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Jeff S Mar 6
If ever the dusk settles on dry bones
I'll drink my ***** for wine
And celebrate
The impotence.
Why should the Light return upon
Our cold and darkened land?  
When, into sleep, we drift and yawn,
So thoughtless of His hand...

We never think: "Someday it may
Forever cease to shine!"
We never thank – with thanks, befit –
For Morning Mercies' rise.

Why should the Light return upon
Our cold and darkened land?
But to awaken life at dawn
As He, in Goodness, planned...

We never, then, have an excuse
To fall into a dream
We never, then, can e’re accuse;
His Glory’s, daily, seen.

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Lamentations 3:22-23: "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness."
Deadwood Jawn Nov 2018
Circular Reasoning




Hurts


     Hurts


           Hurts

Hurts



             Hurts

It  h u r t s ...

It casts my flesh asunder and injects my vessels
Scream at me
Watch me flash
I'll be the one to leave your body
I'll cry down the pillars.

I hope you love me
It's all for you
I secrete and overflow with joy for you...

All you

All you

             All for you

All you

All you.








Misery.
Defiance.

I CANNOT SEE
I WILL WALK STRAIGHT
But the reality principle is

IS

      IS

              IS

                      IS    B      K
                                RO  
                                          E
                                               N.



Trust in me.
I can do anything I like.
I'm fine.
I'm not really ok.
YOU HAVE TO HELP ME IT HURTS SO MUCH.
Look.. it just.. doesn't matter.
I don't trust you for a second.
I will ascend.
What's my name?
Haha we were just laughing at you enjoying yourself.
GIVE THAT BACK IT'S MINE.

DAD AHAHAHA DAD'S GONNA **** ME
****, ITS ALL RED NOW. NOT THAT RED YOU IDIOT
RED. SYMBOLISM. HAHA.

Can't you See SYMBOLISM?

I CAN!

I TASTE IT.

You don't know abstract
I BREATHE IT.

OVERFLOW
CRUMBLE BY THE JAWS OF NEUROTICISM.

Wait hang on.. You shouldn't really be watching this stuff man it might mess you up.
Oh yeah! Masochism!

ENTERS VOID
      BECOMES NUMB
         YET ENJOYS IT
COMPLAINS TO CLOSE ONES
             SUFFER THROUGH IT
                 I DON'T WANT A SOLUTION
I PREFER YOU LEECHING MY NEUROTIC PURPLE TOXINS.

Oh God..
I'm so sorry.

I think I did something bad..

I don't even remember what happened.
I'll try again.. Harder.


My ******* neck aches.


You bleed darkness.
I need you so much.
You're so beautiful when you confess to me.
Your eyes tremble.
Yet you suffer.
I wish no suffering for you.
Yet i can taste your wavelength.
I don't know if I'm bipolar
I DON'T know
I can see

I can see them

Enjoying themselves.

I deserve that.

Where's mine?

I will clench my **** fists so tight
The fingernails will rip apart the flesh
Then dagger my frail insides
Just a little harder.

DON'T MAKE ME SCREAM AT YOU AGAIN!
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE.
Deadwood Jawn Nov 2018
This one's for her.

She is in tremendous danger.

She is near the tidal wave of calamity.

It is powerful. Ruthless. This creature..
This creature takes no prisoners.
"Stand before me and let me see the life leave your eyes!"
It will prey off her anguish.
Her suffering.
Her weaknesses.
Her lack of will to act.
Her use of time.
This monster of despair will strike.
He will wound.
He will maim.
He will slash her wrists.


And she will recieve several lashes.


Her face will be disfigured.
Her arms will be blackened.
Her legs will shatter.
Her fingers will be broken.
Her smile will disfigure.
Her posture will bow.

The being provides one bittersweet affliction though:
It promises she will see again.
Oh how the woes will be great!
She will be able to see.
See the destruction.
The vivid sunshine of wrath upon her.
"No..."
Indeed.. The night will surround her.
She will bring forth the waterfall from her windows to the soul.

Pray thee tell!
What measures can be taken to prevent the suffering to come?
The lamentations from my heart will be sincere.
It is truly not far from me.
An unbearable sight.
Watching the helpless victim fall to her knees.

TEAR APART
SHRED APART
COLLAPSE
DISINTEGRATE
VANISH
EXPLODE
CYCLONE
TSUNAMI
DEATHB­LOW
SEVER
ANARCHY.

Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord.
Discord.
Discord.

Discord.
Discord. Discord. Discord.
Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord.
Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord.
Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. Discord. 











Discord.
Written during a time of deep sadness for a close friend.
i'd
I’d trace your spine until you felt the love from my fingertips burn hotter than the pain shrieking in your bones.

I’d fiddle with your lamp until it was the perfect shade of indigo.
I’d keep watch for you in the dark and shield you in the blinding light.
I’d run you baths that made you feel pure.

you’d never sleep alone,
unless you wanted to.
even then,
I’d be sitting against your door
with a glass of tea,
fruit,
and your pills.

