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Lori Jean  Jan 2011
As I await.
Lori Jean Jan 2011
The mind rushes
To analyze
What future looms
I bide my time.
As I await.

The body tremors
Inside and out
Fatigued, it yells
The pain, it shouts.
As I await.

The eye stabs
Vision blurry
Migraines laugh
To watch me worry.
As I await.

The muscles dance
To tunes unknown
Lightning strikes
The weary bone.
As I await.

Memory fails
Words escape
The mind still fights
As I await.
As I await.

Heart palpitates
Stress enhances
Emotions calm
To steer advances.
As I await.

It fights to win
But all in vain
Corrupt the body
My soul remains.
As I await.

Love still lingers
Intentions pure
No anger lives
No pity here.
As I await.

Disease roars strong
Yet, I prevail
Love supersedes
This crumbling shell.
As I await.

Symptoms linger
Rise and fall
No sense to madness
Inside this wall.
As I await.

Stare in question
Distance fear
This child of God
Protected here.
As I await.

My blessings soar
Above the trial
Diagnosis looms
But still I smile.
*As I await.
LoriJean Vance Copyright 01/22/2011
Written to express the experience of waiting for a diagnosis of possible multiple sclerosis.
Hannah Jade  Dec 2014
I Await You
Hannah Jade Dec 2014
For a thousand years I await you,
And your deep seeing eyes.
They watch me and seek out,
My terrible little lies.
For ten thousand years I await you,
And your soft gentle voice.
It's kinder and sweeter,
Than the quietest noise.
For a hundred thousand years I await you,
And your candy smooth lips.
They are tender and pleasant,
With every living kiss.
For a million years I await you,
And your ever-beating heart.
It was promised as mine,
Right from the start.
For ten million years I await you,
And I await you now.
Have you forgotten?
Maybe yes, but how?
For a hundred million years I await you,
With tears in my eyes.
I am giving up hope,
And starting to cry.
For a billion years I await you,
It started when we both feel ill.
I was gone first and went to heaven,
And here I await you still.
BarelyABard Dec 2015
"I await a guardian."
Shrouded forms who wrench and weave the hidden things I can't percieve,
into twisted thoughts of rage and woe
which drag me through the flames below.
"I await a guardian."
Bony fingers who clench.
Macabre lips who **** to kiss.
Weapons of hunger, instruments of fear...
"I await a guardian."
Joy becomes a distant memory,
replaced with bells that clang and roar.
The light has passed the spectrum,
fading to a shade of emptiness.
Kneeling in the dirt with
hands across my face; demons mistlike in their flight embrace my sorrow,
their sweet delight.
"I await a guardian."
All I need, is hopelessly gone.
All I need is hope... gone.
All I need is hope.
All I need... hope.
I need hope.
...hope.
HOPE.
What brightness in brilliance through such confines of the black. Shadows cannot hide when you shine like the sun.
The brazen bells have silenced and the mist is all but clear, scattered in the lucent are abandoned tools of fear.
"I await a guardian?"**
I have become the guardian.
For those of you who care to look...
There may be mlre to this poem than you think.

I ask you.
What does "I await a guardian" say when translated to latin?
The class of my death
Strolling in each day
Day after day
To know things I already know
To experience things I have already experienced
To await the internal fade away that is my life
To await my life

Every day the same
School, repeat
Nothing more
Nothing less
Nothing experienced
Nothing gained
Nothing matters
But now we just wait, hoping one day something might change
That something might been different
That something might make better
To start a new
But no
We just await.
Just await our deaths

Every day looking around, the same person
Wanting nothing more
Nothing less
But it will never happen
It could never happen
Nothing at all
But I just sit here and wait
To await his death

Day after day,
School, people, repeat
Nothing more
Nothing less
To just await
Our death
written by: Trev
Beside me, in this unforgiving November’s winter, is she…
My queen beside me, amidst this rotting debris gifted to me.
Daphne, the comforter sent from the highest skies of Elysia
And Daphne, my love, you put a stopper… on my withering
Never did the sounding of a name, here, blossom a magnolia
Daphne, yours made my hell, the eternal orchards of Elysia.

