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Keiya Tasire Jun 1
Something Begins to Arise.
What is it?
Is it  this a dream?
How can it be?
I am not happy!!!

It is NOT Love!!
It is SUPPOSE to be about Love!
This is NOT about Love!
This is NOT what I want!

Seeds of Awareness
Am I living someone's dream?
What do you mean it is not my dream?

Inner War
What do you mean it 's a program!
No, you are out of your mind!
I refuse to believe it!!
Where did it come from?
How did it happen?
Who is doing this?
No it can't be!
What is it's roots?
What are it's branches?
All I want is to be loved!
All I want is to be happy?
No things!
I will not! I refuse to strive for riches!
NO! I will not be a LAWYER!
NO!  I will not be a BANKER like you!
Don't you care about LOVE?
Does Love even exist?
Or is it a lie too?!!!

The Anger Stirs
Seeps from every pore!
How this be?
It's ALL lies!!!
There is an uneasy sense of awareness when we begin to remember the pain and core of our suffering as we grew. Within it we see that we did not have power to effect a change for better as a child or teenager. As  new adult we are still within the illusion of our cultural & family dream. We start to become aware that we can choose differently. Our anger stirs us to take the steps toward creating something different for our own life.
Katia Arkasa Jan 15
I finally see
The dreams you had
All those years ago
And I regret
All the time I spent with others
Searching for something that could only have been ours
I finally feel
The love I lost
Elizabeth Dick Dec 2018
I have traded in my fanboys
For an air conditioner.

My chariot is a minivan,
No longer a palanquin.

I have given up the power of Julius Caesar,
And the lust of Mark Anthony,
For an orthodontist with a beer gut.

Caesarion ate decadent Mediterranean feast from the best chefs in the world,
Now my son Conner eats something called, “chicken nuggets” from a drive thru delivered by a greasy teen.

I still remember the taste of glutton when I drank my pearls,
To flash my wealth in front of Anthony,
I thought Rome was a ***** to deal with,
Now, I have credit card debt.

When I theatrically entered the after life
I did not think of the next.

On Palm Sunday I have flashbacks,
Of being praised,
Of being a queen,
Of being a God!

What circle of Hell is this?
Talis Ren Dec 2018
at some point,
they told me to reach for the stars.
i did. i overshot.

that failed conquest must be
why i feel too much.
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
Promises made by mortal man
Are rarely met by mortal hand
For though they strive to win your heart
Such passions land far from their start

They'll paint, so clear, a future bliss
And draw you in with blinding kiss
But just when you have bought the dream
Man finds pursuits more worthy to deem

Ambition, sport and other girls
Whose flattering words and smiles like pearls
Will tempt a fellow to leave his nest
And lie upon another's breast

'Tis pain so sharp you think you'll die
And tears aren't found enough to cry
A torture rack would be better friend
With all its tearing limb to limb

To have your innards disemboweled
Or face the fiercest lion's growl
Would be kinder punishment than this
From one who knew your ****** kiss

And yet within this darkest night
A hint of moonbeam's softest light
Might rise upon such blistered soul
And shine into its gaping hole

For romance still may spark a flame
And whisper to your heart by name
To woo you in your bleakest hour
With promises of healing power

Promises unlike the others you've known
Whose good intentions were quickly thrown
Away by the frailty of human flesh
When sin's entanglements did enmesh

No, this One's words are wholly sure
His heart and mind and will are pure
His faithfulness cannot be shaken
Nor His covenant love ever be taken

He chose you before He made the sun
And said to the Father, "I want that one!"
He searched you out through all your years
Through all your joys and pains and fears

And now He waits for you to grasp
That deepest pleasure lies in His clasp
That His own kiss brings highest delight
That His face is eye's sweetest sight

It's He alone Who can fill you up
And saturate your empty cup
When life has left you hollow and dry
And numb to further wish to try

When memories lie tarnished with stains
And not one worthy dream remains
He reaches in with perfect hope
That pulls you up like saving rope

And as He wipes tears from your eyes
He says to you: I am the Prize!
Take hold of Me and drink My love
Come sit with Me in realms above

For I have blessings prepared for you
That you've never imagined, but oh it's true
I long to give you all of Me
To draw you close and let you see

That in your pain you know Me best
That heart's rejection finds its rest
In this sweet fellowship of intimacy
Where you are made to look like Me

I'll give you love like you've not known
Enough to see your will o'erthrown
Enough to pour it out upon
That very one who did you wrong

For that one, too, knows thirst of soul
And needs My love to fill the hole
Which, though he's tried hard to ignore,
Pleads, "More and more and more and more!"

But if he never should respond
Still, that pure love will seal the bond
That ties you to My own heartbeat
For then you'll see My love complete

For though the world resists Me still
I love them fiercely and always will
I've known rejection like no other
From bride and kindred and friend and brother

And when you love through hate and scorn
A jewel within your heart is born
For then you glimpse My own heart's breaking
And learn My secrets of rarest taking

To rejoice in the face of bitter spite
Requires sure death but will invite
Your soul to dance in gardens of bliss
Where you will know My Lover's kiss

So come and dance with Me, make haste
There's no spare moment left to waste
Abundant life waits through this door
With thrills and pleasures evermore!
LVQuigley Aug 2018
In my dreams I watch a girl be everything she ever wanted to be,

When I wake up I know that girl could never be me.
LVQuigley Aug 2018
Diaries of youth are disected,
pulled apart by quivering fingers,
in a sorry attempt for answers,
where did it begin?
how did i become this vortex of twisted knots
and broken dreams?
I used to dream but now I know
Dreams are just ignorant nightmares
Just ideas with nowhere to go
And no one who really cares

I want to have hope
I wish for a light
But depression says, "nope"
I'm left in the darkness of night

I cry alone
So no one hears
I'm on my own
To face my fears

Suffer in silence
Let no one see
This became my guidance
And then my reality
Depression ***** :)
Blue Ribbons Mar 2018
She had gold in her voice,
she held close to the heart
A thousand and one carrots,
They sculpted it for art.

She wanted to sing,
for there was no better way,
To share all her frequencies
in exchange for plain air.

The people loved her,
They saw beauty in her tune.
Yet when her song ended,
They reached for its cocoon.

Her fragile spirit rested inside
beneath the many dreams,
that sheltered it from the outside.

She had thought that they loved her,
Yet they ripped out her core,
Driving away her dreams,
Making her spirit no more.

Her dreams were a treasure,
They made up her soul.
But the others around her,
They just wanted more.

You see, people are greedy,
They only see gains.
And when the talent appears,
They rip it away.

To harvest it.
For their own eager needs.
And make money off of it,
Until it’s bled empty.

The girl no longer sings,
In fact, she never even speaks,
Her eyes are now black sockets,
Playing her song on repeat.

She is lost in limbo,
Her home is in her head.
It’s her new reality,
Until her final breath.
Khadro Jama Jun 2017
It goes like this,
We met!
then our journey began
its sunny days , cool nights
led different lives before
thought collaborations would be good
combining our differences
and choosing to grow old together.
It didn't last long,
because we weren't meant to be
we dreamed different dreams
and that's where i chose to say: Goodbye!
Yes I'm still on about the same old story like
some broken record player.
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