, it is so easy to let time drip by.
 16° 
Nylee
We created all the words
all the meanings
to increase the complexity
of every thing that exists
or it does not.
 15° 
Woody
A whore standing
on a corner
blowing smoke
in the dark

The undertaker
waiting on the headlights
turning up the drive
a drink with ice
rattling in his hands

Someone turns a light on
in a house down the road
it must be a man
going over all the words
he ever spoke
all the fields he ever left
on his way to open a door

Away from our homes
and on roads
we thought we knew
holding a light for a stranger

A woman in the moonlight
wading a river
raising her dress
above her white thighs
but the gully is dry
it hasn't rained in forty nights.
 13° 
AS
A world of our own,

full of
extremes.

Darkness and Light.

Frights and Delights.


A question how to do everything

Right?

Whether to brush aside the
feelings

We keep
inside.

A question of our
needs and wants?

Wondering if anyone or we’ll take the

Brunt.


Learning to truly breathe and to see,

To become the person we've always

Meant to be.

Analysing ways the collective have

Held
potential and joy back.

Questioning the ways and why we

Lack?

Learning not to be constantly be on

the

Defence and to relax,

Even when others are on the
attack.


Centring and finding serene,

Calming the ways we feel.

Learning ways in which to cope and

Deal,

Capturing the beauty in the real.


Questioning the ways in which we've

Shown our
strengths?

Remembering at times we need to

Rest,

Just to become our very

Best*. *

© 2018

Abigail Sheard
 13° 
Sagar
The bliss of ignorance
The pain of knowledge
The serenity of hopelessness
 12° 
Nylee
Does desire make you happy
or do they take away
the existing happiness?
 11° 
Al
Deep in the fox hole, orange explosions.
A friend in god, we pray and hope.

Enemy within us be free.

We were fighting for survival.

Field hospital. Infection cured;
maggots eat dead flesh.

Deep in the moment:
 
Explosions, gunfire, and screams.

Together in a tigers' tooth, we wish
to transcend our fears.
 10° 
AS
We've all got the capacity to be our worse,
This is humanities,
Animalistic,
Fore-shaken curse.

Ability lays within to conquer
And not to let it win,
When tested to the breaking point.

The place comes,
When the choice in which way you turn.

The importance in the lesson that is learned,
To maintain inner peace and calm the inner beast.

The carnal needs,
Dependent if you have the power to stop the unleash.

Empathy is the key,
To neutralise the predatory instincts.

To embrace all emotions,
Identifying what you truly feel.  

Understanding makes a clear landing,
Removing the lethal fog which incidentally flares.

The shock of eruptions of these internal,
Hidden blocks.

Remember to keep in check with your mind,
Be accepting and kind.

Even if you find,
Something you don't like.

Gather all your mind,
Addressing the early evolutionary side.

With this,
Will come ease.

No longer faltered by heightened feeling,
Your mind now,
Your own domain.

No longer controlled or landed in dangerous terrains,
As this makes the dominance fade.

No longer will your emotions played,
By the inner animal inside that still remains.



  © 2018

Abigail Sheard
 10° 
September Rose
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 9° 
CA Smith
Brick
        By
            Brick
A house is built
Hour
        By
            Hour
The house becomes a home
Day
        By
            Day
The home turns into memories
Year
        By
            Year
The memories turn into people
Century
        By
            Century
The people turn into stories
Story
        By
            Story
Stories turn into legends
Legend
        After
            Legend
History is changed
Piece
        By
            Piece
Lives are changed
Person
        By
            Person
Love is spread
One Love
        After
            Another
Bricks are purchased
That build houses
That turn into homes
That create memories
That turn into people
That turn into stories
That turn into legends
That change history
And it all started with
Just. One. Brick.
Sometimes it's tough when you are just laying bricks to see the end picture, but it makes a difference in the end! It can be so easy at times to feel like we aren't doing enough to help others or to grow ourselves, but one ripple affects the entire pond.
I met a friend today
His name was Death
He smiled big with pure white teeth
And minty fresh breath
I asked him what he did for a living
Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes
He did the opposite of giving
What did that mean?
But the closer I got to Death
The better I understood his scheme
In his sharp black suit he won me over
I felt an irresistible draw
Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover
He convinced me of the beauty in the night
That when the moon was hidden from view
There was nothing better than the lack of light
He led me from my lust for life
Sang to me in my sleep
Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife
I tried to pull away from my newly found friend
But his choke hold was so tight
On him I started to depend
The world could see me deteriorate into nothing
He held me harder and closer
With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing
Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb
The emotions drifted with my vitality
I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum
The more time you spend with a person
The more you become like them
I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen
Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog
I cared so deeply for him
My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog
I came to terms with my life long trap
Death circled like a satellite around my position
No matter where I went he found my place on the map
Eventually I succame to this fate
Despite his control
Death, I could not hate
I loved him too dearly to notice the signs
I couldn't think clearly
His presence was odious and it wasn't benign
 9° 
Nylee
The end of road
they are empty
without answers
but just a line
nothing further ahead