We were betrothed to each other in here, in this wasteland
I await; you at our wedding, in your wedding gown, oh…
‘Tis her, the beau sky wrapped around your gentle frame
In your adornments, gifted from the agents of light, oh…
They are sapphire stars plucked from that midnight blue
On the edge of the Aegean sea, we await, in this wasteland

I await; you at our wedding, in your veil and crown, oh…
‘Tis her, the clouds and her raindrops, adorning your face  
I await our wedding waltz, in our deserted fields, oh…
Without our kin, persecuted and orphaned by the world
Alone we shall dance, on the edge of Ymos, our dwelling
Alone we shall be in our vows when our eyes rain in joy

I await your grand advent, beaming gleefully, towards me
Bringing me, serenity; being my succour, with your smile
I await your silhouette, irradiating the wide evening blue
Bringing me, release; being my soother, now I live anew
Daphne, your midnight blue eyes, your voice of mead…
My pen fervently gallops for words, as I just gaze in awe  

Let the sands of time tick away in joy, ticking, grain by grain
The heavens merry till the penultimate hours of our union
Now, in these salty Aegean waters, I taste honey and wine
I await our pristine union; as your hand knots with mine.
Beside me, in this unforgiving November’s winter, is you…
Daphne…
This one is for a person yet to be or yet for me to see. I hope you enjoy this.
GaryFairy Oct 2015
optimist - acrostic

Open up the book
Page one, neutralize your thoughts
Turn the page
Induct elation
Make your temperament positive
Idealism
See the prism of sanguinity
Turn the page

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aqua - acrostic

Arid soul washed away
Quietly sinking down
Underneath the waves to stay
Awakening as i drown

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flaw - acrostic

Forget about the way we see
Looking past the shallow grey
Awaken to a deeper degree
We are all beautiful in our own way

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harm - acrostic

Hurt me, the pain will go away
All anguish is fleeting
Remnants of your words might stay
My heart will go on beating

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wolf pack - acrostic

Wild and free, nature's breed
Out of bounds of any containment
Living off of only what they need
Flourishing in sustainment

Prowling the forests and grass
Attacking only what they eat
Canids from our distant past
Killing only to replete

(i know i didn't use the word sustainment correctly here, but it rhymes)
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jugs - acrostic poem

Jiggle and bounce for me
Underneath a cotton top
Gives me such satisfaction
Seeing them flip and flop

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sympathy and attention - pity party poetry page

with an affinity for sympathy and attention
pity without empathy ends up as an affliction
sitting all alone having fits not fit to mention
depicting his own addiction to his self infliction

distemper words, written with intention
listless visions are a picture of his fiction
his existence isn't gifted within this dimension
it's a senseless decision to befit a contradiction

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discretion

if deception is a threat, i guess it begs the question
does perception get better with less discretion?
can a gesture of conception be answered best with ingestion
by letting down our guards will we fester in suppression?

changing our direction away from our debts of reception
pressed by our expression of protested progression
best bets are guessed and when we collect we learn a lesson
back to the question, is perception better with less discretion?

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rhyme without reason

what is a rhyme without a reason?
it's no feat to beat the drum of no cohesion
it's like planting seeds that aren't in season
or a disease that leaves a bleeding lesion

a decent poet is adept at seeing adhesion
leaving the meaning amounts to being treason
completely missing pieces for completion
not even worth reading, only worth deletion

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everlasting (4 versions)

though i have ran with the rats of cancer
as i craft the ladder to the final chapter
i never planned for crass disaster
abashed by the lasting factor

where the past is passing faster
i ask the lord and await his answer
are my chances granted to live hereafter
i clasp the hand of the everlasting master

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abashed by the lasting factor
i never planned for crass disaster
as i craft the ladder to the final chapter
though i have ran with the rats of cancer

i clasp the hand of the everlasting master
are my chances granted to live hereafter
i ask the lord and await his answer
where the past is passing faster

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abashed by the lasting factor
i never planned for crass disaster
as i craft the ladder to the final chapter
though i have ran with the rats of cancer

where the past is passing faster
i ask the lord and await his answer
are my chances granted to live hereafter
i clasp the hand of the everlasting master

