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D Jul 2016
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Is it possible to feel any more dead inside?
To know that nobody is by my side..
Being told there's nothing wrong with me,
That its all pretend, to just let it be,
Hurts even more
Then being ignored.
I said I need help,
That i need it bad.
You said there's no need,
That its all in my head.
The smile is fake, and my words are lies.
Yet still you think I'm safe, that I'm fine.
I'll tell you again, in a couple days
That I need help..
You'll shoe me away.
Figure it out on your own.
Same old story I'm always told..
Inside I'm wasting away,
Replaying your words in my head,
Trying to escape to a better day..
Hearing your voice, calls me like a dare.
I listen harder, its the sound
Of no concern, no care.
It whips at my heart,
Like the sea on sand.
Tearing me apart.
Relentless.
Is it possible to feel any more dead inside?
To know I cant share with anyone by my side.
Being told there's no way out, haunts me.
That I have to face this alone and let it be.
All of this could never hurt more,
Then just plainly being ignored.
found this on my facebook memories, one of the very first poems I wrote that made me realize how writing frees me.

I've grown up a lot, so this is a ode to who I use to be and how I'm not her anymore.
Beau Scorgie Apr 2016
Today we had sxx.
One minute, two minutes, three...
A round of applauds.
J B Moore Mar 2016
Courage, why have you left me
Strength where have you gone
Faith, you fled into the world,
And left me wandering on.

Prayers you seem to be no more,
Hope, as well, has disappeared 
To the dark have I lost them both
Just like I had once feared.

I'm afraid I've finally been left alone
Shall anyone notice my cries out here?
But what's more there's a voice so soft,
I stop and wipe from my eyes my tears.

Someone, they're calling something out
It's too faint to hear as I'm too far away
Yet they must be getting closer 
For I can start to make out what they say

"Be strong, hold fast, take courage,
A command has He not given you?
For He will not leave, nor forsake;
Every tear that falls will He not come to?"

I stood up from where I was,
For I was no longer Alone.
By the voice of one like no other
Was a light to me shone.

I felt the cold leaving my body
Taking in warmth of the light I heard,
Strength came and filled my bones
At the sound of the Great Shepherd's word.

"Take heart and be strong, little lamb,
Here's something to ne'er forget
Many have been given to me by the Father
And of those many given, all shall be kept.

"This is a promise you have heard before
By it shall Faith and Hope return to you
Who will work together to bring back Prayer
And all this has come when there was naught you could do.

"Then given time Prayer will strengthen Faith
And they will work together along with God's grace
When all have become strong shall Courage come back
And all will have happened in their preordained place."

At the sound of His voice I fell down and worshiped
Just like he said came Hope, Faith, and Prayer,
When I finally looked up I could no longer see him
But, his promise remembered, I knew He was there.

And after some time along with much grace
I found that Courage was put back in his place
For as long as Faith would look toward the Cross
I knew, from God's Word, I would never be lost.

12/6/12
Maple Mathers Feb 2016
when I come to it.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
Ekaterina Oct 2015
Oh, soft, sweet and vivid fruit
We greet you each morning with glee
Holding you in the palms of our hands
Toss you around happily

We wake up with a growing thirst
For your pure saccharine juice
Grab a glass, admire your spirit
Knowing well we have nothing to lose

Then we hack, and we slice
Through your center part, tearing away at the skin
Ruthlessly clawing through the exterior
To get to the lifeblood within

Back in our palms you find yourself
Weary of what may come next
We seize your head and the sides of your form
And squeeze before you can object

In terror you struggle and holler and cry
“Why must you do this to me? I’m a friend and I care for you so!”
But what you may have never realized is
We have always been both selfish and hollow

We crave something of substance and dimension
For one covets what one typically lacks
So while you believed the lies we spoke through our teeth
We held a dagger aimed at your back

When our cup is finally full of your sap
And you’re done being used for the meal
We throw you away after stealing your soul
Nothing left but a few orange peels
(2010-2012 Collection)
Louisa Coller Apr 2015
There's a sharp pain in my side, driving me insane,
clicking my back all the time, ouch ouch ouch.
Message from him, a message from her,
they both love me you know, it's pretty awkward.
I have a box on my desk, it's brown and filled up,
nothing good to you maybe, but stuff I treasure a lot.
There's that drawing I did when sleep high,
"Sleep High" is what my friends like to call tired.
Might update another piece of writing today, not sure yet,
I can't believe I've been writing this since 2012.
The cat is so soft, I wanna just snuggle his fur,
I'm trying to think of a song to listen to, but I can't be bothered.
Storm Feb 2015
Twas the night before the end of the world,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was giving any craps,
Not even the mouse.

The rain was pounding
On the roof up ahead,
But no one paid mind,
They had nothing to dread

The children were nestled
All smug in their beds,
While thoughts of still having freaking school tomorrow
Danced in their heads.

With mom in her kerchief
And dad in his cap,
They both settled down
For a (hopefully) peaceful nap.

12 am struck, and my eyes opened wide!
The end of the world!
It was coming!
We all had to hide!

I got out of bed
As quick as a dash,
And tore open the curtains,
Tore down the sash!

And what, to my wondering eyes, would appear?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Oh...oh dear.

The streets were wet from rain,
The grass and dirt muddy.
A crazy guy walked down the street,
And he was somewhat chubby.

Oddly disappointed, I went back to bed.
For now, like every other sane person,
I had nothing to dread.

The children awoke,
And as they shouted about the end in fright,
I heard mom exclaim,
"It's not over, shut up, and good night!"
Back on December 20, 2012, the population of the world thought it was going to finally bite the dust. Instead of freaking out, I had taken that night to write up this little baby to the rhythm of "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Two year old poem, take of it what you will! Enjoy!
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
As days jitter by gleamed with such sheer and merry,
Then comes the memoriam-filled allegory;
Called the times of meditation and redemption,
Purple-shrouded cloth with blood has brought salvation.

40 days to drop down and be poured on ashes,
40 nights to commemorate for such dashes;
A memoir to be sung, flinging an elegy,
Sacrifice of the Son tuned to a eulogy.

But have no disheartened faith heard on stricken grief,
For a promise of sacrifice is worth that brief;
It’s the moment to recall, repent, and renew,
Making a mark not turn to long the past askew.

Lenten season speaks of turning from the darkness,
Losing a part to share with Him pure happiness;
Just as Christ suffered for the shortcomings of men,
His Church must respect and join for the time given.

So do not grieve for his loss, or that of your own,
It will be worth such a gain and it shall be sown;
For that choice, a short-time loss is a long-time gain,
With God, He provides us courage to surpass pain.

Such as to come thwart on our midst His forthcoming,
Prepare not only now but till life deems rusting;
But until time hovers to an eternal halt,
Apprehend, amend on such light and grave faults.
I made this for Lent 2012, as a resolution to start posting written literature for the Lord.
Dragon* – a reference to government or a leader with such great powers.

Economics can determine the future?
The decision making, which can force millions to abide to the law established by government, can determine the future. *That’s it.


An extension of affluence for all,
But where is the long term?
Poverty and high unemployment,
Now an argument?
With two years to educational progress,
Juan Dela Cruz drew back and recoil.

Humankind’s race,
With such declining economies..
A need for taxation of the working class
To stay number one, or should I say, the Top 10?

For those capable to success,
No full-time salaries.. No livable wage..
A further education..
Would it be worth it when a full-time was offered?

For the move of the dragon,
Is there a downgrade forecast for the nation?
GDP has been calculated, water dragon may not be drown..
Meagre realm’s tyro – for their incomes deduction.

(4/2/12 @xirlleelang)
The Pioneer 2012
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