Turning back again
to where we came from
with a new question
the road looks stranger
than what it was before
.
 9° 
DeAnn
I've looked bad but felt good
I've looked good but felt bad
I've looked bad and felt bad
I've looked good and felt good

I've failed so many times I can't count
I've learned so much I can't find individual moments

I have gradually increased

But I am finding myself

I am finding the confidence to strut out of my dorms like I'm walking on the runway
I have found myself so sad my body has become immobile

I am growing stronger

Physically. Mentally. Spiritually.

I am finding God in the most random moments, but when I do it is glorious

I find myself alone too often
I find myself feeling alone too often
I find myself hiding too often

I'm ready to let my potential loose
And become the lion I am meant to be
 9° 
King
If
If I die today,
Would tears flow,
like a rushing river?
Or the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder?
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger?
Will the world care?
And for a moment,
forget laughter?

If I'm down
to my final heartbeat.
Will anyone be there,
sitting beside me?
When I draw,
the very last breath.
Will you hold my hand,
and feel upset?

If I go,
without saying goodbye.
I want you to know,
that I really tried.
To live and love,
to endure and smile.
To find the truth,
in this realm of lies.

If I'm fated
of leaving soon
to talk with God,
in his glowing room.
I'll be rejoicing,
when I face my doom.
Even I end like a flower,
that withered,
before it blooms.

If inside the casket I lay,
Would there any heaven for me to stay?
Or will my sins, demand me to pay?
Don't even know, how much this life has weighed.

If it's my time, to step on the scale.
Done of my part, in this play.
A lot of regrets,
but nothing more to say.
Wish me luck.
If I die today.
 8° 
AS
Remove ego,
Distancing ourselves from the way we inflict pain.

Do not blame or emit shock,
To the ways you create road blocks.

Acceptance is the key,
That everything cannot always be.

Not to spread venom,
In your pain and constantly drain.

Reflect, accept and detect the dark defects.

Find a way to soothe,
which doesn't let anyone around you for decades loose.

To learn from the clawing you enacted,
To the way you've fracture as you've acted.

Be more aware to the actions that you bare,
If not you'll hurt everyone who cares.

To avoid a future and a lifetime of hateful glares.


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
Learning from actions and not falling into vulnerable Narcissism.
 7° 
AS
Yes!

I have a brain,
Which is not wired exactly the same way.

Yes!

I need to go down my own road,
down the unknown.

Yes!

I have a tremendous thirst to grow and restless as a whole.

No!

I will not let go,
as it strengthens my goals.

No!

I will not stop the ways which I always crave to play.

No!

I won't let those get away,
the one's who spread torture and pain.

Maybe?!

I'll let you stay to debate,
deliberating our fate.


Yes I kNow we are soulmates.

© 2018

Abigail Sheard
 7° 
Nylee
In depth
there's only fear and disbelief
deeper you will find nothing else
just void

the courage
is only the drop on the surface
wearing it like my favourite dress
not many times

there is rage
it intensifies how I feel
using every other emotions as fuel
it burns them

After the fire
Tired enough not to think much
and in a bad situation as such
I fall asleep

Waking the regret
funnily it keeps on returning
the cycle ongoing
bury it within

I am emotionless
with too many emotions dancing
improved a lot in masking
happy with my newfound skill.
 7° 
Druzzayne Rika
Get me to be
a soul liberated
from every
attachment
it could be.

I want to want
nothing from anywhere
not want to get
tempted
by things unnecessary
get myself bound to
what will be my
downfall

The soul needs nothing
it is to be free
but my own flaws
have made it
not so
that it could go
as it pleases

What is that one really needs
with no one else be depleted
all the seed, sign of lives
but with greed
everything dies

Devoid of true knowledge
what is I seek
I see myself so very weak
my vision so blinded
my eyes itself closes
that I cannot see

the lies will bite
the anger will burn
my own journey
with karma
it will come back on me
I wait
as I expect them
coming to me

My sins who will wash for me?

my thoughts
why they never sided me
they followed the down path
got me to fuss on things
over all the nothings
never mattered to me

the body detoriates
every day, every second passes

My mind forget
what it remembers
I speak no tales, but riddles
what sense
I try to formulate

This time who will be
the one to get it to decode
the mysteries
the real truths
which could liberate
but to think deeper
what really is
the answer lies very deep within
much closer than
who you are actually really.
 7° 
AS
We are born to live,
Not born to serve.

A choice,
In the ways we embark.

A responsibility in how we leave our mark!

A responsibility not to act like sharks.

Not born to owe,
To those who gave us life.

