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Thomas King Jan 2018
How can this be
That this face I now see
Was the face of blissful youth
And everything yet to be

It’s now twisted in hatred
Misery and pain
My Life's hard lessons
Have clearly been in vain

Those once innocent eyes
Bright and filled with wonder
Now dark and full of contempt
From the dark spell I’ve fallen under

Drained of everything
That was wholesome and clean
Unable to remember what hope
Or happiness really mean

Staring now back at me
Are my eyes that now see
The reflection that depicts a face
I no longer recognize as me
Taylor Ganger Jan 2018
My hands are way too cold
I haven't written a word
I should do something else
I should
Just
Find some time
I should drink tonight
And sleep twelve hours
Or play that saxophone
It gathered so much dust
I can smoke cigarettes and sing songs
Drive to the country to see the stars
Paint my feelings
Watch movies
Tell stories
Write

Gah!
But if only I had the time!
Charlotte Dec 2017
The world watches you fall,
the largest proven oil reserves
but you couldn’t call out to your brothers
acknowledge your mistake
so that you may grow.

You **** children,
hunger grips every mother
and fathers struggle with
children of eight trying to earn a wage.

Your country is ****** up
holding it pride to its chest
waving the flag never admitting that
their force has killed eight thousand
or that their children are in hospitals
starving.

Kenyerber Aquino Merchán,
less than two starved to death
because hospitals have no formula
to feed the innocent.

Spine and rib cage protruding,
mourners with wildflowers from the hills,
and relatives cut out a pair
of cardboard wings from
empty white ration boxes.

Let you pass away,
sleeping now under my wings,
we’ll conger the wind
and ease the president's pride,
he is hiding under the cover
cowering the corner -
he has no one else to blame.
I broke down in tears writing this - I wrote it because of this article https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/12/17/world/americas/venezuela-children-starving.html - I don't know how to help because the president refuses to accept international help apart from loans from Russia which barely hold the country a float. So I did the only thing I know how to do to help - write.
Eureka Merton Dec 2017
Why does she sleep?
To dream of Him gone?
Long for Him?

When will she return?
Oh Lord!
When will she return?

She tried to drink the moon,
To feed off the sun
And now,

From a hidden well
deep Within
she drinks.

The only one
to quench this
thirst,

that can feed this
hunger
is You.

But Lord,
the one who's desire is full
lives on, bursting with a Love uncontained!

I turn over the hungry one,
the thirsty one,
take her!

She is Yours,
wake her
with your Love!

The heart knows
You long to
Awaken the sleeper!

She is Yours,
not of this world.
Save Her!
Part of the journey, longing...... the one who longs for God - uproots eventually - and becomes like the moon- His Light shining bringing her Alive with the  Light ....
Surya Teja Nov 2017
As each moment passes in my life
And the end comes ever closer
I fail to see how my hourglass
Is running of the sand

You never know when it is
Or how long you have
You'll count the moments passed
But never the moments left

These many days on average
We tell ourselves every time
We never realize that the average
Is not how many for us

To be something in this life
To do something for this world
To find something brilliant
To reach somewhere in the end

Because any moment can be your last
Probably it is in today
Or a few days from now
The clock is ticking and time, running out

To be what you are to be
To understand what the complexity
Of the world, the universe
This is so little time

To be all that we can be
To do all that we can do
This is the only time we have
And it is not nearly enough

Why waste those precious moments?
Why ruin those amazing seconds?
Do what you want to do to be happy
And make use of this little time
dj mcc Nov 2017
I live in a vacuum.
I exist in a fundamentally
misunderstood airspace
inhabited only by a
lonely soul
who is
shouting and stammering
senseless pleas,
thinking,
"Who can this awful,
lonesome creature be?"
Never realizing,
"Oh,
it's me."
Taylor Ganger Nov 2017
What am I doing in this wild world?
This wild life?
I want to be myself,
But apparently I am.
So why is my head so clouded?
My heart so diluted?
Chapter upon chapter,
I only feel lost and blind
Running through this wild life,
Always out of stamina
Out of the gumption
I need to be
Myself
Denecia Oct 2017
Wanting everything but enemies
Materials mean nothing when you ain't got your brother
What happened to loving one another
You focus on grammar just to escape the message
Having tough conversations with yourself cause no one else will listen
Maybe you don't want them to
Maybe you're better off fixing it on your own
Maybe you're just young you'll figure it out once you're grown
Plot twist, that doesn't happen
You're still lost, steady looking at the map
You flip it, maybe it's the wrong way
Or maybe it's you that's got this whole thing wrong
Life's not going to wait
You better figure it out soon
Look in front, it's your classmates everybody's ahead of you
Dess Ander Oct 2017
Running through the wood
The girl is running
In hot pursuit is the enemy
The enemy behind her-
She darts to the left
Almost tripping
She needs to get away
Away from the enemy
Suddenly
She leaps forward
A river in front of her-
She plunges
Icy waters **** her in
She reaches the other side
Only just
Has she escaped,
Escaped the enemy?
Exhausted
She turns round,
Looking down into the water
She sees a reflection
Terrified
Drenched
She runs again
For she has seen once more
The enemy.
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