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Mike Groves Jul 24
The thoughts in my mind continually race;
I need something to slow down this awful pace;
I need to hear the crashing of the waves;
maybe a peaceful mountaintop where you just sit and gaze;
Just something to give my mind some space;
A way to empty my mind, like a runner does his legs;
The kind of quiet where if you pause it gives you grace;
for me this peace was never a specific place;
it could be staring at the sky, burning in the sun's rays;
it could be a memory that lasted a second but to me it was days;
something to make me feel small, like I've vanished from my body without a trace;
My mind can float safely here as writing is My escape.
Fearless Jul 21
It simmers inside like a *** set to boil, this roiling bubbling never ending restlessness. Like a rabbit in the forest, seeming content for a time, yet never letting down the guard. Always alert, always watching, always ready to run. Fight or flight a way of life, there is no life without this strife. Content to be and sit and relax, claw my eyes out like angry cats. Punching holes in walls with fists, and screaming into pillow fits. Drinking drowning all it out, for false release and sultry pout. Use them up and toss them out, not what you were talking about. You knew you needed something there, to make this life seem somewhat fair. Nothing going right at all, this anger eating feed it’s call. growing green monstrosity threatening lives all around me with negativity. Bringing darkness to the light the shadowed soul of fight or flight. The angry red and growing pain is searing every dried up vein. Till nothing left but this monster, blinded slave to all it’s incurred. Anger never served it's master, turns the tables shackles of disaster, and satisfaction never gained by feeding what it thirsts in vain this rain of destruction all around never makes a life abound. The monster growing stronger still will hunger more and never filled and feed it though you might and try it will never ends until you die.

Unless you take a sword of light and fight it with nobility and tell it truth and peace and love and right it with humility. It can be beat, it can be killed, it does not have to win. Surrender anger to the Lord, and turn back from your sin.
Karen M Jun 24
Following the path less taken
Over all the low roads and
Routes plummeting towards the craven
Gateways of Hell takes the travelers
Into enlightenment. Those who avoid Satan's
Vengeance and forked whispers
Emerge from the waters of the lake in
Nature's womb veiled in holy layers
Encompassing their soul. This ache in
Society seeps into the bones of naysayers
Slandering the purging powers of equal pardon.
For someone who is non-religious, I sure do write a lot about heaven and hell lol. I don't even know what I'm talking about. This is also brain ***** from the top of my head, so not my best work, hence the poor rhyme scheme. I wrote this to pass time in a boring class. :P (look at the first letter of each line (: )
Feeling that make you complete
It doesn't one that comes easy

you grab that moment at all if possible
because it is not going to stay for longingly

you wish to stretch that moment more
but your belief can succeed in that only

Fill it with all good and happy vibe
it will there for always accordingly.
How happiness come in one's life.
Everything is running fast
you cannot match the speed

you think you have lost
circumstances make u believe

you are loosing hope at last
cannot take proper breath

your curiosity become last
negativity pull you behind

life is at end point
no new hope has seen

Someone comes as a light
glow up your thought

pull you from the night
show you the new roads

lead you to the bright
you find yourself then

meet with your object
everything is cheerful

someone saw your pavement
put you on that path

someone is no one but thou
which enlighten after dark

Darkness always ends to light.
as it is temporary not permanent.
How one get out of darkness, but his inner power only.
Elena Jan 3
Inner peace and prosperity
must be free,
to bear true born fruits
of a balanced tree.
Only when I paint
Does my grip loosen
I give my heart to it
And nothing is returned
That is my inner peace.
Works in progress for new illustrated handmade book about the life of painter  Vincent van Gogh and a correlation to my own journey
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