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(you can also do one of these)

where the past is passing faster
i ask the lord and await his answer
are my chances granted to live hereafter
i clasp the hand of the everlasting master
i clasp the hand of the everlasting master
are my chances granted to live hereafter
i ask the lord and await his answer
where the past is passing faster
you can make different versions of everlasting, with different shapes, and different flows by changing the lines around...some of the shapes look cool if the poems are centered also...i had a blast doing this!
Styles  Jun 2016
Fountain
Styles Jun 2016
I want to dip my tongue,
inside your flavor.
With no waver,
I savor your taste.
With a desires pace,
your liquids turned to paste,
a love potion laced with our grace.
Delicious lips glistening with ours juices.
A cocktail  saturated with your nectar.
Our fountain we await,
satisfaction at a hieghted state.
I greet you with my pleasures
at an amazing pace, our lips embrace
lacerated by my tongue --
I trespass your pearly gates,
where your pleasure awaits,
I await - at the mercy of our warm embrace.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
Between the disabled sunset with the police,
The foot of the foot is equal to the mother
who wrote the beginning of the light in the Cold Age
of wave machinery and strippers feeding on roasted
chicken.            ||  It is a natural spiritual expression.
On coming to ground radio burning blockages.
Marcus slipped out to **** and now hides |||
from the swan city;      And the ultimate magic
wins about Einstein;    If you are a living radio
like paradise on the computer;
He warned those who were now standing.
Baby ***** before her sister gets near,
Speaking of a happy husband eating ****.
Products concerned about site sites.
If you are a human being,     we know Portuguese.
1 mystery of life and abstractness;
using the John Deere led to a shock,
My father was good, for example,         to be able
to make the use of:
The green slim active in her Chinese parts
and the slender finger to feel the hot feet walking
to Genoa for Karachi's kiss.
Me and around me, feeling smart;
the woman broken, into smaller habitats for Sodomites,
fire, stealing and debt,                      but in reality
Unfortunately, it starts to provide new food
The answer is that you are young and old.
The world was a cheat,   an apparition of the AP;
Asian *** Corporation's infection of the party.
Drink, drink, drink, and come suddenly,
You do not drink between the trees in your socks,
in a woman, or to rise, and to die,
you have to stop one day for the dog waiting for you,
Meaning the transfer and conversion of ions.
Enter the number you want to add.
* * No song is available anymore. The old man he outlived,
The socks of the hands keep the eyes uncovered,
and a Building almost directly bought by six divines;
the naked look from the top of the stomach,
Especially if you have the abortion look.
Looking on a stomach pattern,               you are thinking,
And what do you want me to do for you,
or what do you want to do?
When you do the will of the people,           remember it,
along with the love of people between the injured police
at sunset
underfoot but equal to his mother,                          who
In the beginning of the age of light in the cold
waves of the works,                 a colt the stripper feeds
only roasted grains as Natural to the spirit.
Who, when they were,  and come to the radio,
is worn down which burneth with an obstacle.
Marcus slipped in to ****,           State hiding the swan,
but the ultimate magic that Einstein wins,
If you are living like a radio paradise on the computer;
He warned that those who are now standing still
in the presence of an infant, suckled as it is close
to her sister,             | Speaking of a happy man eating
a stern steer,   products concerned about the situation;
If you are a man,      you know Portuguese.
1 The mystery of life and a process of abstraction,
John Deere led to a shock;             the good father,
for example,            should be able to make use of
The green slime, active and in Chinese pairs.
This is the subtle finger,                      at his feet,
to walk while feeling hot into her Karachi arms
and sunkissed
Genoa; me, and around me,     feeling the pain,
a woman is to be released to a small location,
not a queen,  on fire and in debt, cheating,
but in reality unfortunately,    it begins to provide
new food; the answer that you are young and old.
In the world there was no power,        AP apparition
Asian *** Corporation; the infection of a part to the
Drink, drink, and be to come will come, and I will
not drink among the tree socks of a woman,
or arise at the dead time of waiting for the dog to stop;
Love is the conversion of ions.              Enter the number
you wish you add. * * * *  Carmen is no longer available.
An old man lived; The socks are to keep to hand,
of the eyes building from himself,  almost godlike by six;
                          The naked look at the top of the stomach
If you look especially for an abortion.
When I think of the bra model,       and what do you want
to do, you want to do?                When thou makest a will,
does not thou make mention of thy love?
Doms are born crippled, sleeping with cops,
walking barefoot,                mother equals who wrote
the start of the lights at the tender age,
wave machine,  stripper characters into fried chicken,
flaring tempers are natural,         the spirit of painting
on the beach entering the radio and burning the obstacles
in the house of the ***-******* Ivan, on top,
United and hidden in the Swan City
of Einstein's ultimate triumphs over the magical
computer of a Fat Ham Radio on the Road to Paradise
it notifies us that the people who are standing
before the giant **** of the nearby Sisters,
speaking of **** and eating feminine hygiene
products. this poem is of the sacred places.