If all a nurturer does is inflict drama and rife,
They do not deserve anyone's sacrifice.

Those who expect,
Are a chore,
Draining you everyday and more.

Those who are gentle and kind,
Giving other the opportunity to fly and live their own lives.

It feels right to stay by their side,
Giving without any convert pain.

By the end of your life,
Reflects on how you treat those who support.

If your alone,
With feelings of cold.

Let go,
Look at all the damage you've exploded.

For the young,
let them live.

Not obligated,
pushed,
rushed or punished for deciding to let go.

A child is not owned,
not an object to control.

Letting them breathe,
accepting the way they lead,
will urge a return.

For anyone choosing to listen and learn,
a gate in the garden remains and no love wavered.

A lifetime more to savour from accepting the change!


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
 7° 
AS
Adore your flaws!

Crave to move forward for more!

And from the ashes soar!

For in our flaws,

Are lessons,

I assure.


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
This isn't meant to preach, more of a brief snippet in which I've personally grown.
A soppy, silver cloud lining perceptive of life. That we can grow from our darkest moments and from our flaws when recognised.

AS

X
How does
It come to pass
That no one in Catholic church
Realizes it is traumatizing to a
Child
To tell them they're
Eating
"The body of Christ"
?
 6° 
NuBlaccSoul
We are forgotten yesterdays of tomorrow,
note-booked mementos on thighs time travelled,
back from the future, few tsha-tsha with flashes,
blackouts and gray-matter gashes
The slurred dance of good memory,
crib-notes on collar-bones,
bare chest, a loose tie, knots, not around neck
formal education white-suits, tucked-in remembering.

A formal date chasing me indoors.
chasing me into doors of consistent
nurturing nature of the neuro
doors on the right, left doubt outside.
A manner of hindsight sighs.

Running back to tomorrow to save my 4 unborn children
from my present past. Amnesia.
The pendulum swings in reversed backwards.
Forward is just an antithesis, poor protest-art
An analogue, roman-concept coded in digital now.
Fraudulent, faux and pseudo. We look at the sun
to tell day from night. Progress practising stillness
Passage of pain frozen in time,
sun is amber lantern,
phantom of what & who has risen,
out of resin's
suspended-infinity-loop prison.
The bitterness of honey stings
sour-sweet on the taste buds of trauma.
Strolling up memory lane, compassion
for former faults. Less envy, only empathy
Fragments of a broken dream further smashed
can’t fill in the gas smothered cracks.

We died many deaths.
A mass burial, a mountain of bodies brewing
under the garden, the slumbering soil wakes.
3 is the number of perfect balance and god.
Ma’, Sister, and I.
Mother died the day Doctor
told her that the body she named
Home was evicting her, with a 10-year-notice.
She must have watched herself
watch herself
sitting on covered couches
thinking what a theft of life
this holy trinity is –
what is left
to see
here?

I saved all pain of breaking
bones for this,
I ran in opposites, dislocated my hip
tore tender tendons, I have a Belgian-Congolese tendency
never stood for much but numbness
an absence of nothing because
feelings kill.
I saved haunting ghosts of night for day
For this day
For today.
All these reservoirs of resilience won’t be enough,
ever.

I wept
winter sunsets –
to remind my new self on the coldest of nights
that once time was warm days
a slice of life’s beauty in Redemption.

Efforts tuck sweat under my arms,
gravity grounding my prideful chest down.

A bed of waves
afloat sober dreams
nightmares of wrinkled water
submarine my day dreams
and flowing peace.
Please be polite and let me be.

I now know, less hoarding.
A pair of paradox, or pandora's box: written by Phila Dyasi
Published by: NuBlaccSoul

To call it an existential crisis
would speak exclusively to a disturbance relating to the decaying case
that encapsulates my eternal hold of being.
NO!
This crisis is a crises extending to the infinite.
A philosophical and metaphysical troubled state.

NB: Please comment and critique and share :) Feedback is always welcomed.

(C) 2018. Copyrighted 19 February
2018 NuBlaccSoul™. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem.
 6° 
AS
Colours exploded from this evolving mold,
Willing life to further enfold.
Scaling the maximum of the minds,
Fascinating what psychology
And
Society provide.
A stage which needs to give,
For opportunities to glide,
A life to untie
And
Work with might.
Nothing easily just arrives,
Waiting is where you become archived.


© 2018

Abigail Sheard
 6° 
Traveler
In poetic manipulation
In magic of our words
Beneath the breath
Above duress
Let your heavy
Hearts be heard
In power of rhyme
Upfront sublime
Equal syllable
Entwined
In each consecutive
Spellbinding high
Or
Emotionality low
Crafted on
The twist of tongue
Either way
Let poetry make us whole

We all have the power
Write it down
lock
And load!
.........
Traveler Tim
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