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Sally A Bayan Mar 2018
(haiku x 2)

coffee and po'try
how could i ever abstain
they're my meat...my flames

i am pretty doomed
it's lent, can't stop, got some lines
how doomed could i be?

Sally

Copyright March 25, 2018
rrab
mass slaughter
     of innocent kids aye abhor,
an undeniable chance, some and/or all
     those slain Valentine' Day 2018,
     would be alive borne out
in living color before
killing spree resulted in unwonted deaths,

     when deputy Scot Peterson
     abdicated his chief chore
and did not intervene (perhaps...
     playing positive pivotal role)that fateful day,
     but walked up to a closed door
then rode a golf cart February fourteenth

     (appearing dumbfounded as Eeyore)
when seventeen people killed
     (lying dead on the floor)
     inside the Parkland, Fla. school
     seeds bracketed speculation galore,
sans officer at Marjory
     Stoneman Douglas High School did ignore

Shooting not "FAKE" baffles
     and begs question, why bemused
mentioned deputy did not
     strong arm gunman Nikolas Cruz,

Who unloaded his AR-15
     inside the school settling revengeful dues
as said killer explained,
     which no skew logic can excuse

     as the latter indiscriminately
     brandished barrel that fired
     bullets at random youths
     (unwitting targets) lighting a fuse

of explosive rage, and
     (leaving no iota of doubt) lose
zing no chance against death penalty,
     as surveillance video released into news
media Thursday (July 15th),

     truth one cannot refuse
to see, where young baby faced assassin
     blithely pumped bullets
     dooming lives, whose shoes
unable to outrun as classmates got felled by ones and twos.
ClawedBeauty101 Dec 2017
Dead...
The nightmare from hell
A ****** at heart
The shadow that fell...

Dark...
The ash against the snow
The black sheep of the family tree
What Labels do I not know?...

Doomed...
The fault line in the ground
The corner of the darkest hall
Where no life is found...


Time has passed and your Labels mean nothing to me now!!!

For where sin abounds... Grace all the more abounds!!!


Redeemed...
Temple of the Holy Ghost
A branch of the True vine!
Holy and Blameless before God and the Heavenly Host...

Righteous...
Seated in the heavenly places with Christ
God’s workmanship
Partaker of His promise, through the ****** price...

Raised...
From my death grappling grave of sin
Was once dark but now filled with light
One of the many unworthy who were chosen

It's been so recently those Labels have been eating me alive...

But Lord you always remind me who I am in Christ!

The Labels make me crumble up... have I failed to be a guide?

Your word and church, they bring me strength to survive!...

                      **Shut Up Labels! For I have Been Revived!
Romans 3:24 - But they are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus
1 Corinthians 6:19 - Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?
John 15:1, 5 - I am the true vine and my Father is the gardener. I am the vine; you are the branches. The one who remains in me--and I in him--bears much fruit, because apart from me you can accomplish nothing.
Ephesians 1:4 - For he chose us in Christ before the foundation of the world that we may be holy and unblemished in his sight in love

2 Corinthians 5:21 - God made the one who did not know sin to be sin for us, so that in him we would become the righteousness of God
Ephesians 2:6 - And he raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus …
Ephesians 2:10 - For we are his workmanship, having been created in Christ Jesus for good works that God prepared beforehand so we may do them.
Ephesians 3:6 - The Gentiles are fellow heirs, fellow members of the body, and fellow partakers of the promise in Christ Jesus

Colossians 3:1 - Therefore, if you have been raised with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.
Galatians 5:1 - For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not be subject again to the yoke of slavery.
Ephesians 5:8 - For you were at one time darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of the light.
1 Thessalonians 1:4 - We know, brothers and sisters loved by God, that he has chosen you …


May make this into a song someday Lord willing, I know everyone has been given a Label, and as you can see from reading the poem I have been given quiet a few and several more. It doesn't matter what and who the world says I am, it what God says I am and as long I am doing what the Lord is telling me to do and I am obeying him, I should NOT fear these Labels...

