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Nylee  May 2018
light source
Nylee May 2018
Burning the last of her
             to be their only source of light
.
preservationman Apr 2014
2014 may not have significance to you
But it is really 1914 in being the clue
It will be the 100th Anniversary of the Greyhound Bus company creation
I felt it would be fitting in the mention
Supposedly May is the month of the celebration
Imagine the hound bus being started in the form of a car
Innovation history that has taken the hound company far
It’s the hound bus existence spanning from a beginning to present
Today the hound still continues to represent
A nation and global citizens that welcomes Greyhound buses everyday
The idea of going my way
The land transportation carrier that helps travelers convey their own passenger portal by-ways
It’s the everlasting journey that stays
The bus hound has weathered many storms
It was the company’s acceleration beyond any norm
The hound’s bus wheels have turned for centuries being its own reels
A moving bus with windows like screens
An adventure in motion in what it seems
Happy Anniversary to the hound and continued more years in staying around
State to state has always been your bound
Give the hound dog a bone
Your stretched out approach you have shown
You have become a passenger’s friend to which we have come to be known
Keep those wheels turning and our inspiration always urning.
GO HOUND AND THE MESSAGE IS TRAVEL NOW
RL Smith  Mar 2015
Mother nature
RL Smith Mar 2015
Encase me in nature
smother me in leaves
let me flow with the river
hug me a tree
When mother comes calling
greet her embrace
immerse in her wisdom
universal grace
Yet, we exploit her
pillage her soils
feed from her *******
pollute her with spoils
Scarring her beauty
no thought for her care
t urning our backs
ignoring her tears
But a mother enraged
is a sight to behold
you should be afraid
if her love, she withholds
Her temper will fray
her might will unleash
call us to account
there will be no peace
Fire and brimstone
floods and high tides
eruptions and cyclones
oceans, acidified
The nature I love
the universe of dreams
who sung us a future
unravels before me
CM Vazquez  Feb 2013
the comedown
CM Vazquez Feb 2013
eyesopen
neverstill
Knuckles cracking, urning pills.
thewhite
goodnight
, Just Contemplate!

on such good night i couldnt wait.

to SUpress instict
,
Fears of fate.
It's so **** great
til i eat like 8

Then  the next
day's worse
And I can't maintain.
I'd steal a nun's purse just to
not complain.

And
I'm not in
sane
As much as deep in pain.
I'm no citizen tamed,
said I'm siblingless Cain

Quick
&
Thick
the comedown came
M Epperly May 2012
Laying together, wrapped like ivy to a building
I look to your eyes, viewing something withheld
I kiss your lips so they part with the words your eyes hold tight
Quivering with uncertainty, they say... I want you
Lustfully I grab your perfectly curvaceous hips closer
Kiss your enticing lips
Hips undulating in unison
Senses heightening with every breath
Clothes removed as if time was ticking
Urning to feel us together
While I ****** deep, I am captivated by your beauty
Skin so flawless, begging to be caressed
Tattoo like quicksand, pulling me in
Moments of ecstasy, you state felt like forever
Feeling what I had not ever felt
A ****** of which Everest would fall short of
We lay there wearing only what we arrived with into the world
Holding each other like ivy to a building
Basking in amazement of a moment shared
preservationman Jun 2014
I was in church Sunday morning
The sun was high in its own urning
The praises ran out loud and strong
I definitely was in church where I belong
There was a Guest Minister from another church
He preached on seeking victory and who to call
What the Preacher spoke, “Walk, Stand, Shout, Talk, Look and Dance”
This meant overcoming struggles in chance
Then following the steps will help you advance
It was a distinction at every stance
The Minister was definitely a Teacher, Lecturer and a child of God
I admired his chosen words
The sentences with the words made my heart swirl
A man of God and yes I have heard
Taking victory to the next level
Putting struggle in a shovel
Advance to awake
It’s the power of victory in the take
Turning struggles into an overcoming stake
Yet stand on your feet
You have gained victory and scored zero on defeat
God has always been the rejoicing treat
To walk and been blessed is a welcomed retreat.
Cerasium  May 2021
Unkindled Love
Cerasium May 2021
What’s the point of love?
You only get hurt in the end
Traumatized and broken
Left to feel unwanted

Begging to understand
What exactly happened
Why you are left alone
Why they chose to hurt you

You fear the loneliness
Yet you also accept it
For it’s the only thing
That won’t leave you

The sorrow and emptiness
Is almost comforting
It surrounds you
Holding onto you tight

Yet at the same time
You feel a urning
A urning of love
But too afraid to grasp

Tossed in an endless torrent
Of back and forth emotions
Wishing with all your heart
Things would have been different

Darkness clouds your heart
You turn away from love
Knowing that in the end
It’s only going to hurt

No matter how much you beg
No matter how much you wish
No matter how much you cry
They don’t see how bad you hurt

They don’t see how much you love
They don’t see how much you want them
How badly you need them to be there
How badly you crave their touch

You dream of the past
Wishing the love was still there
Then remember the pain
And begin to cry again
Cerasium Dec 2016
Drowning in fear
The weak hunger for power
Burdened by their pain and suffering
Lost in a time with no remorse

We live as one
Hate and regression filling our lives
We find ourselves lost in turmoil
Begging to be saved in silence.

