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If I could only find a space in time to let you know what was on my mind
But I could only tell you what I couldn't find
I couldn't find the words to talk with
I couldn't find a way to not feel awkward
I said at the time I couldn't take any more of being morbid
But just couldn't find the strength to move forward
I couldn't feel the pain that I feel so
I couldn't believe that anything was real
I couldn't comprehend it all had to end and when I needed you the most
I just couldn't find my friend
I couldn't choose a life to take
I couldn't sleep so I stayed awake
I looked in this mirror
But this couldn't be fake
But this guy looking back
It couldn't be Jake
I couldn't detriate
An I couldn't even think what the hell I had done
I could think this was all just for fun
But I JUST COULDNT STOP
I couldn't keep it on the lowdown everything was on top
But if I hadn't met you
I couldn't of got what I got
But I couldn't cry
I couldn't laugh
I couldn't fight
I couldn't bath
I couldn't try another path
I couldn't ask
Because who on earth is there to ask !
Steve Page Oct 2018
And when you pray
Ask from your heart
and when you pray
Seek from your soul
and when you pray
sniff around without ceasing
through your tears
to find the doors
that He has prepared
to brand new frontiers
for you, His pioneers.
And then -
Knock.
A lesson from Redeemer London.  Matthew 7.
cleann98 Oct 2018
this poem is just about a bakeshop.
no allegories
no symbolisms
no idioms
no metaphors.

mother kneads the dough.
she does it so well.
pounding the white clay
with such masterful effort
her hands do not tire.
neither tires her arms.
neither her thighs tremble.
neither her smile
it charms.

mother had been standing there
untiringly since dawn.
and yet she does not stop.

it has been raining incessantly
ever since she woke up
and yet she does not stop.

not even a single costumer appeared
not a single knock on the door
and yet she does not stop.

daughter asked her out already
daughter asked her to close the shop

daughter always says
and with a lot of sense
watching mother work
simply is not worth
the miniscule sells

yet still she does not stop.

daughter asks mother
far too much.
she asks why mother is always smiling
she asks why mother works hard as such
she asks why mother why it was always raining

daughter asks mother
why no one is waiting at the counter?
daughter then followed
where is brother and father?
and finally daughter asks
why no one, for their shop, would bother?

to which mother just replied
"let us simply pray for better weather"
don't try to find an analysis
you wom't gain anything from asking anything
this is
the most blatant poem
you will read ever
just look at the title.
Colm Oct 2018
Ask
What doors are you afraid of walking through?
For fear of the family and following to come?
Ask
What did we do wrong?
I greet you good in the mornings
And wait for you to sleep by night
I ask if you've eaten, if drinking
And make sure your health's right
I kiss you when you want (need) it
And hug you even when you're sour
Sing you all these sugary nothings
Tell you you're all mine, and that
I'm all yours, even on busy noon times
You invade my mind by the second
All I think of is you, and I tell you
You tell me it's the same with you too
Make our hands touch whenever they can
Then again, all this is in a span of weeks
And by the month we were 'us'
I thought we were the happiest, I thought
And then I come again to ask -
What went wrong? What did we do wrong?
Or maybe I'm asking the wrong question
and maybe it's "What did we do right?
i heard the sound at night

get up from that fright

get ride from that sight

wish and stay for a time

pray to me ask me your desire

ask me to cure you from the paralysis

cry to me see me your weakness

ask me if you want some money

ask me if you want tobe a guy

that everyone wants to be that guy

all minds admire himand so the eye

obey me in doing the good

you gain the help of  me

the god calls you ,who will be that guy
everyone eeds the help of the God. the most power give his hand
Abdulrhman Sep 2018
everyone was afraid to ask :
"did i make you happy"
everyone was afraid to answer:
"you only make me wonder"
Colm Aug 2018
Any word
That was ever written
For the sake of money
Is no longer sacred

Scathing with regret
Within the I'm mind

It's in due time
That you will find
Your forward self
Looking back on history

So that at least when writing
For youself

You earn a greater
Peace of mind
In keeping with your own kind
In all you do, do it for Good. And money isn't Good.
I guess my heart spying
My eyes ask
He does not answer
The answer was found
By your heart
the answer of my question found at your heart
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