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Men went happily to death
But they were not the men
Who marched
For years
Up to the line.
These rode a few times
And were gone
Leaving a heritage of obscene song.
 Sep 2014 Sarah Michelle
Omega
As we just finished a part of our lives
And started to sort our plans
Seeing the future glistening in our eyes
Ready to take the first step in broad lands

" I wanna be a doctor " " I wanna be a dentist "
" I wanna be a researcher " " I wanna be a scientist "
But life isn't wrapped within your fist
Sometimes, It decides to arrange some fences for you
If you can't overcome , then forget all dreams that you pursue
You beat one and fail in another
Then you begin to think, "Bad luck " is all you gather
Once you look around; searching for someone to take your hand
All you find; are punches that taste bland !
Offensive words destroy your plans
This is the worst disaster with people standing as fans ...

You feel stunned and all dreams fall apart
" Hey look around and seek a fresh start "
That's worse than having an arrow in the heart !

So keep going in your way
Don't care about what people say
No more places for weakness to stay
There is a long journey after the end of that frustration play ....
This poem describes the state of a student who just finished high school and start to plan for their future careers . However, they have confronted to a lot of impediments that hinder them from achieving their dreams .
Just because God will forgive us of our sins, doesn't mean He will let us forget them.

copyright: richardriddle-September 22, 2014
Among addictions and vice
there are none I want more
than an addiction to the sunrise,
a vice most forgiving.

The taste of alcohol,
inciting the bellicose beast
cannot satisfy me,
and I have tried.

As for pleasure,
the kind that makes skin crawl
and the breath heavy,
needs more than itself to satisfy,

so I searched on.

Chalices of wine and paper smoke,
skin and bedrooms bathed in moonlight,
the allure of quick satisfaction
could not satiate my thirst.

Only one scene has been constant,
delivering me from my vices,
partner of the morning skies,
far from tinctures and tonics,

the sunrise.
Since when do you drink tea?
Because recently
you told me
that tea
was not your
"cup of tea."

You didn't tell me
that inevitably
you'd be
drinking tea
with everybody.
So when did you start drinking tea?

It wasn't because of me,
so stop drinking tea
in front of me,
because obviously
this isn't about the tea.
jealousy tea envy regret love dissatisfaction relationships crushes impatience
Incandescent light bulbs,
when they share their love,
it tends to light up a room.
As for pieces of broken mirrors,
they're really just smaller new ones
awash with life experience.

So, when you told me
that you were broken
I begged to differ.

The difference between
a broken lightbulb
and a dead one
is simply shattered glass,
and the difference between
a broken mirror
and a dead one
is the person looking in it.

So please,
you may be broken,
but without you
I have no light,
and mirrors are useless
in the dark.
There is a hole -- I dug
A thousand miles deep
And it's my only exit
Smooth, shorn walls guarantee my entrapment
A self-imposed exile
The light that once illuminated our love
Has grown dim, if not, extinguished
I sit contemplating my situation
And thus conclude that not even Atlas
Can support this burden on his shoulders
Darkness is now my only ally
I did notice after posting, the name of the poem might be misleading. Although A Hole is what I felt like after the fall of this romance.
 Sep 2014 Sarah Michelle
T2m
I meant to pen a happy poem
But somehow, ended up with this same old song
Heart in shreds
Dry tears shed
Overran with a fresh fload as a awake
Been too broken to, again, break
But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways.

Does the sun still smile?
This gloom has lasted too long a time
Does the stars still twinkle?
No equation is, again, simple
Do we still know beauty?
Everything is gone dark and ugly
We must all be a broken people

Weeping last only for the night
Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile
Though the night may seem to have lasted too long
Surely there is always a new song
We could either wait or
Create our own options, which most often wrong.

I am broken
You are broken
We all are broken
But if we treat the threads as a whole dress
Not as single individual threads
Then we are on the way to redress
No more broken me
Nor broken you
Just a healed and mended people.
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