lostboy 7d

Complexity with hate
Blinds our heavenly gates.
She will then be
And return late
To be free.

Forgotten gifts
Are discarded throughout the system.
Labels upon sheets,
Numbers scratched out,
Awfully, the free bird sings
Carefully now of what we shout.

Through the wreckage from a wrecked age
Give all that opposes
But take that chance;
Their burning bed of roses.

I’ll be waiting for you,
Don’t waste away,
Regrets may crawl back
But soon all will be true one day.

Make sure all of you can
Reach across a ditch
Before failed attempts to see
Unexpected flaws.

It will always depend
On your outcome.

he said the future is now
I looked at her one last time
she told him to just wait and see
Aleeza 7d

I don't know what it is
that shackles my ankles and my arms and my heart to the bed
that every time I have to get up I feel like I leave a piece of me behind
that every time I see sunlight I can feel weight on me

and maybe things are okay
no rain taps on my windows
no shouting is heard through the walls
no devastating stories are to be heard

and the clunky shoes are not so bad today
and my jacket is freshly washed and warm
and everything is in its place
and the radio plays all the good songs
nothing is really wrong

and yet it is 8am and all I feel is the cold bite of the airconditioning and fear
fear that I can go wrong and all eyes will be on me
fear that they will be overly confident in who I am that they forget that I am human
fear that I have to keep this smile on for long

and yet it is 1pm and all I want is a hand to hold
so instead I write down my remaining notes
I try to pretend my life is put together
highlighting important words in my too-new planner

and yet it is 3pm and I try to lull myself to sleep
saying goodbye to who I'm talking to because it's only polite
listening to songs I know too well
trying to find a way to drown the scratchy lines in my mind

it is dark when I wake up
and I feel more exhausted than before
and there are messages for me waiting
and yet I don't answer them at all

I pull myself up and I stare at your name
it has been a while since we really talked
I don't want to start anything
since the last time, we only lasted for mere minutes

and I don't know how to handle losing the only one who really knew me
I don't know how many times I have tried and failed with you
but I know how you talk to people
and I know that you don't want to talk to me

dinner is not much better
they question the things I do and the places I go
so how can I explain
that I don't want to stay here
and be given the chance to be alone

they say that I can easily pass the exam
they say that I can do these things for sure
when I know that I will be lost there
and be the very first one to disappoint

and people keep saying hi
how are you?
what's up?
and I am tempted to tell them
but decide not to burden them with my darkness

I appreciate who they are
I appreciate the fact that they care
I love them for trying to connect with me
I love them for thinking about me, even for a moment

but why is it
that every time I tell them I'm doing better
I cry even more?

and it's 8:15pm and nothing is helping
not the jokes or the songs or the video clips
all I can think is how easy it could be to go
all I wonder is about who might notice first

if I fall from the graces of a heaven on earth
my everything crushing who I was
if I let my emptiness be filled with water instead
my words sinking with me

I told myself I wouldn't do that
I told myself I would never let myself get to that
yet here I am
my insides ripped out
the light I once knew gone

how can I tell people
that I hold hands because I am scared
needing to have someone to hold onto
needing to be reassured that they are there

how can I tell people
that I want to be held
held in the silence of all the words I forgot how to say
held despite of how I crumble

because I know that everything comes and goes
and yet this feeling has never left

and I don't know how to answer the question
are you okay?
when I don't know if anyone can hear my whispered
I'm not okay
and I don't know when I'll be.

Richard Grahn Nov 14

Time flows by in waves
Moments on a mighty sea
Shifting in the breeze

Wasn't too likely,
You missed me nightly,
But the drug drip makes memories appear.

Road lines, coerce the mind
I was believing in something,
Still smell the same, your wet lips on my cheek reminded me of the good days.

When I was yours and you were mine.
Second chances aren't easy,
Guess it's you I have to define.

Guess the saying is true, they always come back.
Timothy Daly Nov 6

In vast cities riches grow
that country peasants shall never know
some come into this world
born into a bed of jewels and pearls
some come into this world
and will only know hurt.

Smitten©

If I was a kitten
Maybe I wouldn’t be so smitten
It’s as though I’ve been bitten

There is no chance
Of romance
Maybe under a different circumstance

Though it seems she was heaven sent
And I feel an urge to relent
It would likely lead me to repent

Don’t know why the attraction
Am I looking for some sort of satisfaction
Help me Lord to inaction

For I know not why there is this thing
Leading me to ponder a fling
Knowing it will only grief bring

Yet there it is this temptation
Is it there as some sort of revelation
Providing a piece of education

But alas with all my will
I bring a chill
To that part of me seeking a thrill

Andreas Simic©

JC Godfrey Oct 27

Because it comes by chance, some luck is a gift,
A rolling dice will dance in the cosmic abyss,
Even very seldom will your blessing have sample,
begging for your better days to take a gamble.
you can bet it all and lose all your pay,
and the ticking time-watch wastes it all away.

On seas better left to curl like mountains,
maintains that only hell hails here;
hearing a call however, the organ your ship steers by,
binds that you must flow where your heart knows
no guarantee of binding affection is assured;
shorelines from where home once felt like it sat on the map.

Good luck noble voyager.
God speed.

Kaija Derycke Oct 20

I've been tricked
I've been deceived
You see I came here to receive
To bend my mind into willing debate
To wonder and wander
into oblivious state
to roam the street of wicked ways
where i could laugh, and sway away
sway my hips into a trance
Dance with anything
and everything
just by chance

instead Sir, I really must say
you took my morning headache away
and with that the pleasure of the night
when you said
     "My lady,  
       there's no rum.
       No, not Tonight."

Arzo Oct 19

It was the darkest hour of night
With deadly silence and full of fright
My body was hurting
And in pain, my soul was writhing
Under the bare sky I was lying
Knowing that I'm dying
Was getting echoes of flashbacks
Was hearing horrific and dreadful clacks
Sensing seizer of souls howling around
Ways to escape I knew I wouldn't found
Was thinking about the days, I used to spend
How I forgot, everything 'll be questioned at the end
I begged, O God, please one more chance
My life, my deeds, I'll enhance
But it was too late to pray
I must had to pay
~Dreamchaser~

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