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Siren wails
One stranger about to take his final breath
Eyes gazing at familiar faces
Piercing through souls
Melancholia reverberates
I can’t save him…

Raising flags
Amid the morning dew
Inquisitive minds of the youth
Along the misty garden of roses
Wisdom routs ignorance
I can’t teach them…

Pompous buildings rise
Along the busy traffic of the north
Breathtaking visions realized
Through pens and grids
Gasping folks looking up and passing by
I can’t build them…

Splattered blood
In the streets of darkness
One innocent life forsaken
One fatherless son
Can justice be given?
I can’t defend him…

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What does living mean?
Is life naturally chaotic? Empty?
A whirlwind of doubts
Blocked the future they envisioned

I couldn’t save him.
I couldn’t teach them.
I couldn’t build them.
I couldn’t defend him.
This life swims in the pool of regrets
Where this aimless mind drowns in oblivion

And there in the midst of nothingness,
I found myself...
Written when I was at the height of my existential crisis...
TinyATuin Nov 2016
I wear the void like Sunday dress,
I wrap myself in nothingness
far away from solid ground
moons exploding without sound...

I spin around my weightless self.

Shining stars of every color
welcome me like long lost lover,
sending stardust to my aid
telling me "You shouldn't stay"

...but still in the void I float.
E Townsend Nov 2016
I am alive and I am terrified.
Why does the future have to be
this question mark, this puddle of murkiness
wagging its finger to beg you to come
closer,
closer
closer.

Darkness lurches above me in
halos circling brightly, making no sense

I can see you, Future
I can see everything I want to see
but the waters won’t clear, the question mark
won’t turn into an exclamation point,

and you make me travel down the path
farther
farther
farther
into the unknown.
I'm lying here staring out the window,
The ground is not moving and
The house is not shaking.
Silence fills the air
Broken by the odd neighbour talking,
Not screaming,
The odd car purring past,
Not exploding,
Or the odd child laughing as the play,
Not crying
As they die.

I don't lie here on rubble
Or choke on dust and ash,
I know where my friends and family are,
And I'm not exactly strapped for cash.

I'll sigh this evening about work tomorrow
But at least I know I can get there in one piece,
That the building will most definitely be there and that the children I teach
Will arrive safely with all that they need,
And while we might groan about the daily grind
There are people, human beings, in Aleppo,
To whom that is all a distant memory in their mind.
Still trying to come to terms with how we're letting children die.
Lady Wolf Oct 2016
Hopeful of life's graces
at the same time withered
and stuck at bay.
So I danced with the shadows;
played with cold snow.
Reached for the heavens
to rain patience into this tired heart.
For one sparkle, one smile or maybe one purpose;
but for now I go the mile.
Going on thinking
that maybe now isn't just the right time.
Though time was nothing but spiteful
always landing to something that isn't right.
out of desperation
of maybe's and might's
still hopeless and still lost
In the coldness of night.
Done this around 2014, when I tended to encounter a lot of jerks after a terrible relationship. I was kind of hopeless then. Hence the sad poem.
Tara Sep 2016
Hey, O knight in shining armour
Rescue my soul
The one that whimper your name in vain
Entangled with failure and remorse
Take me ashore

Hey, O knight in shining armour
Are you listening?
My heart grunts in pain
Won’t you pity me?
I know my faults
My ego is bigger than your pride
Let me be clear I am a monster in disguise
**** me. My soul wants to get rid of me
Trust me, the world will be in a better state without me
I have killed the good in me
I am a murderer, you see

There is nothing you can do to help me
Don’t change yourself for me
I have brought disgrace to myself
Dare you look at me with those merciful eyes?

Please take me away from this world
Where I slaughtered my dream, my hope and my passion
The darkness inside me has eroded away the light
Past and present has taken away my future

I don’t want to live anymore
There is nothing left for me to say
You heard me loud and clear
Grant my only wish
You know my present state
Free me before it’s too late
Pain
Yv S Sep 2016
there is no poetry in this,
in the cold cascade of misery upon misery
upon anger
in teen hearts and
brittle limbs,
eyes red and tired and
sleep forgotten in alleyways and
empty glasses.
was supposed to be longer but here's rest:

where is the poetry in this hopelessness?
perhaps in the attempt at explaining
concrete feet and
cemented brains --
solid only in fear and paralysis and
blood, being the better reminder that
we are alive
(there is no poetry
in the despair that comes
with this realisation).
Reza Bavar Aug 2016
They robbed us!  

The one’s that told us what it means to be men…

THEY LIED!!!  

They told us feeling is wrong.
And they taught us to be STRONG is to be silent.

"Build a pit," they said, "make it so deep that a lifetime of emotion can’t fill it."  
And we oblige.  
But we know it’s there…
The stench keeps us up at night.  
The fetid fumes cloud our vision;
The windows to our souls opaque to the outside world and those we Love, those we want to reveal ourselves to.  

Meanwhile, inside, we’re clawing at the glass with bloodied hands.  

                                       GOD HELP ME!!!
                                                                ­I want to be free of this!!

See me!  
                                               I’m a human being!  

I have hopes,
         I have dreams,
                I have fears,
I feel sorrow, I know regret, and I believe in redemption…
but all of this...
It's for someone else… someone weak.  

What a lie!
So delicious we swallowed it whole—a bitter pill dipped in honey
Given us by those we love,
                                    by those we trust.  

The poison works through us,
                                         unrelenting,
T w i s t i n g us, turning us against one another…

No emotions!  
Not here!!  
You’re a man!!  
Be a man!!
**** it up!!!
          **** it up until it chokes you!!!
                   **** it up until you can’t feel anymore!!
                             **** it up until you’re dry and broken!!
                                       **** it up until you forget...
What life was and what death is…
              
                               **** it up because that’s what men do.

They corrupted our legacy
They stole our future.  
And we let them do it.  
We helped them do it.
I have so many friends that have absolutely no idea how to express themselves.  They spend a lifetime denying their emotions and when the mid-life crisis (revelation) comes around they descend into a deep depression and struggle to "find" themselves.  

I don't even know if it's possible to climb out, to breathe fresh air after the weight of a lifetime of repression/suppression is lifted.  I hope it is.
CE Aug 2016
I believe! I believe!
I will believe as hard as I can until it kills me!
God almighty in heaven above, let me believe!
I will dedicate my life to you,
I am prepared to die for you!

even if I don't really believe,
I will in time!

I can pretend for as long as it takes until my faith is true!

I mean,
there are lies that I can sink into so beautifully,
a falsehood that comes so natural that it may as well be true!

so this,
faith and joy,
should be nothing!

I've told a lot of lies,
I've faked a lot of identifies,
true

but this is is something that I truly want to be,

so I will force faith down my own throat until all that comes out of my mouth anymore are preachings

I will force myself to be the perfect god-fearing boy if it kills me

because gosh,

I just believe

so hard
having a crisis of faith.
tumbling down
into the darkness we fall

shall we open our eyes
for its jaws
to consume us

or has this void
as black as our hearts

already gotten
to
our souls too


lighting like
the thought strikes me

you are not gone
till you can wonder
about your further fall
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