Urning for the sweet flavor
Of a rich life untold
A life with love
Passion and grace

Finding oneself sullen
In bitter defeat
Our stolen voices
Silenced by fear

Fear of others
Fear of pain
Fear of sorrow and heartache
We hid ourselves where no one can find us

Helpless we pounder the unknown
Urning for the courage to face our fears
Wishing for a miracle
To unchain us from our binds

Soul in agony and indigenous suffering
Long since lived we face these threats
Broken inside we struggle for freedom
Lost forever in a bitter cold world of hate

Broken the chains fall
Grace filling the air
We gaze upon the sight
And realize we've always been the hero
Always saved ourselves from utter damnation

Lost and confused no longer
Free from the pain and torture
We gaze at the marvel
Of a world born anew

Knowing the pain of the past
Protecting our future from damnation
Sensing the dangers from far beyond
We ready ourselves for the battle once again
Von White Feb 2019
No people can handle this ****.
Barely those who lives through this.
All purpose seems the life in flesh;
Is horrid at its best.
A twisted sitcom show.
That’s no less then cruel jokes.
many times in deepest holes.
eyes glorify the rope.
Or mind glorifies rope.
Who knows anymore.
One realizes loneliness is where the sick is born.
One realizes loneliness is how aching hearts shall mourn.
Yet again these thoughts of red,
beg that one please will tend.
With sharp swords and gore.
Of Blades piercing flesh
Of sharp swords and gore
until limbs be torn.
Surgical mesh be drenched.
This stomach is so sore.
Destruction absorbed.
Self infliction is adored.
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in that wretched mirror.
It is so crystal clear.
This face  needs disfigured
This face needs to be Seared
An urge to burn the face,
as well as to cut.
Perform practices precise.
To tame the craves;
for blades
that thrusts.
Fugly as the ugly duckling.
If his feathers he began plucking.
repulsive ravishing disgust.
Spit at reflections for good luck.
Anger and vile succumb as it does.
In all ways that it can be done,
This self harm now one knows and loves.
Black seems white feathers of doves.
...........................................................
Insi­de black demented places.
Lurk do entities of hatred.
Laugh in masks like a masterpiece painted.
Unfazed as if one is sedated.
Forever this chaos.
in pureness created.
Dead be these roses.
in violet vases.
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To remain cloaked in magic states.
Still many strife always remains.
At times it seems the blind are divine.
Dilated be these eyes.
Shall needles pierce eyeballs to disdain.
Urning to spray the eyes with mace.
Keep the hArd drugs in the brain.  coursing through collapsed and thin veins.
Keeping the *** from being laced.
Without intoxicates still insane.
Only hopelessness and endless pain.
At a young age came,
demented strange days.
Paranoid in fear;
With destructive paths near.
malevolent demeanors have now appeared.
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For so long felt so helpless.
Life in all forms is selfish.
As despair impairs.
One becomes more selfless.
Remain thy light in darkness black.
While psychosis viciously attacks.
Crack back
Owning a craft.
Obsessed with knives and plastic wrap.
Unorthodox ways.
Leaving blood that rains.
Up for many nights and days
Owning a craft.
This world is sad
left perception oh so mad.
One of  my longer poems, it will be used as lyrics for my project
Lola N Mae Sep 2011
I have favors to give out today, the brilliant and fantastic kind that could evoke something lovely. I don't know in what, where or even who I will give them to but I know. I can feel it, its been running up and down my spine all night. I want to be a part of this fever. You did it. You accomplished it. I am stuck with you forever unless you let go. Are you done now? Your the only one that can fix it anymore. Nobody else remembers me. I miss them all though. I really do. You remember, before you took me for yourself while they sprinted from the mania you whisper. I remember. I remember standing frozen while you pushed them away from me. You hurt them. I have nobody else but you now.

You swallowed me up. I survive feeding off of you. I have to stay here now unless you reach in and pull me out. You comfort me and tell me that if they really loved me as much as you do they would still be here like you are. You repeat it so often. I believe you. I still do. I am yours because you truly love me like none of the others could. I still love you. I still want you to love me more. I only want to make them care again. Your the only one they get to worry about anymore. You take it all away from me.

