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Mark Lecuona Jan 2017
I’ve said so much
and like every word,
gone as the memory of a baby,
the things I wish to be
are as distant as an old pinewood floor;
The one I walk on no more

You heard what I said,
but you said actions are what people remember
How did I make you feel?
It's not so easy to be memorable,
all I can hope is that the past was real enough;
most times smooth, sometimes rough

When the rain falls
I take the time to count my regrets
Blessings are for other people
I don’t know that I did anything right by them
I can’t seem to shake this feeling,
about what it is my worries are stealing

I don’t think you’re waiting anymore
I know I’m not
That’s the biggest lie I’ve told all day
It’s hard to believe I can live like this,
knowing through an open window, what I’ve seen,
was the rain that once washed our hearts clean
O Lord, Abba Father,
Forsake me not,
Hear my anguished cry!
How long will i wait?
Before You...
See the crater
      That is my heart?
Feel its jagged
       edged agony?
Taste the bitter bile?

Engulfed in depression,
Drenched in
     the Gulf of Grief,
I stare at the
     Abyss of Hopelessness,
Contemplating
    a Chasm of Sorrow
              too wide to cross.
My sleeplessness witnesses
      Moonless nights,
          Starless skies.
Scorching morns,
        Rainless noons,
              Song less days.

Deafened by the clamour,
Prayers and Praise
     elude me,
Silhouettes of Hope
      seem distant.
Soothe away
      my heart scars,
Seal my bleeding wounds
Send away this void!
Fill me with the
Balm of Your Grace,
Kiss of Your Mercy,
Gift of Your Peace,
Ecstasy of
       Your Presence!
Touch me!
Heal me!
Make me whole!
BlueRain Sep 2016
...For to love is a curse,
And to be enamoured, an hell
For it is better to have thine heart trodden over by chariots,
Than to be entranced by LOVE's deceitful spell.
For no matter how I yearn and try to make it last,
LOVE [always] twists and turns and escapes from my grasp...
BlueRain*
14/09/16
Nexus Sammy Sep 2016
Lord you have give me a solution
Yet people in interior Africa
Consider politics as a"***** game"
I try to express my views
But I'm highly misunderstood
Because masses are uneducated
Languishing in poverty
Yet blessed with many resoures
Many have got eyes
But few use them to see
Many have got brains
But few use them to think
For how long will we be like this?
Young people going on endless journeys
Just in search of greener pasture
For how long will our people
Fight each other for no reason?
My heart bleeds;my eyes cry
Lord please do not forsake us
I try to fight for my people
But some of them fight me
But I worryless I came for justice
Many have got visions
But don't translate their pictures into reality
Many have got a heart for the people
But they don't use it to serve people
For how long will nights pass without food?
For how long will my people stay homeless?
Yes crimes do happen
But to some that's the only way to survive
Revive us God,make us useful creations
Let's embrace brotherhood
For even in tough times God still exist.
Let's make ourselves proud by improving the living standards of everyone
Gabriella Aug 2016
will you ever stop haunting me?
i toss and turn at nights.
will i ever forget the way you looked at me in the mornings?
i cry the second i think of your eyes.
will you ever stop tormenting me?
my heart drops every time your name lights up my phone.
will you realize the damage you've done to me?
deep down, i understand your mind isn't able to process or accept what you did.