If you are a sacred man,              we know Portugiski.
the desert of 1 lives in the abstract,
to keep John Deere ted to the monster
whose kindness, for example, we could use,
Leather and Flames, Slim, Alive, Pious and Chinese,
with skinny toes,       legs feeling warm from all that walking,
knees feeling stupid,                             kiss me, put your arms
around me and let me savor the sensation;
female, broken,                 Sodomite from the lower Kingdom,
winds, kidnappings,            |       the bandwidth of **** reality
began the fresh offer to the       ||              Beloved of the flesh,
the answer is that you are the youth, the origin
of the witch of the planet was an apparition AP,
the Asian ****** corporation;                      The opposite wing
does not speak, I drink, I drink,                   I'm suddenly drunk
or I get up in the middle of the bar;               in feminine socks
the dying dog is waiting for rain to stop,
says ions moving and changing the meaning
of the number of tickets opting for the strange
* ode * without the known Jew.      The ancient order lived
invisible forever keeping the path of the viola to the socks
of the flat **** goddesses that lead almost directly
from the ******* bar and looks up at her *****;
If you're going to shoot with a predominantly ****
point-of-view from the bra, than you have to think
what would you like to do or want to be done to you
when does he make love to you?    Remember to imagine
in the plural, Love
|
Among the police offenses at sunset
in the mother tongue of the beginning of the age,
however the light in the cold. The work of the waves
and poultry feed to the stripper load
Natural to the spirits. When,   when they arrive
at the radio they burn the forest with obstacles.
The ship is running to break them.
Records hide and Swan; However,
the ultimate magic Einstein wins; If you are
a ray living in a paradise like a computer.
Imagine those who are now standing up.
in the presence of an infant suckling her ****
that is almost up to her sister, speaking of
sweet people eating a stagnant phenomenon.
Products of the situation of the existence
of abstract patterns;    John's roe deer led to a shock;
and the Father is, for example,
if he is able to use it,
The two-digit, Chinese handbag.
This is a fine finger and forefoot feeling to hot to walk
kissing Genoa's                        arming of stupid polling.
Me, and around me,                              feeling the pain;
The women have to be released for a little amount
of status,     she is the queen of fire because of cheating,
but in reality. Unfortunately, you start to offer new food
The answer is that you are young and old.
In the world, and there's no power, APC apparition
Asian *** Corporation; party disease, Drink, drink,
I will not come and drink of the fruit of the generations;
There are socks between trees and a woman, or the rise,
to stop waiting for the moment of the dead,
and with a dog,           Love will cause ions.
Among the numbers you want to add is further.
* *                    Carmen is no longer supported. The Mediterranean
lived Socks in hand,                as we have seen.
We write for themselves,                           almost godlike about six.
Consider it empty
If you look at every abortion,
I'm thinking ******* template,
And what do you want to do,    or want me to do?
When you drink a cup of coffee,           |    do not mention
their love

