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Steve Page Sep 14
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 20
When will I realize
This life is not fair
These souls would rather slit your throat
Than show that they care
This wicked truth within my mind
Is stripped slowly bare
Sometimes I wish I could rip my chest open
Give you my heart
So you can listen to what it shares
A mirage of broken dreams
It's like being caught in a whirlwind
A merry-go-round snare
It's my living nightmare
Choking on oxygen
Do I breathe, I don't dare
when the air you breathe is toxic, and can only release pure oxygen on your bleeding pages.
Faizel Farzee Aug 17
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 15
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.
Carmen Jane Jun 13
I had three
Now I have one
I had Happiness, Faith and Love
Now I only have one
To which it added Sadness
What should I do with one and the Sadness?
I don't quite know
So I feel disoriented
I travel in the darkness
But the one in my chest pocket
It's there
And I feel the other two, that they are not there
Yes two is bigger than one
But the one it's still there
I think I should seek the light
And enjoy the one
And stop wondering
How would it be, with the other two as well
I should tell Sadness,
She could visit, but she can not stay
As I still have the one
And I'll do my best
To make memories with the one I have
As life is short and weird
I would not let Sadness,
Or Dispair,or Fear,
Take control of it
I will try my best
To be thankful I have the one
And even if I always miss the two
I will keep wearing the shirt
With the pocket at my chest
Where is plenty of room for them, too
I wish I felt like you really loved me.
I feel like you want to see me when you don’t have a better option.
I feel like you have a secret life that you don’t want to share with me.
I feel like you don’t care whether I stay or leave.
I feel like you are not attracted to me.
I feel like I’m doing everything to try to make this a “real” relationship.
I feel like you don’t have respect for me.
I feel like you are embarrassed to be seen with me.
I feel like I’m nothing special or different than the hundred relationships before me.
I feel needy and unwanted.
I feel like you don’t want to touch me.
I feel like you wish I would just be happy with a relationship on your terms and not have other needs.
I feel like all I’m going to get from sharing my feelings is the response, “smh” or "this again" so I keep it to myself.
I feel like you don’t really care about how I feel.
I feel like I’m almost done.
Elizabeth Zenk Oct 2018
Oh, how frivolous death truly is.
I no longer fear the quietus that will one day consume me.
Death is no more than the punctuation on the end of our tragic tale.
It's no more than a remedy for humanity.
Humanity is the grossest display of intelligence.
The most grotesque example of curiosity.
To call our species remarkable would be a scourge upon the word.
We taint the very things we love,
and incubate hate.
I take great umbrage in knowing my meaningless existence was spent as a human.
The contumely we have towards ourselves is enough to shed light on how excessively horrible we really are.
I am engulfed in wanhope,
infected with despair.
zen Oct 2018
I didnt think i would expose a poem,
or even,
conjour the courage to knit a cape out of my addiction...
This is me settling my habits with cigarettes to rest.

I ditch the nicotine and tobacco and cigarette paper,
and although the thought of this triumph is enriching,
Right now my spirit is pale, and stale of vigor,
The livliehood of a single puff,
could heal all pain of the moment,
until yet again,
time takes its toll,
Frozen I feel,
stuck and bewildered having my crutches
swept from the vice grips of my hands,
and now,
I am to stand on my own two,
with the will of my own my mind and my own heart.
Gravity is heavier here,
as if landing on planet Jupiter
Alien! Indeed is the feeling I feel, feeling, I fall...

Rugged and ruined under rain,
daggered with bows
and blind groping over braille,
Who knew victory could feel so grave, ill?
so grim and muggy and moody and mundane.
The greatest dynasties fell to dust,
and yet God doesnt even show a face familiar to man,
but is felt with the grace of a feather,
behold a blooming forever,
Clandestine, a boon worthwhile...
Roam wasnt built in one day!
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