i wish you would disappear and that i never knew you.
i pray i forget your face, your touch, your name each day.
instead of you disappearing, i find that the woman i once knew is gone and all is left is not even a little girl, but just her shadow.
Bay Aug 2016
Stepping into another realm
where pain and sadness and happiness gladness
and regret bear no acceptance,
and are left at the door as I left at the door
my sanity, my humanity, my will to breathe.
Floating among shadows of past and of lives so far away.
Lives so forgotten and memories of childhood bliss
and content now become
droplets of terror
which form holes in time,
gaps in my life as the presence
which once existed in those gaps no longer exists in my world.
Walking among these shadows
and seeing the blankness in their eyes,
their hollowed shells rise and walk alongside me,
beckoning me.
Frivolous eyes of null draw the life from within me.
Life and organs and blood pumping
throughout a numbed body
as my organs transform before escaping.
Heart frosting over,
icicles forming,
further numbing my already numbed existence.
Veins like blackened highways of broken stone
crackle becoming dust
before seeping through my pores,
forever leaving my body.
The rest of me exits anyway it can
until I become a shell,
walking among shells,
casting shadows among shadows
and becoming a shade among shades.
On November 14th, 2015, my bestfriend who I was raised with, who became my sister, was in a traumatic car accident. She has fought for her life, suffering from seizures, aneurysms, constant infections, speech paralysis, paralysis to her left side of her body, and so many other struggles. However, she remained brave and willing to continue fighting. It was announced earlier this evening that her fight has ended, as she went into a coma, and was brain dead. She was taken off the ventilator, and I was forced to lift my eyes to the sky and tell my sister good bye. I have never been faced with grief before, and my emotions are being tested. They have escaped me, as I cannot find them. I am numb, and confused.
Robert Dimas Jun 2016
Before you let me down,
All I wanted was for you to be proud.
A boyhood desire is now gone because of your fire.
It burned everything.
Here I am not but a shell.
There you are, dead.
Though not in a literal sense.

Time heals wounds,
And your face from my mind.
A roar to a whisper your voice is muted.
It's one of a coward.

It seems strange that I once craved the regard
Of a depraved heart.  One who never gave.
Father is just a title.
You, the false idol.

At the conclusion of all things you
You just gave up
left me feeling bitter and disgusted.
The anger has long since faded
And all I know is how to feel nothing;
A recurring theme.
And that is what you taught me.
What remains of you?  A shadow
Of a jaded past.  It’s never been easy
But now I see with such clarity.

My eyes are like the desert
No tears to fill the mind’s sky.
The one thing I learned is
That I am strong.
I’m not broken. Not lost.
I hate making poems "untitled" but this is from a series that reclaims a power that was taken the day he walked out the door.  It feels like putting a title gives the power back.  I want to remain in control.
S Smoothie May 2016
°°°°

The heat of your soft breath,
leaves a warmth that makes my skin pine for you
Every hair standing on air charged with desire
Finger tips lace curves and edges
I'm desperately afraid to lose touch
Magnatised hips follow Arching up to meet your designs
Eyes locked suspended in time
Youre on my frequency
reading every thought,
Unlocked.
Confessions tumble helplessly
Every wish,
Every hope
Every intricate design ive held for us
nothing but surrender
Every wall vapourised

°°°°

Souls exposed mingling through eachother
Light danced us through aeons of memories
I tore up every star to find you
Kissing the footprints I followed as markers
You saw it all
Every desperation
Every hopless call
Endless pits of lamentation
A Tortured seperation
A pain to rival all pain
And still it wasnt enough
To forgive me.

°°°°

You stood one moment longer than the last time  
i almost felt you let me in
I clung desperately to the cliffs of hope
As you picked away my fingers
And blew me a kiss before the fall.

°°°°

A shattering thud was the door of your heart
Closing upon my breaking.
ji May 2016
I wake up in agony, somewhere today, where my hands fail to recognize the creases on your skin. It started abandoning the memory of what it's like to hold you. And as my fingers brush across your palms, its folds are some unfamiliar braille.

Then a streak of your scent pierces sheer through my conscious and reminds my heart. Suddenly, its beats are the rhythm that used to guide our feet to glide in synchrony in our waltz; it guides my steps, little by little, to when and where it all began: that once upon a yesterday, you held me close to your chest and made me listen to the orchestra of your breath-- until I awake and you're humming a different symphony.

It agonizes me, and my eyes that rummage for the love prints I impressed on your lips, that you hum it so merrily.
//051616
The Tinkerer May 2016
Sleep is not my friend tonight.
For tonight holds with it all my fears.
The howling of a hurting heart.
The darkness engulfs all that I hold dear.
And from this darkness,
Once rolled empty tears.

It seeps right through the bone.
Once again I feel it.
That cold that grips the soul.
This torment, it is not new, it is not old.

Sleep is not my friend tonight,
For the greater good. Because I should.
I must push it all off a ledge.
Till all that's felt is nothingness.
I am the rock that needs to be, as the sea collapses on me.
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