In the morning,      the sun is the greatest among officials;
The Mother Tongue at the beginning of the season of light
in the cold ocean waves and chickens to load
and natural spirits.    When they did not arrive at the radio,
who is to burn the bush to them.
This car runs to break them.
A Broken record magazines, however, Einstein's success
is unsuccessful if the light in paradise is just like a computer.
Left to upheld the fetus before the drink,
almost everyone to his brother talks and who
are the couple with the happy delivery.
The products set. If you are a man,       you know Portuguese.
1, and to abstract the forms and in the mysteries of the world;
John's deer accident survivor,      he is the father, for example,
if you can fit ******* into a Chinese handbag,
This is the finger,        |     |  and a warm feeling of the walking
paws at Genoa, O thou weapons of lewdness hast polluted the kiss.
Me, and around me, feeling his grief;
Women must have the records,      
| |   that the State is of a Queen
for the sake of which the option, | there is in Him.
Until they start making the new foods
the answer is that you are young and old.
In the world,       and there is power and power PC
Asia Corporation ***; the third part of the disease;
Drink me, drink young, forever.   The socks
are among the trees on a woman, or the rise;
stand and wait for the time of the dead
when the dog desires to cause ions
in large numbers,     |  you want to add more.
Catullus can not miss. || ||The power of art,|||
and they also wear their own clothes, as we have seen.
You write that we, our kings,    
are almost to be found
in almost six full years.
The search if empty
if you look for an abortion.
And I think plate plate.
And what do you want to do?
What you want me to do?
When you drank of the cup, || I did not mention
their love translations of wait, a verb:  exspecto,
expect, wait, look for, await, look out,
long; expecto; expect, look for,   wait,
await, hope, look out, opperior;   wait,
await. operior; wait, await praestolor,
wait, be ready, be prepared,      expect
maneo abide, remain, stay,    continue,
await, wait manto, stay, remain,   wait,
awaiting demoror;    don't        delaying hindering
the ******,
keep back, don't linger, but wait;  ministro serves,
wait to attend to assisting the supply,
providing praeministro attends,  ||   serve,
or serve up presents with, or to make a present of,
wait, noun: exspectatio,        expectation, looking
for, prospect, wait, awaiting, expecting;
expectatio; expectation, looking for,
prospect, wait, awaiting, expecting,
mora; delay, clog, stay, wait,  Pause,

Time
krm Jul 2018
Clothes have outgrown me many times over,
but this sadness never does.
One size.
fits all.
There should have been an obituary for cancer,  not you.
Wishing these slits within my skin could have been
replaced by a reality check from you, “You chose to exist.”

My name causes a sigh to escape from lips,
that do not feel like they belong to me,
the girl,
whose words always had to be special.

The schematics of hospitals like a birthmark in my brain,
born into sadness, a gut feeling as a child.
Never trusting time
due to what it delivers.

Death, being the only thing I desired.
But you, 
who I love,
endlessly-
robbed by it.
Whose ebb for life glowed so feverishly.
Stopped comparing depression to lace,
restricted the belief that suicide is poetic,
seeing things as they were.
More often than not, applauded for feeling emotions deeply.
Every second that dies, the shift of my heart quakes.

This world is not tender.

II. Sad.
I have known the flowers I wanted at my own premature funeral,
knowing how many bouquets honored you that day.

split open my veins like a dimension
reminiscent of days where I anticipated deathbeds.


My family wondered,
can we make it through another day?
Death scares me for what it has taken,
yet, I’m not afraid to die-
it’s all I deserve.
So I await the day pain erupts
from my throat,
acknowledging the days a soul
lived inside of my body-
footprints that walked,
belonging to me.

But I learned so well.
How to suffer with a smile,
dreading the beating of my heart
how unfair—
I don’t want to take these deep breaths
You deserved,while I masquerade as a member of the undead
Never outgrowing the desire to rot with the phantoms residing under my bed.


III. Jokes played by the universe.
punchlines delivered,
how could anyone to stand to be in the same room as myself?
How could anyone look over skyscrapers and sunsets,
and not be infatuated with concrete consuming them?
How I shared a sigh of relief during the thought-
of knowing people would thrive without me,
or the power of a belly laugh,
resembling a laugh track audience
drowning out 3 AM suicidal thoughts.
I wrote this in pink gel pen, maybe, that’s another joke.
ryn  Dec 2018
Biding Time
ryn Dec 2018
I await such time,
my toes would dig.
And spear deep into the earth;
take root and keep me planted.

