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Johnny walker Jan 15
If God Exists It Is not I who will have to justify my existence to
him
It will be those who have corrupted our lives who have stolen cheated lied for their own greedy selfish
ways
If God Exists It's those who have turned their backs and denied his existence, not I who have only questioned but not denied or forsaken him
altogether
Or shamed his name through despicable acts of cruelty killed In the name of religion as terrorist do I have only questioned his existence
If that be a crime then so be It, then I will prepare to answer at the end of my time
Questions I have  asked myself  over the years about God but never totally denied his existence
K Wolff Nov 2018
No stranger to temptation
Yet i find myself here -
This self destruction
Compells me beyond fear

Life's trappings cannot hold -
The fears of mortal souls,
Forced forward to an end
One will never suspend

So forth i will stride
Into paths indeterminate -
No longer denied
I will advance with morals forfeit
Daniel Ruiz Oct 2018
well,
what a crazy life,
what an overwhelming and crazy life,
If people would have explained to me,
what this games was about from the start,
things would have gone differently,
What's this game about you ask?

well,
haven't found the true meaning,
it's like wondering what's the meaning of life,
and sitting for hours wondering,
if dying for this,
and wasting time,
is all worth it.

And you see,
Street lights are very lit in my street tonight,
The funny thing about that sentence,
it's that i don't know what it means yet,
but deep down,
very deep down it's already implanted itself somewhere,
becoming meaningful, every second.

I've noticed the same thing happens,
with people, things, words, actions,
once they are implanted
there's no way back,
and they will become a part
of what WE will be in the future,
and of the few things, we will truly have before we die.

So,
This petty game,
that's mostly being played
by people who don't even know
they are playing it,
It's all about happiness and being meaningful?

But how can we play a game about being happy,
when half the things that define us,
are the things that hurt us the more.

How can we play a game about being happy,
when we forget the happiest times
in our lives.

Just how can i try to be happy,
when happiness leaves my hands
as fast as i try to grasp it.

Happiness,
it's more than a game,
so this metaphor at the end of it all,
it ain't really good,

but when something
has been denied to you,
when deep down,
it feels like I've been
prohibited being happy,
Everything feels like a tabletop,
and i'm just the ****.
Cowards: Men who kick a woman(esp. after he's the 1 that drug her down).  You'd never suspect
it's the men with a good reputation around town.  If they're true & through bad they don't fight only women but their fist are enough for anyone who angers them enough... he'll try to take anyone down.
BUT it's a pure yellow-bellied coward sort that doesn't have what it takes to stand up to another, not for himself much less any other.
Lowest **** of all cowards are the ones who kick her like she's
a dog when she's on the ground,
  standing up over her like a tall tower,
feeling proud with
power.
If or when it's found out then she deserved it all. Oh yeah, without a doubt especially if she's already been down the abuse pattern route.    
When he kills her; appears justified because they say, she should have gotten out before she died.
But sure enough, it's a pure coward that'll kick
a woman & tell her that he should stomp her brain's out.  
     SCREAMING at her
     FORCING her to
answer his questions  when she's already too frightened to make a sound...
              knowing that no matter the answer she decides, it's just another excuse for him to slap her around, why? Because of course whatever answer will be
a lie,
I guess a coward must
be able to predict it's a
lie before any words
ever have to come out,
I guess she lied because she just wants to be slapped around.

Wait what's that sound?
  Oh it's death bells now
   they'll bury me in the
ground. Death is merely
peace that I've finally
found.
   ~SacredInkedBlood ©2018
The day that coward finally puts me in the ground is the day that peace will have no bounds. Not goodbye, so don't cry, just goodnight until it's time for everyone to fly.
Karijinbba Jul 2018
There was a very cautious man
Who never laughed or played
He never risked, he never tried,
He never sang or prayed.
And when he on day passed away,
His insurance was denied,
For since he never really lived,
They claimed he never died.
Jump into life lose win grow shrink live hate cry love love and love children men women cat dog anything share what you learn so others won't have to suffer.
Nazrana Kalil May 2018
Left a trail, praying
you do not delay
follow the flow of blood
its here to stay.

See the eyes full of pride
Touch the stinging pain inside
The red waiting to rectify.
So is this the love you deny?

I'm not the sweetness that blinds
I'm not the golden you'll leave behind
I'm not something you'll hope to find
I'm just the love you denied

You were the one who ran from the sanctified
you were the wrong i justified
you were the perfect that love disguised
you were the wrestle I
...despised.
Crystal Freda Apr 2018
All I seem to get
is to be denied
when I thought
it was mine.

All my time
and effort
just turned into
pain and hurt.

I just want to go
and succeed
but I feel I have to
beg and plead.

Every time I try,
it doesn't go my way.
I just have to keep waiting
every single day.
Seema Nov 2017
The rotating pillars over my head
Has dropped by an inch
My eyes focuses on the path led
And all I see is an antidote in a syringe

Laying on white sheets, while time flies
Watching everything with these torn eyes
Paralyzed with no motion
Death is a denied solution

Now I close these eyes and make a wish
That time stands still
And all that is around me clashes and spills
With me as an aimed prey, destined to ****...


©sim
Fictional write.
Eyal Lavi Sep 2017
Thrice he knocked upon her door
"May I enter?" he implored.
"I bid the welcome"
Were her words

Thus he entered
Solemnly
Into the chamber
Were the bed
The night they wed
Had marked the first-
-and last as well
When both their bodies...
Intertwined...
Had layed in bliss...
Her lips, her kiss...
All he had missed...
And dreamed and yearned...
Just to return
And look into her auburn eyes
And feel the love he was denied

Then twice he bent upon his knee
And then he stood
And then he looked
And thus he saw
It wasn't she
Not she who loved him on that night
Indeed he knows she never did.
And yet if only-
"No, not ever," were her words.
"But"-
"Never ever will you be the man I loved, of this be sure."
So sure was she.

"I disagree," was all he thought
Though words came not
What point to speak.
"There is no point," were words
he heard
From lips, her lips
Her kiss, pure bliss
Was not to be.

END PART ONE
This is part one of a short poem in two parts
AtMidCode Jul 2017
Then:
I lay my head to a green and a brown pillow
The latter clutch tightly in my left hand
Slowly, ever so slowly
I use my right to wipe the tears
And put the pillow next to my mouth
To cover up the scream thrumming painfully from my throat

I will my voice to wail the unfairness of it all
Like how certain people just seem to have what they want
Others more than what they need
I never let myself believe I can have both
Nor deserve either
Yet when He asks me
I replied, "Can I have one? Just . . . one thing I badly want?"

I thought it was that
At last I know what I desire
Finally, I have a path to go on my own choosing
At long last, a place I really want to be
exists

But wanting and having have always been different
Their words stretch far away from each other
Their meanings, farther
Not wanting to meet if the occasion's not rare
Always apart
Never to start, especially if just for me

How cruel it must be
To have that certainty
Only to be denied, again

and

Again,
NO
Again?
NO.
Once agai--NO
. . . Once again, again
When will that line be familiar?

Now:
I lay my head to a green and a brown pillow
The latter clutch tightly in my left hand
And fought the almost habit way of folding my fingers into a prayer
What is the use
Of asking of hoping of wishing of praying

Slowly, ever so slowly
Sleep comes
Dreamless one.
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