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Lost in despair, Found on faith.
These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning.
Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself.
Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it.

Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love.
Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome.
Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax.
Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened.

Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful.
Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love.
Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ******,
For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way.

To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened.
Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity,
Doing something is to change that which you became.
Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic.

The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly,
Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human.
Which path would you choose if you become forsakened?
Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness?

My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice.
Too many barricades, Too many losses.
Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision.
The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path.

Monster Forsaken or Human?
anne Feb 2010
i walk a line
some where between listening to myself
and listening to God...
if i truly believed i'd burn in hell
i suppose i wouldn't smoke that chronic i bought
and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell
i'd probably do my homework,
stop saying "****"and make sure to not flirt with men that weren't mine
picture this weekend scene;
saturday night, basement
drink in hand
smoke inhaled as clean and clear as everyday air
i would tell that nice boy
with the lip ring and name that starts with a "b"that i was taken by a special man
and ... and..excuses....
let them go let them roll as smooth as bacardi straight from the handle
bought at the local CVS by a bought-off ***
i guess i'm a girl that believes in hell on a bad day
when all bad things
poverty, homelessness, grandma's cancer and stubbing your toe
comes in the form of your dorm roommate
drunk at two am hollering and arranging the mini fridge,
when all the bad things feel as though they affect you directly
and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell
i'd be the girl that appreciated that remembers there's a merciful God
twenty-four seven always
but realitywho forgets
that life is a mystery
i write and it flows
and i know that these words are exaggerated because my conscious knows
i never miss a lecture, and is faithful to the one beautiful boythat actually gives a **** the day after
i'm the girlthat smokes a bowl
and worries about her soul
picture this weekend scene:
alone with a man
gorgeous and caring as could ever be
frozen lake front
wrapped in his arms,
perfect any teen girl couldn't want anything more
but unhappiness rests in me
it rests in his arms, sure neglected for a day or two
but this girls knows
clearity in mind strength through living empirically
and if i truly believe'd i'd go to heaven
i'd stop letting my worries write these ****** *** poems
2/25/10
Jamie King Feb 2015
If this prison of a heart could ever be unlocked she would be the key.
She's purest of joy I've ever known, 
The goddess of love.
cupids dance at the edges of her heart, allergic to lies honesty is her pride.
Suffocated by ropes of sorrows, she untied them and climb to lands of joy.
Her smile awakens the smell of roses, an inspiration for poets to compose with sincerity.
She's clearity in fogs of uncertainty.
If I am to be a pirate then She's the only treasure I'd ever need.
Enticing,alluring, comely, angelic serein and mesmeric lady

She's a lover, the light in the dark, a kind gentle heart I cannot touch.
urges surging feelings emerging,
I am conflicted I know not of love while she is core of it.
I see her everywhere but nowhere so
I search.. I long.. and I yearn..
for her but she is far from my reach I can only hope that our hearts are in synch.
When I wrote this I was thinking about her and nothing else love consume us all but is this love?
Thoughtskeeper  Aug 2016
Night
Thoughtskeeper Aug 2016
The darkness opens our souls. When there is no clearity left in our eyes and when we can't see with our eyes anymore. That's the time we start seeing things with our mind. That's the time we can set our emotions free.
Kaley  Apr 2017
Clearity
Kaley Apr 2017
When you cry
It's called weakness
In your Eyes,

When you feel
It's called heaviness
In your heart,

But

When you see
It's called clearing
The fog in your
Mind..


