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Charlotte Huston Jan 2016
Beckoning, questioning,
Along paths of sand laden,
Laid the days of reckoning -
For Love's ocean horizon.

Those Summer hills beckon again,
For the man lost in Time -
In the meadows of eternity,
Distraught in Sorrow sublime.

The days of glorious chore,
Fall dead to the rays of their light -
And wash upon a ****** shore,
Next to the broken shadows of the night.
Blank Canvas Jan 2016
Voice breaking
Heart aching
Had to take a pause while speaking
So as not to hear me crying
Inside this body, a heart is dying...

Slowly trying
Desperately hanging
On to something
Worth loving
Worth fighting
Still ends up losing
i really don't know if it made sense but.. yeah.
Ami Shae Jan 2016
I think I'm starting to wake up now--
the nightmares have finally stopped
and memories of before
come flooding in--
I used to have a good life
(way back when)
before the monster came
and stole me away
from the one who loved me true
I didn't realize then
what all leaving would put us through--
I let lies and deceit
take the place of my love for you
and found out too late that I was being used
to fill his needs to spew out his hate
to be someone that he lived to abuse--
he had such charm in the beginning
making me feel like a queen, a divine love
but then when the slightest thing went wrong
he would hit, push and shove
and tear into me like an animal after his prey
and if I dared to leave afterwards
he'd always find a way
to lure me back in and beguile me again
til finally one day, beaten and bruised
I knew I couldn't let him win--
I ran far far away and started life anew
and I wanted so much to find you again
and beg forgiveness from you--
but when finally I did make that call
to let you know I was now free
you told me that it was too late--
you no longer want me.
So, I sit here now knowing above all
that this life lesson I've learned
is like the world's worst wake up call...
I guess it's time to let the past go and move on. I didn't think my heart could shatter into so many pieces, but it's obliterated. How could I have been so stupid? I let the monster charm me away from the one man who truly loved me. Sad. :(
Caloy Jan 2016
He pick us up when we fall,
Forgives us, as I recall,
He hears us when we call,
A true kind king so merciful.
Nebuleiii Jan 2016
your voice sings to me
your eyes wave over
your mouth beckons me
your arms surrender

your heart calls to me

and

i'm starting to answer
Silence Screamz Dec 2015
27
27 YEARS
No spoken word

27 YEARS
No written note
You come at me, now
Saddened I wrote

27 YEARS
Not in a moment of time

27 YEARS
Not in my dream
You come at me, now
Alone do I scream

27 YEARS
Not a second goes by

27 YEARS
Not a minute to spare
You come at me, now
Your heart does not care

27 YEARS
Now do you cry

27 YEARS
Now do you wonder
You come at me, now
I sit alone and I ponder

27 YEARS
I don't know why

27 YEARS
I don't know the game
You come at me, now
Guilt or no shame
After 27 years my sister has finally contact with the family without giving any reasons for her leaving or not even sending a letter or a phone call
Poetictunes Dec 2015
I deleted your number like a minute ago,
But I'm still in it cause it's hard for me to let you go.
I calculated the hours,
And approximately, it takes a day to stop relishing on the moments we shared.
It takes just about a hour to calm my thoughts of you.
And just a second to have a urge to call on you.

I can't lie I missing kissing on you.
I guess I'm addicted to your love.
A drug;
You gave me chills,
what a thrill.

Im tripping off more than drugs,
I gotta be real,
I miss the good morning hugs.
And the after feel,
I miss the feeling we get when we used to hold hands.
I tried texting,
I tried tried calling.
Maybe I should stop because I feel myself falling.
I promise this is my last call.

Leave a message at the tone.......
You're not a man of many words
But I heard your tears through these paper thin walls
I could have asked you where you were
I could have called your name, but you don't answer anymore

I embrace the loneliness for warmth
This cold winter has been so long
Maybe the cold has frozen my heartstrings
I could have called your name, but I can´t feel anything

You´re not a man of many words
But I felt your love through my heart´s paper thin walls
You have been stumbling backwards
I could have called your name, but It'd just echo in the halls

I embrace the rejection for warmth
This cold winter has been so long
I thought you were the only one who wouldn't let me go
I could have called your name, but the sound melts away in the snow
crackedheart Nov 2015
Hello, I've been calling you
I tried stopping myself
I don't know what to do
Please, answer, I need help
I hear the echoes of my voice
Pick up the phone
Hello? There's no noise
Please tell me you're home.

