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ClawedBeauty101 Mar 2018
If I allowed my hand to get acquainted with a calm blade
and allow them to work together to have my grave made.

It would be so much easier

If I gathered all my possessions and left the challenges and callings
and ran away from all my troubles and problems that won't stop falling

It would be so much easier

If I took a bullet to these warm feather breezed feelings that stir up the winds
and forced unwanted emotions to take command, and avoid the punishment of being mentally skinned

It would be so much easier

If I gave up my fight... and simply lose the battle of my individuality
And accept their Labels of Lies and give them the right to make me wear a mask that is beautiful but beastly.

It would be so much easier

If I accepted my fate in depression and abuse and allow it infest inside of me
and be as dark and gruesome as I've always been tempted to be

It would be so much easier

If I chose to ****** all the things I've worked hard for
By throwing them over the wall of rejection... and watch it shatter onto the deep floor

It would be so much easier

If I ignored all the beloved people who surround me and would do anything
And focused devouring myself back into the past until I'm nothing more then bone and ****** strings

It would be so much easier

But Just Because It's Easier...
It Doesn't Mean It's Right...
I won't lie, there are so many temptations out there that can cause me to drift away from the will of God. There are so many things that would be so much easier to do.... but just because it's easier it doesn't mean it's right... Sometimes we need those struggles and challenges to make us stronger, to make us better. These temptations are so addicting I'm sure to many of us. An easy path can lea you to a path of destruction and misery

May God Continue to Guard my Heart and Direct my path on the path of Life, Light, and Wisdom...

Cat Lynn ///
3/24/18 - Progressive Dinner
Never been to Mars
Never allowed myself to loiter
On A street I did not belong

Seems Ive only ever met
The many multitudes of grown boys
children really
Claiming to be men

They are good for
Were good for
Childish things

What else can a child do but think of games
What else can a child do but play
What else should a child do but think of themselves

I think I'd like to go to Mars
Hell
Maybe even the Moon

Any place

Seems like it would be better than this street I live on
It sometimes seems like an adult playground
All the children around here
Pretending
Pretentious

Never seen Mars
Maybe the Moon

© Christopher F. Brown 2018
she could swallow me whole
this is but the man in me
losing form
of
taking control

what have her elbows taught me

how tough are yours

from peace sighns to

where are we

who are

yous

less reading me

i
am
nothing

minus you

attraction

games

play

ing

teach me how to breathe

there is more than silence left in me

paciefied one line after an
other
how
you
calm
me
is
it
I
this
mere
shell
of
an
man
inhali­ng more than I am


what from for have I
when my words mean nothing to man
who are you to read
is it my time
be
yawned
by waste

what waste have you bought

to think that I

would want

to

touch you there

how dare your thoughts

how dare they

dare me

who

has

spoken over you

from what streets have you bled

that you sorrow couldn't be felt

in the depths

of

mine streams

what is this

she could swallow

me
whole
?
where your heart bleeds
it
...
..
.
Danial John Feb 2018
You
Are          The only thing that keeps
The devil        Away from me
                 Maybe I’m whipped
And yet                 I can’t stand this ****
I still want you.            To be happy
                      I must stop
I don’t care if this makes you feel uncomfortable
My feelings, wonderful. I don’t love anything.
Read into it
Colm Feb 2018
When the faces repeat,
And you rinse and lather the imaginary relationships between.

It is time.

When you no longer care about anything but a smile and a wave.
And the real relationships are laid bare before you.

It is time.

When you're too close to the fire and know you it is so.
By the smell of your smoldering self-realized ego.

It is time.

When the moments have passed and the omens you knew,
Which have been good tor you, for so long, are now gone.

*Yes, it is time to go.
Say so? I do.
The first time you left I felt like dying,
You came back to me and continued lying.
The second time you left I was crying,
You came back again I continued trying.
The third time you left I found myself sighing.
No more crying.
No more trying.
I forgive myself for denying that I am not enough.
I forgive you for not loving me enough.
Now your back and I found another I look at her every day in the mirror.
Sneha shenoy Feb 2018
I've shackled thy roots,
Thou shalt be served with majesty.
Albeit thou shalt be ruled by fetters,
Tyrant queen shalt lionize thee.
You hath encroached her empire,
Thou are pernicious,yet her panacea.
She's enamoured by thee.
No!!! You can't flee!!
This is thy kingdom,
* THE KINGDOM OF HER DREAMS
THE DUKEDOM OF HER HEART*

"CHECKMATE my king,
Thou art IMPRISONED."
Arlene Corwin Feb 2018
Writing In The Middle Of The Night

There’s something nice about the facelessness
Of  Internet,
The anonymity you get
Despite the photos and the instant thing
You hope will ring the bell
Of those around the global ball.
A kind of secret.
You needn’t tell your thoughts,
Spell correctly,
Use our mouth, make a sound -
Just sit there typing while the world goes round.
North, south, east, west,
You’ve got all the time to test your creativity.
Believe me, it’s the best invention
Since sliced bread, the paper clip,
The toilet roll, words ‘hip’ and ‘soul’.

For people who want name and fame
It is a trip to paradise.
The price   is shekels.
What the heck, it’s only money!
And for people whose agenda is pure vanity,
A dream (both fantasy and joy).

In any case, if I may say it once again,
There’s something I appreciate
About the gate that’s opened
Through the faceless anonymity,
Potential creativity and artistry
Implicit
In the Internet.
Writing In The Middle Of The Night 2.9.2018The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Corwin
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