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is heaven the rainbow
and hell the rain
for when I love the heaven
i fall for hell.
i love the rainbow but rain manages to keep all my notice
Kenneth Gray Nov 2020
There lies a soldier deep within
He is strapped with might
To fight
The blight
Therein

He is not perfect, nay
He has even sinned
But this battle that's been laid before him
He will surely win
To help bring light
Into the night
Yeah, even unto his own kin

He carries great knowledge of the spiritual realm
For this - he has been placed right at the forefront, yeah
Placed right at the helm
But knowledge = power
Therefore, he will not be overwhelmed

He will be carried straight through
To victory
On the wings of an eagle
He will succeed
It is time for this soldier that I speak of
To be freed
Its time for him to ******* all his armor
For all the world to see
And this soldier that I speak of, is indeed,
Me
Now is the time to be unleashed and be the promising soldier I was always meant to be ✌
I think the poem explains itself. Theres a lot of evil and darkness in this world. Somebody has to fight against it. Ive been called to, but Ive been struggling. Hoping to get out of this cruddy place I'm in and start fighting like I'm meant to.
Brian Hoffman Mar 2019
The words can’t escape me
I’m bending and I’m breaking
I’m holding onto a thin line
Grasping onto the little sanity I have left
Death is always near
There are often times I wish I wasn’t here
Dreams and reality seem to fade
I don’t know what’s real anymore it feels like I’m never awake
Can this all be a dream for goodness sake
Depression swoops in and out of my life and drains me
Anxiety knows exactly how to take me
Deep into this pit of doubt and despair
Wishing sometimes I had an angel to just take me there
See the light on the end of the tunnel that I hold onto so near
This isn’t a poem about suicide so no worries there now, dear
It’s more about how the days used to blossom and now about how I’m feeling numb inside with no one left to care
I mean truly what’s the point in life?
Sick of hearing everything works out right
My bipolar mind can’t make it out tonight
Dowsing myself in pills and whiskey
Hoping for a moment these feelings of guilt slip me
It’s hard when no one truly understands, just hoping one day someone will truly comprehend
I started smoking again to help with the anxiety that haunts my thoughts
But sadly nicotine might be what ends up killing me and I’ll be the one to haunt
Breath a breathe deeply into my lungs corroding my insides
I rather feel the pain from smoking than feeling nothing, but numb inside
**** my bipolar state of mind
Mood swings raging from highs to lows
I can’t chase these demons they sure know how to drown me until I have little room for growth
I’m not asking for pity, but just for someone to hold me for a second or two
I apologize my skies are grey not blue
Tell me it’s okay
That I’ll be okay
I keep reminding myself that I’m not my illness and yet it still taunts me
But how can one truly be themselves when their days are often clouded?
Where is my mind? I’m mentally, emotionally and physically drained
Often jaded
Happiness turns to sadness, sadness turns to anger
I feel bitter
Tired of watching as my life splinters
Here I am left alone hoping the ends near
I miss living my own life. Take me back to the days where happiness and better times didn’t tend to fade away. Tired of feeling drained.
Josh Fisher Mar 2018
" Haunted by ghosts of times supposedly forgotten. The damages done have left the inside broken. The will to go on is too strong for the fuel is rage and hate..I would change but the pain is far too great. It comes back in waves..that means it's too late.

Father of Hell
Mother of Heaven
When will it come? My time to be forgiven  
I am your loves resulting abomination  
A demon seeking angelic redemption  

Surrounded by people but always alone the time to me in solitude is my only favorite road. I fight the enemy within, the Beast looking back in the mirror. He is my ending..the answers have never been more clearer. Words of people being present are unpromising fables but if someone showed action..inside my walls accessible?..they might, possibly, be really able..

Father of Hell
Mother of Heaven
When will it come?
My time to be forgiven  
I am your loves resulting abomination  
A demon seeking angelic redemption  

Though I know there is evil and hate unstable inside, I stay and fight while I run for somewhere to hide. These inner demons prove that I am meant for Hell..but I wish to do good for this world..and my best I shall give..I shall prevail!

Father of Hell  
Mother of Heaven  
When will it come?  
My time to be forgiven    
I am your loves resulting abomination  
A demon seeking angelic redemption “

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