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R M Jun 2016
walk inside this body
find the places where
I am most damaged, shattered
love me, cherish me there
and let me forgive this body
for abandoning itself
November Rain May 2016
Dear father do you see my scars?
The ones that marked me all alone,
For all the nights I had no home.
Please find me somewhere else to hide.
On the way I bruised my faith,
Looks like it might stay that way.
Just bury me somewhere in your light.
For years I've prayed for her mistake,
Just to find love's come to late.
    Bring me back home.
    Make me your own.

Dear father am I still your child?
Or have a brought you more mistakes,
Then all the pain you plan to take
Please help me learn what I did wrong.
I know you've loved me all my life,
But my existence has crossed the line.
Just hold me until all light has gone.
Tonight you will close your eyes,
And you'll open them and realize
      I'll find my own.
      When death makes me a home.
Grimmest May 2016
Exposed
Afraid
  To be real
   An illusion
    Artificial smile
     Manufactured interest
      Painful apprehension
       An Impending encounter
        No escape
         Succumb
          Detached from self
           Dissociated mind
            Plastic eyes
             Void of feeling
              Mechanical heart
               Foul abandonment
                Self-pity
                 Worthless
                   Squandered life
                    Exit right
Grimmest May 2016
Sin
The choice
A tempting offer
Internal path to shame
A journey of the wounded
The balance of seduction and fate
All senses are abandoned at this moment
Fear of fulfillment and retribution with its attainment
A need to embrace our own depravity and imperfections
Freedom to lose myself in unrelenting moments of sheer bliss
Jonah Long Apr 2016
In my mind I can imagine panacea for my poison.
My bruised and ravaged body crashes up upon the shore.
Sin leaks from all these wounds, and my friends abandon ship
As I float off to forever with deaths kiss upon these lips.
And I never asked for nothing, and that's just what i got
if my pride dies before i do as I fall I might be caught.
I wasted all my days chasing things that can't be seen.
As I come into your presence, now I know what humble means.
I wrote this after reading the Parable of the prodigal son
Àŧùl Apr 2016
So cute like an Angel,
But about her only I felt so,
None of my friends thought so,
They could just have been jealous,
No body else thought so either,
But I just loved her purely,
So much like a father.
I didn't give more than a 'Hmpff' to people critical of her nature always.
All because I loveD her so much as if she was more of my child than my GF.
I guess that's where I failed, I couldn't identify her telltale symptoms of a psychopath.

I realize that it's only me who is responsible for my own emotional doom and no one else, I will now abandon the search for love.

My HP Poem #1063
©Atul Kaushal
Vanessa Grace Apr 2016
this heart
is
palpitating
within its cage

this breath
has
lost
all its might

I am
swept
up
in thunderstorms

cast away
like
he
never even
loved me
at all
v.g
Payton Elizabeth Apr 2016
You give me your credit cards and grant me with extraordinary gifts,
When all I want is your love and a goodnight kiss.
Christian Bixler Mar 2016
The fire blazes, crackles and snaps,
the women dance around its light,
while the men around, in the dark-
ling shadows, beat the drums to the
song of life.

Flutes sigh their trilling songs,
and strings dance and thrum and
blur, as the fiddle plays its wild
abandon, out, into the currents of
the night.

The wild boar is caught and spit,
its dripping fat, the flames do lick,
and now the call to feast and song,
to mead and meat and legend tall,
under the stars and the hunters
moon!
A happy simple thing. Judge it how you will.
Me
ME

I guess nobody can see
The truth that describes me

I'm used to be abandoned ,
Tasted all the emptiness
I have felt the coldest breeze
That's why Im still the strongest

I'm used to be a shadow
Hiding in somebody's back
Following the misleading path,
Still no words coming out of my mouth
Coz I'm still the innocent little kid
From the past

- Jessa Saquin
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