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Dez Oct 2020
Oh how wicked is my sin bent heart
Daily should it be struck through with a dart
For when it is not crucified it does dart
To the sin, for which my savior was pierced through the heart!

Oh let me not be so fickle my Lord
Let me ever stumble backward
For yet a little slumber I can not afford
Else my poverty shall be the reward

Let it not be I who blasphemy’s by doing that which my Savior
did died for
You have given me a way therefore
help me walk by the strength which is yours
Oh this prayer do not ignore!

So, let I pray thee, your servant never slumber
Let me not rest from good labor
Rather provoke me, as a good father to your work evermore
If weary I shall rest in thee

Every day help me put to death the pride that be sets me
It is I who doth fight against my self!
I surrender it to you my farther!
Give the victory as you have promised

Not for my glory!
For I know it is not on my own that I even have this desire
But so others might see your glory reflected in this shattered mirror!
Then they shall glorify you!
And all magnification shall be yours!

Oh my God so let it be!
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
Every drop of tears
That escape from the eyes
Plea for justice
Genre: Minimalist
Theme: Decoding Tears
Author's Note:
Have you felt
How it feels?
Have you got
What it means?
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
Upon my life
     I swear;
Unto my life
     Despair.

Upon my words
     I try;
Unto my words
     I cry.

Upon my soul
     I sigh;
Unto my soul,
     I writhe..

Upon the grass
     I lie;
Beneath the grass
I die.
Liz Oct 2020
It's ok to not be sunshine
It's ok to cry at night
Because other people cry too
And for them, the sun is too bright
Sometimes people don't need happiness and sunshine, sometimes that's too much for them. Sometimes they just need someone to cry with them to let them know they aren't the only ones who cry
Leila Oct 2020
You want me
It’s true yes you do
I’m a pawn
Another use
But you want more
More of me
Me, me, me
Double or nothing
I’m a status symbol
Something to smile about  
I make you feel powerful
Not for me no but what I mean
You tamed me you see
Marked me when you were inside
That’s all that matters
You need as much of me as you can get
You’ll even hurt me to get your way
You need to feel this way
I wish I could admire whatever strength you claim to have
By doing what?
You think sticking me with a needle means that you’re a god
That scars and bruises are just less dignified ribbons
And the more you do it with more duplications that must mean you’re the best, right?
Pathetic and selfish and so laughable and insecure
I’m begging myself to pity you
But all I find is pain and shame and rage
What is so wrong about me that I am nothing more than a mystery to gawk over?
Do you understand what it’s like to be treated like an empty vessel?
No I don’t expect your sympathies
You’ve killed that part of you since you were a child
DisalaLJ Oct 2020
Oh I still remember, my 1st day, I was new,
saw a girl, curly hair, beautiful smile and gleaming eyes like dew
Didn't care much then, didn't even know her name
but was she Ordinary ? oh no lord! she was the flame

Then in December, one Thursday noon
Are you hungry, she asked me by the pool
Through your eyes, got the galaxy's view
Fell so badly girl, yikes! how did you?

Three months said bye,
Loved you every second that went by,
On one day which I thought was divine,
t'was midnight March, the deepest secret of mine,
I have a crush on you, god I lied
Then Good night bro.. so I cried

A small virus, threatened humanity
We got so close, just my insanity
Finally got what I wanted, I thought
so should I ask her again , why not

So In the month of poems, I did
tried to hold back tears, they slid
true that, My fault all along
Thought I was the one, that you belonged

Her heart beats for another,
got to know, through my brother
Oh dear god, what was my sin,
Out of 7 billion hearts in kin
Whyyy, whyyy did my heart, beat
for a heart, that didn't beat for me
All of us fall in love with someone who doesn't give a **** about us...
Joaquin Armijo Oct 2020
My silly little days
Passing by
Bit by bit smaller
Bit by bit more sad

Sometimes I wonder
If I can go on
No, not even that...
Is it worth going on?

Honestly now, I do not know
My silly little tasks
Keep me moving on
Like a puppet, not by choice
But to keep the charade up
Just a little more

But sometimes
Just sometimes
Days come by
Days I can’t stand
And I cry, and cry
But I’m not sad

Relief
Peace
Resolve
Move on

I just need those days
And my strings, for a moment
They loosen up
And let me breath
A little more
a poem about the everyday
Leila Sep 2020
A *******’s wish
Is not to be seen, heard, or smelt
Not even to be acknowledged
Or validated
A ******* does not suffer hope

A masochists delight
Comes with a cry
A scream, a weep
And at the end a sly wink
Help is not a want

A masochists lip
Will quiver shakily
Pain is a complex
Paradox
Don’t question me
Stalwart Dull Oct 2020
The sky thundered and the rain poured down
Together with my tears flowed 'till I get drown
I am used to be like a clown
Shows a fake smile to cover my frown
Alice Oct 2020
I have this backpack

every time I want to cry
or scream or yell
I take the feeling and I place it in a jar
and I zip it up in my backpack

its amazing really, how many jars
this one bag can hold

see, I've never emptied it or
even set it down because
I'm afraid if it leaves my shoulders
everything will spill out
and all the jars I've sealed
will break open and I'll hear it  

I have this backpack
and its getting heavy
so heavy
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