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Kayden Fittini Apr 2015
The walls of this room looks filthy -

Desire falls on the lap of thirteen;
While howling travels across the air.

(No arrows are left to spare.)

The war has ended in malice --
and now jurisdiction has sectioned off solace.
A mad man runs havoc on the streets.

(So Let me say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh...Here.

(Continue the curtain which covers our mistakes.)

Please give us that eternal bliss--
Or allow me to shake it off.
Terrible lies inflict a giant loss.

(So I must repeat to say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please show some mercy, amongst all the heartache.
Even all the stars ache.
Planets have eroded.
Plants have all of sudden folded.

(Please allow me to say this!)

So how....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please have some mercy!
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2015
Lovers came alive
After longest daylight deaths
In the shrouds of night
Jason Cole Apr 2015
the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason

fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn

to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail

to unhope

and all of this minus the mercy

©Jason Cole
Rebecca Maxine Apr 2015
Me: Getting lost in total abandonment--
Abandonment of dignity and self-awareness
Lost in the praise I was singing unto You
The Enemy: Striking again, pummeling me to the ground
Whispering to me the lie
that I had been abandoned by You
Me: Unable to stand with my body,
But taking a stand in my heart, remembering Your eternal
GLORY and GOODNESS,
Your everlasting loving-kindness,
Your grace, mercy, and faithfulness.
Shouting my praise to you now,
With even more conviction than before, having a greater hope
Knowing I would be restored,
Knowing that I was surrounded by love
The Enemy: Running and hiding
From the boldness exuding from me in the name of Jesus
He was defeated
You: Smiling, delighted with Your daughter,
Your faithful servant
Whispering to me a promise--
"My love will never let you go, for I am the everlasting God"
S R Mats Mar 2015
Six months on, and hundreds of offspring later,
She is much too languid to even move.

The listless queen bee is stung repeatedly;
Her own children have seemingly turned on her.

Once good and dead she is tossed from the nest.
Merciless? Or mercy killing?

I will leave you to decide.
Kody dibble Mar 2015
I saw that person,
Standing there, atop the very mountains bare,
A lifeless dream streamed by my side,
And whisper's sang, and valley's hide,
Among the treasured gypsy sands,
I found a quite and honest man,
The pain he knew was much to vast,
To keep inside his vase of waste,
Or to chase a tail inside a tale,


Life and death are something strange,
They come and go and disappear,
But words and songs that fill the air,
Not a single soul would care,
Or discover among the broken reefs,
A mild grief,
A childish tug of the heart,
Can see you through the day

For the smallest amount your spirit could sing,
I've seen a dozen fairies bring,
Water to the poorest man,
Lifeless dreary without a family,


The only silence my nose doth now know,
Is that of a giant and the wing's of a ghost,
The only lifeless deed I need is a million miles away from me
Seek and find
Kody dibble Mar 2015
A catastrophe happened,
I say, I say,
All I heard was the sound of the fay,
A whirl and a twirl,
Till the sun melted first,
Like a bottom of reasons that don't contain hurt,

I saw it! I saw it! The sailor announced,
Like as if a ghost had came into his house,
The purpose for me, is the purpose for you,
To live life out,
In the bottom of a shoe,
Don't pounce, or be some shy with me,
You groven truc' von shapaloop'
I saw that man with the mystery chair,
Asking me sharply if I was still there,

I said howdy do,
Mr. you know who,
I just hope you know you,
or better yet your self you do,
To see the fire standing top,
To the see the valley's slow down and stop,
A'ghast the greener' flames' I see,

A little old man, about yay' to be,
Came in with his forest of fears,
And failures, Out with the mustard, and guilty potato's I said alas,
He said get the people together for mass,
Must I said I to him that's so vast,
He said don't worry my love will last
Person
Austin Heath Feb 2015
Why are you so bitter old man?
So nihilistic, so feeble and empty...


Was it the strangers? Friends?
The way everyone seems to disappoint you
without hesitation or fail?
You hate strangers.
You hate people you've
never talked to
and afterwards hate them with deeper insights.
You hate the things you see in them, in yourself,
and it disgusts you in the way only you can disgust
yourself, in the way only humanity can disgust you.

How'd you get so mean?
You'd rather people died than left you,
and sometimes they can do both
and you really don't care.
Empathy from you for these ******* strangers,
is like trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat.

Believing in nothing.
Nothing is a belief.
Nothing as a belief.
Belief of nothing.

The way it drags on a vowel
like Nicholas Cage screams.
You're accustomed to failure, loss,
defeat and fear.
You cling to what you have left
desperately
like a dying man
clings to his bedsheets.

For mercy.
Mark Lecuona Feb 2015
Time reveals all that is true
But will never tell us what to do
It does not rule fate or reveal it's whim
Neither can it feel the struggle within
It is only the heart that can truly act
For though time is spoken as fact
It cannot hear our cries or decide who is worthy
But will reward well those who choose mercy
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