Goodbye, I'm going to give up
I'm sorry I wasn't enough.
I might try calling again
Goodbye, please answer *then
just a little something to post :)
cable news video brilliantly captures
the blood washing Parisian gutters
glittering in City of Lights sparkle

images of carnage coagulate in my mind
clotting my heart with searing resent

in desperate need for release
from the abject scorn
that boils within my veins

I flip the channel to
watch a Predator marathon
but light entertainment
fails to satiate my restive soul

I turn down the volume
and click back to News

My iPod is audio ready
to soothe the savage beast
with some righteous death metal
I blast my earbuds,
Culture of Death's new CD
prepares me for real action
  
ever at the ready
digital recreation
has me *******
my controller
mustering up my
Call of Duty
comrades

I am a recognized
high score battlefield hero
taking out godless apostates
in the global war on terrorism

I'm usually eager to
baptize Iraqi jihadis in a
Holy Ghosting
bloodbath
but tonight
Black Ops kills
fails to thrill
my controller and I
stand down

opening the gun case
I cradle my Bushmaster
the smooth barrel and rugged stock
feels so right in my hand

it pleasures me to know
I am one of the good guys with a gun
I relish the fear and respect
I garner during open carry
troops to McDonalds
the hairs on the back of my neck
sometimes titillatingly rise

one day I hope to
take out an active shooter
at a movie or the supermarket
that would be way cool

I place my Bushmaster
back into the cabinet
and carefully rearrange
one of my Glocks

yet even with this
considerable armory
I still feel insecure
it may be time
for a trip to Walmart
to secure another Glock
*** more ammo

my heart recovers a bit when
I think about tomorrows recon trip
to my tree stand in the Jersey Highlands

Bear season starts soon
for the past few weeks
I've baited the area with
Dunkin Donuts and bacon grease
I've detected lots of bear ****
can't wait to drop one of those suckers
I visualize one in my gun sights
should be easy pickens

my CD ends with
some real raucous ****
removing my earbuds
I turn up the volume
on the News

footage from last summer's
Black Lives Matter demonstration
runs in continuous loop
members of the
New Black Panther Party
are yelling into the camera
a woman in a black burka
her eyes squinting angrily at me
from underneath her cover
sends shivers up my spine

when we take our country back
they will be served some
Second Amendment justice

News flashes Ted Cruz
condemning Muslim
refugee resettlement,
in a Christian Nation
only Christians should be
allowed in...

News breaks back to footage
from the concert venue
highlighting the
blood stained mosh pit

News flashes ISIS Jihadis
riding in Humvee's
routing the fleeing
Iraqi army once again

News highlights a smiling Putin
firing off Caspian Sea cruise missiles
into the bleeding Levant
examples of decisive leadership,
if only Obama could grow a pair

News flashes to a Rose Garden Obama
bragging about killing Jihad Johnny

the drone strikes and
active bombing campaigns in:
Syria
Iraq
Libya
Somalia
Nigeria
Mali
Yemen
Sinai
Afghanistan
Kenya
Congo
and other unspecified locations
are working says the Muslim Prez

By the looks of Paris
any real American Patriot
would think not

we need to send a message
a quick strike fix
some major shock and awe
to placate a nations troubled soul

if that offends any Christian
turn the other cheek
wimp, so be it

I say go
Old Timey Testament on their ***
let our vengeance is mine God
**** them all
**** them all
**** them all

Culture of Death:
Cystic Dysentery

Barry McGuire:
Eve of Destruction

The Doors:
The End


jbm
11/17/15
Newark
lots of hate going round since the murderous tragedy in Paris....
let cooler heads prevail.....
be still and know that I am God....
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