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πšˆπš˜πšžπš› πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ, 𝚊 πšπš’πšπš‘πšπš›πš˜πš™πšŽ.
Β Β Β Β  πšˆπš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš’πšŒπšŽ πšŒπš˜πš•πš.
Β Β Β Β  Β Β Β Β  πš‚πš˜ πšπšŠπš›, πš πš‘πšŽπš— πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽ.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  π™Όπš’ πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ, πšπšŠπšπš’πš—πš.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  π™Όπš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš πšŽπšŠπš›πš’.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  πš†πšŽ πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ, πš•πš’πšŸπšŽπš πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πš’!

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β π™Έπš πš›πšŠπš’πš—πšœ, πš’πš πš™πš˜πšžπš›πšœ.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β π™»πš’πšπšŽ, 𝚊 πš‹πš˜πš‘ 𝚘𝚏 πšŒπš‘πš˜πšŒπš˜πš•πšŠπšπšŽπšœ.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β πš„πšœ? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'πš›πšŽ πšŠπš— 𝚎𝚑.
Life's a box of chocolates and you never know what you're going to get.

Β© snoW
π™²πšŠπš•πš• πš’πš πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽπš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒ...  
πš‚πšŠπš’ πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πš™πš•πšŠπš’ πš™πš›πšŽπšπšŽπš—πš!  
𝙸 πš“πšžπšœπš πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš.
Is it that bad a thing?...Huh!
𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 π’…π’†π’”π’Šπ’“π’†π’…, π’Šπ’” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’π’π’† π’˜π’‰π’ 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 π’ƒπ’†π’šπ’π’π’… π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Žπ’†π’“π’† 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 π’…π’†π’”π’Šπ’“π’†π’….
Glenn Currier Sep 2021
The thorns in my side
I try so hard to hide
with humor, cleverness, even kindness
but after so long they are well-planted
like seeds they’ve taken root.

I am a man full of grace and gratitude
even changes in attitude
I float on great waves
in my wooden dinghy
precarious atop mighty waters
and angels visit
take me into smooth azure lagoons
where I reside in peace
even serenity from time to time.

I weep in great sadness
occasional fits of despair
drowning there
I swim up to gulp for air
leap and glide into the light
breathe mercy in my flight
pray for courage and gumption
but discover
I cannot stay afloat alone
so with abandon I dive
into bright souls whose hands and hearts
reach down to rescue me.
Some of them are thorn people too
battered, broken, and rugged
who’ve found the courage to change
the things they could.

I guess these thorns are there
to ******* up for air
to give me the zephyr of humility
the certainty of a love
that save me.
For those in the grip of addictions.
Glenn Currier Jun 2020
Living with your depression
in that sphere of despair
is like gasping for air
becoming the dark pool’s possession.
Peter Farsje Feb 2020
The deep, dark pit
holds me tight,

Though my arms fight
with all my might.

Its pitchy blackness
filled with gloom,

Every hour
spreading doom.

On and on, I try to flee,
knowing well its not to be.
Cerasium Dec 2019
Strings tied
Fates collide
Crashing into oblivion
Destined to intertwine

Where they cross
Is easy to see
But where they end
That's hard to know

Never forget
The happier times
Cause if they break
That's all that is left

Soon we will know
What fate has in store
For the future is bleak
And that's clear to see

So if you ever
Find yourself wondering
Just remember the happy
And you will find your path

But stray too far
You will end up falling
Deep within
the rabbit hole

For you see
That is where
My mind
Has traveled

Deep down the hole
Where the light rarely shines
The darkness takes hold
And all that's left is gloom

Gloom sorrow and fear
Despair anguish and misery
These run rampant
Amongst the darkness

So be prepared
For when you do fall
It is not an easy climb
Back to where happiness shines
Steve Page Sep 2019
In this less than
a few rungs below
my idea of a perfect year,

in this off-cut cast-off
and near redundant cluster
of never quite within my grasps,

in this now,
but not yet of a year

I found a light
high in your smile,
a familiar chime
deep in your laugh,
a welcome rest
on the cusp
of our brief touch

and I found hope.
We all need hope
Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
The moon reflect your silhouette in the night sky
Are you haunting me, I feel I could cry
You left me to die
I plead, no beg of you,
please leave my mind
You still a part of me
In my soul you reside,
I can no longer cry
Someone please save me!
Why’d you leave me behind
God you should have taken me instead
In her place I would have died
Please help me!
This misplaced rage I can’t hide….

Loneliness is killing me
I can’t go on, it’s with you I should be
We for eternity, is a promise we share
Slit wrist,
Wait for me my love
I’ll be right there.
Losing someone is never easy
Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
Tears flow like the river Nile enraged
Mournful embraces as the joining feeling of a future lost unites a weakened family
A mother inconsolable, treads thru meaningful memories as the smile of her lost child still freshly haunts her
A fathers rage distorted, hopelessly punches walls as the embrace of a perfect daughter still freshly lingers
A Family horrifically shaken, as even the stars sheds their mournful tears
A question tread milling through broken down spirits and scarred souls
A eternally loved daughter’s memory
drowning in uncontrollable tears
Tear stained prayer reaching out with a healing hand
as reluctant sorrow pursues a numbing soul
Mournful embrace, the only solace in a wicked life’s tragedy
A promising future, with love in abundance lost in a sorrowful abyss
A life unnecessary lost........
not only the loss of one fragile soul
A child's life lost in any community is tragic.
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