6 30 2018

Id rather talk about life
And living
In a world
So giving

Id rather hold love
Wishing
Hoping and praying
And singing

In this world around you
In the skies around me
I wish we could be free
And fly to places unseen

Lifting up the spirits
Of the fallen around us
Wishing we could hear it
The voice of love

Heartache fades away
So many days we get to play
Hey hello hey
Iam a little bit crazy. But thats okay

I just wanna float on the river
The flowing river of time
Just let me unwind
And feel so fine. This time is mine. But i share it

I share it with you
You share it with me
Together we're all together
Its how its meant to be

The cascading infinity
Its crazy
Time and space and love and faith
No one is a mistake. We are all here. Thats just how it is. Please partake.
You are not a mistake
You are loved
Your life inside. Confide confide
And find your bride
Love:
a material person,
taking material,
and passing it on.
I'm drunk.
I hugged a tree
And asked for guidance
The tree whispered

It is not the outside that matters
Only inside
Enter the altar in your heart
Suffused
with the fragrance of love
Light the lamp of silence
Bask in the beauty
Of
Yellow butterflies

Scoop it all up
The light, the love and beauty
And sprinkle it all around
with each word, smile and action
On people, animals and the stars
On the sun and babies
And on the waves and clouds
On toothless grandmas
And little flowers
Keep on and on and on
Living and giving

In that sublime temple
Of God
This creation.
It's a problem, you know,
when it feels like we can't talk.
I know
When the words escape me,
and the motivation was never there
to talk to you, that
Something is wrong.

Honestly,
if I'm being honest with my self
         not that it's easy to do
I'm not being honest to you.
But then you never were with me either—
were you?

It's over
         basically...
I'm ok with that.
I think I want it to be.

Then again—
this might be nothing more than
me making something out of nothing
         which is something I'm prone to doing.
But at what point is me making excuses for you
an excuse for myself?

And even if I'm totally wrong in
my assumptions of your intent;
it doesn't mean it's not a problem.
To me,
I need more
a reassurance that it's not all in my head.
But that's not how you think.

We are
         fire and water
         night and day
         yellow and purple
         hot and cold
         spring and fall
         tired and energized
         love and hate
associated with one another
But terrible together.

And I'd ask you if any of that was true
         those late night I love you's.
But if they weren't, then truth be told
I don't know how I would handle it.
I'm just so tired of feeling both of our emotions when he doesn't carry his weight
Light up the whole world,
with your beautiful smiles!

Light up the whole world,
with your creative mind!

Light up the whole world,
with your loving heart!

Light up the whole world,
with your acts of kindness!

Hussein Dekmak
Copyright
Before I knew it I ate half the bag.
Fifty pounds deliciously resting the bottom of my stomach.
I regret nothing.
Weighing my stomach with my hands.
I tried to save some.
Each piece more than the last.
Resting on the coffee table of her heart.
I didn't expect to eat as much as I did.
A decision made in haste,
I smiled.
Easily reaching into my own bag.
Replacing what I ate with that of my own.
Her pieces taste far better than mine.
Knowing that they belonged to her.
My heart rejoiced in knowing this.
My taste buds on the other hand longed for more.
Savoring the taste.
Ready to reach again.
Her heart, the sweetest candy I know
Brad post Jun 27
I never knew,
it could hurt this much.
Feeling so lost,
and so out of touch.

I break the surface,
but get pulled back down.
My will to struggle,
fights my desire to drown.

Every day, it's tortured thoughts,
of memories we made.
Now I know, that they're all false,
and my sanity simply fades.

So now the question is the gun or pills,
the razor blade or rope?
Each day, the idea makes more sense,
as I'm slowly losing hope.

If I could just be thrown away,
what use could I be?
And if I see you with him,
I'll lose my sanity.

The dreams are the worst.
because they're still happy you see.
For just a moment, when I wake up,
you're still lying next to me.

Then the walls, come crashing down,
and the memories rush in.
I have to relive everything,
again, and again, and again.

Then it's once again the gun or pills,
the rope or razor blade,
as I traverse the life we built,
and the emptiness you made.

This could be purgatory,
or it really could be hell,
but if there is a difference,
then I simply cannot tell.

I just want the pain to end,
no matter what it takes,
because no one should have to live,
feeling they're a mistake.

I simply can't take it,
my heart hurts inside my chest.
I tried to be a good man,
but I failed to do my best.

So now it's just a choice,
I just have to choose the way.
I've finally found some happiness,
cause this pain will end today.

I'm Sorry
This is a poem that I wrote two years ago today.  Time healed what it could, but the scars are still here.
Rebecca Sue Jun 24
We all have dreams.
Our personal nightmares take them away.
Then we get used to it
We dont dream at night anymore
The darkness keeps us in fear
We light candles.
In rooms that remind us of all we used to have.
Still holding, still waiting and then suffacating
So fractured, reacting, till we pack up and hide away
We lost faith
No God, no reasons just not believing
We had hope
But the world somehow won over and stole it away.
It's funny I inspired but now I'm left with nothing but tears
My crying, my hopelessness and lost years.
It gets better I say, and question that again
We all have choices to make or to take
Roads lead to demise or fate
Lyn-Purcell Jun 23
Who says you can't wear a crown
and still be humble?
You can be both! Your actions and what you give back will make you shine more!
Lyn xxx
Pete McIntire Jun 18
The Dr. said that I'm not doing okay
I replied, "What is that?".

Then he shrugged his shoulders
& dropped some change into my hat.

See me as the garbage;
The tarnished stain that's turning green from oxidation.

When really I've just opened my eyes
to hear the lies from my heavily medicated nation.

My tattoos say that I cant find work
My felonies say that I'll die in prison.

I was hospitalized for mental health conditions
three separate times when I was 13.

///

Dear Mom,
I was only being a kid.
I never thought that talking back;
would take any chance for my life to be lived.

You made me an addict before I had a chance to say No to drugs.
I am the product of a war against the ghetto & all I did was play with bugs.
Pete McIntire
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@RedLightWriting
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