I await such time,
when my trunk -
my core would regain its strength.
So that I wouldn’t sway
too easily in the wind.

I await such time,
my bark would thicken -
like carapace upon the flesh.
So I may be protected
from scathing lashes
of ravenous tongues.

I await such time,
my branches would reach up
with unwavering conviction.
Knowing the clouds in the sky
would be the cushion and salve
to my gnarled digits.

And I await such time,
my leaves would finally sprout
and green.
Then they could rustle
and whisper the tales and hopes
of my past, present and future.
Gary Perreault Jul 2014
You know sometimes when I get up in the morning,
I don't know if I can face another day
because ****'s been so ******* hard for so ******* long
and it don't seem like ***** ever going to change.
Sometimes it seems like **** ain't doing nothing but getting worse.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I look despised at what I see cause pride
strength, all of love and life they don't seem to have alot to do with me.
Feels like something went wrong with me a long time ago,
something inside me way deep down died
and I can't remember when,
I just don't know where the **** I went wrong...
What's life but a river of tears anyway, huh?

Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For away to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost too many times too many times to count the pain is so great

Let me tell you something, rock bottom is a sweet ******* dream,
a myth made up by a liar who's dispear is a void you can slip into forever.
I've been as low as you can go
and I guess here at the bottom the only place you can go is up,
but everytime I start to get ahead everytime I start to get somewhere
it's seems like someone or something knocks me the **** back down.
One step forward, two steps back.
I read somewhere that "without hope, man is but an animal"
...I think I've lost hope

I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great

I'm so ******* tired of being ****** up all the time
but I can't seem to do it any other way,
maybe I'm not as strong as you
but sometimes my ****** up life it brings me down
when I look around.
My life it didn't make me hard
it just hardened something deep down inside of me.
I think it was my humanity.
I want it back, I want to feel normal again, I wanna feel like a human.
I don't wanna be like this no more,
I'm just looking for some shelter of salvation
or something to believe in or just maybe someone who cared.

I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****

There's no where to turn, everyone betrays you.
I can't trust anyone and I'm so ******* paranoid.
I'm always waiting for the fall, for the let down.
Trust nobody for sure.
I can't remember when a day's gone by
that I haven't thought about taking myself out.
I know I ain't **** but I know I'll never be ****.
I've got no future but I think I can deal with it, I think I can live,
if I can just look at one person
and see them smile at me and know that they meant it.

Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****



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Kiara McNeil  Jul 2011
The Return
Kiara McNeil Jul 2011
I await the return.

I’ll leave no rock overturned.

I await the phone call from you

and yes I will demand the truth.

I await the day your eyes meet mine

and watch the pain surface like ancient times.

I await the closure.

I await the pain.

I await the exposure

to your love again.

They say if you let it go

and it comes back to you

then it truly is yours.

So why am I still awaiting your return?
Umi  Feb 2018
The Nightsky
Umi Feb 2018
The nightsky is alike a mighty mansion of the stars which then
twinkle in elegance, beauty and transience until the dawn outshines them in a graceful manner.
As the night turns away from the sun and from her light, danger
in our imagination could await, from the corners of our very mind.
Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light,
which could bring peace to a soul which is performing a rampage.
All the constilations, all the names and forms which reveal themselves, are but a heavenly spectra for those who are nocturnal.
Or for those, whom have meet the cruel fate to be allergic to the natural, straight forward, warming and blissful sunlight.
There is no soul with no protector, in the nightsky such would be
a bright,piercing star, standing proud,manifest its location is over you
Holding many wonders, the beauty of the night comes with shooting stars, which at times shortly sweep over the heaven before fading.
Wishes are made upon, hope fills their hearts, for a better future
or a fulfilment of their desires, tangled up within the depth of mind.
Night becomes bright once the moon shines, in its fullest posture.
Becomes dark once the rainclouds drive near, calling in thunder.
But most importantly, it is a time of rest, from all this earth beholds


~ Umi

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