I do hope and pray someday I'll be given a new label... or seen differently...for now... all I can do is pray and wait
Garry Nov 2017
Dance, you little worm and
keep that smile on your face,
Because I know how to keep
the likes of you in your place

Spend your best years jumping through
my flaming hoops of fire,
Until you're old and of no use
And begging to expire

Now just do as your told and
there'll be nothing to fear,
Or I'll steal your children
and all you hold dear

Mindless entertainment,
Money, *** and war,
Will keep you dumb and scared
and in a state of shock and awe

So take this crap and worship it
because it's all you're going to get,
You're nothing to me remember
you worthless marionette.

I've poisoned the air, the water,
and the seeds you grow and eat,
My flames are everywhere now
and there's no escaping the heat

I'm in your mouth, your hair,
your eyes and, of course, your heart,
Come in now, your time is up
And mine's about to start...
Bit bleak this one. More poems about flowers, puppies and everlasting love coming soon...maybe.
Haruharu Nov 2017
I am afraid.

My inner demons are taking control like never before.

I feel how the darkness makes me rot from inside.

The stench from my walking corpse.

I am so afraid.

I feel how they're winning the last battle.

The person I was is dying, beyond saving.

There's no turning back, I'm a living dead.
Juverine Wan Nov 2017
I overthink,
It's a regular process,
I overthink,
Is it more than just a regular process?

I overthink,
That it is common,
I overthink,
Too much for myself.

I overthink,
I can barely help,
The wounds on my hands,
prove me wrong.

I overthink,
yet this is not mirage,
This is reality,
So this is not thought.

This is not overthinking,
this is true,
It's not me who is overthinking,
It's you.
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
What if I told you I really loved you
Someplace away from the depths of my poetry
Somewhere away from the corners of my chaotic mind
Sometime away from the words I weave
When I'm lost in the thoughts of you

Yet
I couldn't give you that power
To take every broken shard left of me
And walk away
Just to leave me with nothing more
But more pain and regret

So my pencil keeps scribbling
The mess I feel for you
At least until my hand goes as numb
As my heart

Forever doomed to live with these chained desires
Forever doomed to silence my own pain
 Forever doomed to wear these imperfect masks
     And forever
             doomed
                     to never
                              love
...

Never again.
Love that cannot be voiced is the most tragic kind, don't you agree? Two tormented lovers hiding their feelings from each other both too scared to admit what they feel. To all doomed loves, its better to live with rejection rather than regret and with that I wish you all a wonderful day ~BM
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
Kiss me so deep
That I forget what it is to breathe...

Let me taste the sweet sins of your soft lips
Map out every inch of my bare skin
Let me get lost in the music
of your body against mine
Until the earth starts to shake and spin

Because if tonight's all we have
Then darling make me all yours
Don't think about the future and what's past

Because when the sun betrays us in the morning
This perfect illusion will disappear
Don't worry we both knew we wouldn't last

But if there's one thing I know for sure
It's the fact that I'll forever be marked yours
And the memories of you will keep me breathless.
So until we meet again, my poisonous old friend
Kiss me with your toxic lips once more
I had to take out some parts of this poem in the attempt to keep it short. Lost in the chaos of 2015 I'm not sure what inspired this poem but I found this tragically beautiful, like most doomed loves nonetheless... enjoy! ~BM
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D Apr 2017
it's just another ordinary day,
another ***** up I have to erase
always weighed down with these mistakes
and tied to my toes, each a solid stone
and I'm sinking faster than flash
how I could know this was the last?
failing to breathe, yet doomed to hope
submerged, soaked down to the bones

and lost in the oceans
as forgotten as smoke
so i take another hit and lose my mind
my lungs filling with ashes this time
maggie W Jan 2017
We are 9 miles away from D.C.,
the eye of the storm on the twentieth.

The suburbia love we had,
storm- before- the -calm  kind of meeting we had on this chaotic day.

9 miles away is the city we love
It is a refuge for our boredom and our doomed relationship
On the metro ride, on the E street and somewhere near Farragut West
We watched small budget movies, had ice cream or playing with each others' hands fondly.

We are several blocks away from all the barricades,
So why don't we get in closer and go to Chinatown Coffee
and then wandering down the H street.

In the suburb,  I do not feel peace,
Because the storm is coming.
I'd rather go in the eye of the storm,with you
Where you fell for me.

This Capital love of ours , on the outskirts of D.C.
Where in a perfect world we would both live in,
like last time you told me on the way to E street.
Love  in D.C., To Michael O.
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