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Mark Sep 27
Folksy blokes, like ya struttin’ ya thang
If you’ve come out of da Grand Ole Opry
But, won’t stay around for any old music sang
If it’s causing their head, to go all floppy
While rugged mountain men riding in some country rodeo
Can just step right up, to a Appalachia recording studio
Put down several tracks and become a world wide pop star
They sing about hillbilly ways, while cogging or flatfooting from afar
Talking ‘bout wild hogs, gators, foxes & how so much more
Taste so great, using leftovers as bait & making real men roar
Old fables told through pictures and patterns on knitted quilt
Even showing the feuding days of the Hatfields versus McCoys
From both sides of Tug Fork stream, with many unemployed  
Although Asa and Devil Anse, said, ‘they hadn’t much guilt’
All because of a judge and 5000 acres of unusable swamp land
Once owned, by a close kissin’ cousin named, Perry Cline
Who didn’t even get any blood on his hand
They started a war, that could’ve been stopped
By a bottle or two, of good ole mountain moon-shine
Both clans almost wiped out, if last man standing had accidentally dropped.
Mya May 6
I need to warn him
that he is in danger
I need to tell him to run
far away

I run as fast as I can to the place
                                                                   he is late
                                                                  
                                                                he has a calm face
                                                      something definitely happened
all I know is I need to help

               once again we argue
      no one winning
we yell out how we feel

                                                   but he just holds up his gun to me
                                        he says he will deal with his own conflicts

I can't do anything
but I have to

                                                 he holds the gun to his own head

I yell his name

                                                        ...

I stare at his body

                                                             ...

tears roll down
and all I do is just stare at him
I can't do anything anymore
my brother, he is gone
I got my inspiration from a show that I recently watched. This show moved me to tears. I cry for a while even after I finished it. And it was this scene that I would think about and cry all over again.
i don't know why,
i don't know that this could happen,
i did'nt try to cry,
but tears are just came rushing.

such an unevitable sadness,
destroyed the walls of happiness,
put me on a spell that started the madness,
the light that is slowly, consumed by darkness.
~~~ just a way i interpret myself losing me in a peculiar way maybe
nabi 나비 Jan 25
sometimes it seems like life would be a lot easier
if the conflicts were a bit more sporadic
if they were more spaced out where we had the time
the time to deal with the conflict or situation healthily
and then heal from it and learn our lessons
then in a bit the next conflict would come along and it would easier
i mean, don't get me wrong, conflicts and challenges that life throw at us
are exactly that, conflicts and challenges
they aren't meant to be easy things, some are easier than others
but none of them are the most basic problem to solve
and life being the thing that she is isn't going to make them easy on us

it seems like all of our challenges we deal with in our lives come all at once
it's like pulling a book from the bottom of the stack and they all come tumbling
all these conflicts come at once bringing so much with them
stress, anger, heartbreak, jealousy, almost anything we could ever feel
and sometimes they just won't let up
the books sometimes feel like they are continuously falling
and sometimes we can't save every book that falls
sometimes the spines break and a few pages fall out
but maybe that's the way it's meant to be
the conflicts will come and we will get through regardless of how difficult they seem
sometimes it's okay to lose things in the conflicts
as long as we don't lose ourselves in them
Ammar Jan 16
War
There will be time
When I'll put down my arms
Lay my armor aside
Embrace the warmth, and live.

But until then,
gears up.
Just like my life my heart is an atrocious mess
Trying to do right but the only way I seem to go is left
When I try to cry no tears seem to form on my bottom lid

I think of you and my chest feels shot with a volting stun
Sounds stupid but this time I think Cupid said uc the arrow and blasted a gun
When I wanted to help you I lost my mind when my demons wouldn’t let me give you some

I didn’t want to go back to what I knew would end
But my hearts too real and everybody knows we had a past back then
Told myself I’d be there for the moment even tho when it was over I’d want to bury my face in pills & soft dust again

I wouldn’t say my heart is broken cause that already happened a long time ago
But it’s so conflicted and it’s like instead of fixing it I just step on and crunch the broken pieces and **** brain cells so memories drain from my dome
I wouldn’t say you have to forget to fix things but that’s all I wanna do when I get to missing you cause of my heart , just cutting too close

As I write this first poem I think of how you motivate me to do things I always wanted to do but simply just never did it
Like this meditation of words explaining the conflicts in my heart, like a peaceful flashback you give me a warming vision
I still hope to go to sleep at 4 am having a mirculous dream with only me and you in it..

-AP
M-E Jul 2018
Guilty,
As well as being empty
Pain hurts so much
So much I can’t tell how much.
Innocent,
For a while, then ephemeral happiness
Hallucinations, not existing at all
Deadly, as a rogue tide, a fall.
Mistaken,
In a pit of regret fallen
Like being forced to
Something tied to
Or my point of view.
Rewind,
As a dual mind
Or a bipolar patient
Goals can’t be reached
A slippery thing can’t be grabbed
Eject the old cassette.
Samruddhi Nov 2018
Midnight is on its way
Moon and stars by its side
Still I lay awake
My eyes open wide

Day has finally come
To shine bright like the sun
Still this mind wanders
And the thoughts make fun!

Thoughts have always been like this
Taking everything as a joke
Be a tad bit serious
And they give me a big poke

Mind finally overpowers these thoughts
Thoughts of accepting defeat and running away
And so the deed is finally done
As this time neither did the heart nor the mind sway!

They work in perfect snyc
Something I'm not used to
I'm literally amazed
At the magic of those two

Everything feels so very perfect
Only until this magic stays
Then again the world is upside down
As mind fails to keep thoughts at bay

They dive back in the pool of mischief
Try to fake an innocence
But everything they think after that
Is nothing more than nonsense

This is how they make a world of their own
With all their mischief, innocence and fun
And this way they try to keep you alive
For they stay right there for you until you're done
Let your thoughts wander.... They would guide you back home!
William A Poppen Jun 2018
Is it harder to let go of
Bad habits and addictions
Or, harder to climb over
That wall where
Feelings hide away

There is so much one can do
With feelings, stuffing them
into some bulging mental drawer
Is generally counterproductive
And learning to befriend them
Is no easy task albeit
Extremely worthwhile

Each engendered feeling
Seems as tough to hide as
A newborn puppy
In a college dormitory

Peaking over the wall
At secreted feelings
Displays piles of anger, fear, envy,
While more pleasant feelings like joy  
Fight to garner attention

Pleasant or unpleasant
Gently pet each emotion
Befriend it and it will
Give you strength
And insight into
Weathering a crisis,
Healing a relationship
Or finding your path in life
Not sure this is even a poem.  I can't seem to make it flow so I'm posting it as a stream of consciousness.
Druzzayne Rika May 2018
When people are talking
conflicts are erupting
even when everyone appear calm
some feelings are harmed

Using the most cutting weapon
we do not know how to control
The tongue has the most victims
no one considers at all

careless whispers
and the screaming match
hurting all those who matter
deeper than mere scratches

Resentment stays
as the words replays
and the distance grows
even if it does not show.
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