I’d write you pathetic sonnets.
I’d sing you off-key songs.
I’d read you poetry that brought us both to tears.
I’d draw you stupid doodles and try to make you laugh.

you’d never be alone
on the miserable floor.
those *******,
with all their relentless,
maddening buzz
wouldn’t be heard over me.
louder,
or more demanding.

I’d feed you Nutella: my very last spoonful.
I’d clean your room as often as you wanted, or never.
I’d take you to bookshops and cafés and nowhere at all.
I’d sit with you and play with your piercings.

you wouldn’t be alone,
staring awake at dawn.
the dark,
it wouldn’t be spent so restlessly.

I wouldn’t quieten my desire.
no.
not this time.

I’d say I’m sorry when I laughed so hard I spit.

I’d love you when you couldn’t love yourself.
I’d care for you when all you saw was waste.
I’d carry you wherever we went and tell everyone you’re mine.
January 30th, 2014.

to the lamentations of (broken) promise and pain, once dedicated to my lady Hades.

this is the most difficult piece for me to post, in so many ways.

I'm not your Persephone anymore.
there are no more promises of “i'd” - you saw to that.

you cannot understand how much I hate the piece of myself that cannot hate you.
that will always platonically love you, even when I wish I didn't.

I hope that ineffable connection between us still exists, so you might sense that I will always platonically love you, but I don't know if I can forgive you.
nadine Nov 2017
sometimes
my body betrays me;

i try to form words of consolation
in my mouth

but it knits itself
into anger
i am blinded in;

i desire to dance just
beyond death's fingerprints

but i am shackled
with life's endless waltz.

i do not weep for
what had been lost

but for
what is to come.
we wrote our lamentations on thin walls.
Jamil Massa Aug 2017
As an answer of pray
You imagining me
And the open hand is this city
Overgrown with chaos, silence,
You, and similar complexity.

I have to fall, somewhere
Because this thin cable will finished over.
Tired of bearing the burden on my body.
Tired of bearing conversations
Which often ends with confession
And uncertainty.

Lamentations that fill the air
Will not take me anywhere
The sky is gloomy, the city
Knowing sorrow much better than before.

I must fall, my love.
I won't fall anywhere but to you.

But I couldn't finding you.
(The original version - Indonesian)

Keseimbangan

Kau bayangkan aku
sebagai jawaban atas doa
dan kota ini adalah tangan terbuka
yang ditumbuhi kekacauan, kebisuan,
kau, dan kerumitan sejenisnya.

Aku harus jatuh, di suatu tempat
sebab kabel tipis ini akan putus.
lelah menanggung beban di tubuhku.
lelah mengalirkan percakapan
yang kerap diakhiri pengakuan
dan kegamangan.

Ratapan yang mengisi udara
tak bakal membawaku ke mana-mana
langit mendung dan kota ini akhirnya
mengenal duka jauh lebih baik dari sebelumnya.

Aku harus jatuh, Sayangku.
Aku tak ingin jatuh selain kepadamu.

Tapi, aku tak juga menemukanmu.
Crimsyy Feb 2017
Nicotine

When I'm with you,
I'm overcome with temptation
to release onto you
all my lamentations,
but I don't want to be
an extra weight on your mind,
I know how hard it is
to lift yourself up sometimes.

Because sometimes you
are the heaviest thing in the world,
and the world doesn't
understand that,
blaming triggers,
applying bandaids to wounds
that'll bleed long after the
bandaid's ripped off.

We're both hemophiliacs
drowning in breathtaking chemicals,
in our bones, fragility seeping,
our skin continuously bleeding.
But you and I
are more than this,
more than a shortage of bliss.
We're the passion felt
through a tender kiss,
We're addictive,
like the magnetic pull
of your lips.

I hope you know
sometimes I have to
force the monster out of me
to escape life's bitter bite,
but she loves you just the same,
and I hope you know that
in her, you summone the light.
And when she's with you,
she's overcome with temptation
to release onto you
all her lamentations,
and everytime,
you feel so safe,
she almost does,
she almost does.

*Thankyou for reading! Please comment your thoughts on this one and your favourite part/line and why it's your favourite. ^.^ Your comments make my days.
Lady Ravenhill Nov 2016
He happily tells you
His wonderful news,
With excited smiles,
But none of it involving you.

You tell him
You’re so happy to hear...
But your little smile
Only holds back tears.

Everything you ever wanted
Lives within his eyes
But all he wanted now lives in her,
Which makes you die inside.

You're trying just to smile big
With cordial congratulations  
Because he must never know
Your pathetic lamentations.

The sorrow that will, forever,
Be splitting you in two
That he will never, ever,
Look for happiness in you.
@LadyofRavenhill 11/8/16
Revised 2/7/17
Allah has brought my heart to bear,
          become a witness to an Arab plight.

The call to arm's it beckons so...
          division it aches and cremates the care.

Oh Great Holy Prophet show me today,
          as sadness covers heart, soul and mind.

Let judgement pass before it's too late,
          redeem my soul or the martyr's way?
Lamentations 3:60; "Thou hast seen all their vengeance and all their imaginations against me."

I personally enjoy Al Jilani.

7 meter, 8 verse, 4 line rhyme encapsulation 7 x 8 + 4; 60
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