You bring them around and make me electric with their touch. You make me feel like an authentic person again. You tell me I deserve this. I forget about you a bit as you begin to creep under their skin. You use me to distract them. Pain. You show them pain and fear and the pure deep insanity of this all. You show them the wreckage and then rewind the tape, slow it down a bit and press play. You can't keep showing them the end of the story. I cannot keep trying to convince sane people to board a plane thats planning on crashing mid flight. It makes me look crazy. Sane people don't like crazy.  Instead, as they always do, they run from crazy.  I don't chase them anymore like I used to. You told me not to.  Chasing for love implies weakness and weakness deserves punishment. I don't chase anymore.

I'm urning to be moving for no reason other than progress. I'm so tired of falling down while the rest of them are pushed further and further away. Let me go. Let me walk forward. Its been 10 years since I crashed into you. I was running so fast that day. It was a mistake, I tripped and fell. You licked me up with pretty promises of pink ballerinas. Now, let me do this just this once. I'm still 10 years old with you. I'm still here. Why am I still here? This began so long ago my love. Why are you keeping me here? You have such a nasty habit of pushing me down as soon as I place my feet outside the bed each day. You kick me down so hard that the bruises and cuts won't heal anymore. I can't wake up another day because I know what inevitably happens. When I sleep, I'm afraid to wake up. I'm scared that I'll forget about you for just a second and won't brace myself in time. You won't let me forget about you, even for a moment, will you?

I keep wondering when you'll push me a little harder and I'll fall backwards. What happens then? What if you make a mistake? I am not a strong as I used to be and you keep telling me to get stronger. I try not to sleep anymore. Alarm clocks are terrifying. What did I ever do so wrong? Did I really come out that bad? Was I really meant to end up here? Did you have your eye on me all along? I've just been waiting around for so long. I don't know what's after this place. I couldn't tell you what the others know about.

That uncertainty is what keeps your knuckles white and fastened to my wrist. You told me I can't catch up anymore. You told me again. I get it. I'm here forever and its useless and stupid to think otherwise. But maybe I want to be stupid. Maybe I am a naive *****. Call me a naive *****. Say it. I just want to try one last time. A bit of light wind would do just fine for me. Thats all I need. I just need a hand up from the ground. You never thought I was good enough anyways. Don't you want to get rid of me and find a better one? I'm getting older and sicker. We don't have fun anymore. You never smile at me. I don't laugh anymore. I can't put up a fight when you trick me. I just flop around like a rag doll in your grasp these days. Why don't you go find a new one? I'm sure she'll be more exciting.

I only need an easy push in the right direction and then I'll be gone from here. You can hunt and chase down a lovely new one. She's sure to be much lovelier that I ever was. If I get up and walk again, soon enough I'll be running again. My hair will fly and tangle itself in the wind. You wouldn't want to fix up that mess anyhow. I would only need a moment to figure out my way. I have so many favors to give out today, so many favors for them to adore. I want them to adore me. I would even give you a few in exchange for this  gust of life back into my dead bones. Just one. Thats all I need. One favor from you. Only one. One. 1.
Corey Carson  Oct 2013
Sands
Corey Carson Oct 2013
The sands of time sweep on, carrying us forward.
They erode the past, creating new life.
Where there is hopeless nothingness,
forms the seeds of life.
The smiles on peoples faces, hand in hand we walk.
Together happiness, a new feeling.
A good feeling.
There they go, those sands again.
Tearing at the fabric of your reality, battering them to shreds.
Nothing lasts long here, most of it lies in your head.
As a race we move on, as people we dwell.
We choose our pace to walk through our shallow hell.
As we grow older everything changes, we live, we learn and we hurt.
The sands sweep us along again, suddenly we're thrown out of our homes.
Tossed into the chaos of the world, forced to move as one with the hoards.
Day to day, we walk our way.
With the blank nothing, why must we pay.
Love springs into our nothingness world, once more we feel whole.
As happiness pushes us out of our dark role, we begin to remember we have a soul.
We hold our heads up as we walk along, moving through the world on our own.
As we walk our challenges grow harder, the times make us smarter.
We fight through the world, struggling to survive.
The reasons why, There isn't but one.
Time has past, sands eroding the past.
Suddenly the world is brighter, filled with laughter.
Springing forth, urning to learn.
Small feet in the sand, children.
As they grow, you see the trials.
Creating their past like a growing file.
Once more we are pushed forward, the lights are dimming.
You have come to the end of your journey, unsure of what comes next.
You have lived a life, of sadness, hope, pain, love.
But alas, what is to come?
In the blink of an eye you're gone, sands sweeping over you like a dark shadow.
Erasing you from the world.
But you're not completely gone, you live in the minds of those you have touched.
And now, you too, are part of the sand.

— The End —