So keep your Eyes open
And guide your heart,
Every thing will be okay
When things look like
Their falling apart. ♡☆♡☆
Things iv pieced together.
Just wanted to write. ♡☆
Mary Pritchard Dec 2009
Oh how the bitter chill arose from the night
Briskly it clings to my chest
Tight, my lungs fill with bitterness
Music that comes with the darkness
From the night owl that sings besides my window
Reminding of how cold the hour
That flies with the ever present issue
How I'd love to hear with clearity
The willows that lie with in the bank
Floods the memory of you
Like the outer lakes the river that flows
With the kiss of reason
Rushing through the waters of life
Making since of folly
Making fools of us all
Gide my feet from falling
And slipping on this soggy ground
The muddy mire sloshes between my toes
As I walk on
Past the fellows that came to fish
The beauty of the day brake
Seeps through the mountain peeks
Each drop of sun light warms my face
Shines on this face so weathered
The lines of the passing years line my brow
And into my heart
Oh, how I love to feel the fresh air
The calm of the wind passing
As if to say hello
The birds sing their morning tune
And I feel true to life again
But somewhere in the midst of wonder
Lies layers of question
With the passing moments
That can never be replaced
Slowly reality crashes into dream
The measure of timelessness
And the reality of the undiscovered
Lie within the reach of the person who is willing
And the people who are ready
To leave their doubt behind
And press on into the night
Sit down, put pen to paper
Think.
Nothing comes.
Pen ink spreads out from where the tip touches
A stain on an otherwise blank sheet
A stain that speaks more then the words that won't form
A visual primordial soup of the mind
All mushed up
No clearity or dividing line.
No verbal structure to be defined from the words
From the thoughts
They all are or are not
There is no pattern, or order
Yet no chaos either.
Just ink on paper.
The ink being my thoughts, pouring out unformed and all at once
Spreading out from where the pen rests, unmoving on the paper
Soaking the point of impact till it rips, peircing through.
Still thinking.
Like always having something on the tip of your tougne
But in your mind, your thoughts
It's there yet unformed and unknown.
So again sit down, put pen to paper
And think.
Max Jan 2019
In my dreams
Everything is vague
The clearity will be there
When I open my eyes
And embrace this sleep-induced plague.
I have a lot of dreams lately..
Richie May 2020
A prodigal as myself
A man whose beliefs are solely his
Filtering as much as I can
till I sense clarity


Clearity is my obsession
Nothing beats that smell
and  the satisfaction they bring
Exclusively I poke all the theoriticals as they have path like webs of miseries, tangled  reality
fabricated  truth
falsified  hypothesis
truth  and lies

I'm a prodigal
cuz I question alot, forgive me
as till I drown in your mind
I might never be satisfied.

But yet
Only one
  will I follow blindly
My gut feeling!
Writing this Poem gave me an insight to the clarity I have been seeking and I had to end it different than I initially planned. Made me realize sometimes the answer u need is withing , hidden in a clouds of poetry..all you need is to write.
PEARL SMOKE  Nov 2018
2017 Drafts
PEARL SMOKE Nov 2018
january
110
I’m scared
To Relapse & Stay Stuck
To give up recover
I’m scared to
Look at you and walk away forever.
To just not care wether you believed I truly loved you.
I’m scared
For my love to be trapped
For all My strength to be gone
Lose it all ,

---

1218
I need something
Right now.
I don’t need anything
But I crave for a runaway
To run right tf now
I don’t need , I want
What I want are terrible things x
Fixtures to a faster end
I’m tired , I’m so so tired
This ****** life I cycle

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Untitled
I’m proud of you
For all you’ve reached & conquered
I’m so proud of you
For the person you’ve become
I remember the first time I seen your face so enlightened.
It was the day you Got your first job
Oh did you forget?
Who listened to your Pain
The days you’d come home angry
Feel so upset & self hate .
Believed you were worthless

---
march 2017

I’ve Relapsed Before.
These feelings are different though.
Been relapsing Frequently.
Not Once or Twice.
Full binge tweaking.

I don’t know anymore.
I’ve gone to far
Idk where I stand
I feel I’m going soon
Where to ?
My familiar home.

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jun 23

Shut up
Yeah it don’t matter
To me like before.
Yes yes whatever you say ,
Of course because of me.
All my fault
I’m to blame
I’m to be hated .
Oh yeah darling I don’t care.
Uhuh sure believe I
never loved you.
Go on keep telling me how much more I prefer drugs .
Yup yup
What else?
Ohh more insults ok
Yeah continue on
Ok ok & ok.

---

it hurts
The pain is too much.
These drugs aren’t enough
To numb them completely.
It’s tough , I need something
Real Fuckinn rough
To relieve me
From my broken heart
..

I’ve fallen to my knees
When I cry
I look up at the sky
Begging god
To please Help me see
Clearity and the path
To the life I deserve.
One Filled with happiness
Laughter, Comfort , Love .
Dk idk

---

-
All I wanted was to be & feel
So loved By him.
Did everything i could ..
Forgave him many times for things I shouldn’t have but I gave him many chances because I couldn’t see my self ever hating him .
I love him so much despite everything.
My tears won’t stop Dropping .
I don’t think I’ll ever stop crying
This hurts so much
I’m truly broken
Idk how to explain how deep my pain currently is.


==

August

My journey To recovery,
Has been extremely devastating.
Ive been walking alone.
Doing this all on my own.
No one to grab
no one to hold.

The Clocks ticking
How much longer will i hold?
Looking around, im lonely.
Im Pushing forward
Solo
Its going to hit me soon
Turning my head to see the one w
I

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