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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I'm                                                      
no saint                                                      
never­ was                                                    
never will be                                                      
so      ­                                              

I                      
will make                      
your mind see                      
a scarred mortal                      
heart                    

I
fell for
a     baleful
halo disguised
white

                                        And
                                         because
                                         of       it      my
                                          heart has paid the
                                          price


I
given
trust to be
paid with several
knives

      All                                                   
  are dealt                                              
unlike hands                                              
and to play life's                                              
game        ­                                        

Why                    ­                                                                 ­       
should I                                                                                         
b­e judged for                                                              ­                          
every fault and                                                              ­                          
flaw                                                                                         

Flaws                  
make me                  
beautiful                  
I'm human like                
you                

                  Now
                    people
                     have worsen
                   making  hating
                      cool

                      ­                                              Time
              ­                                                       from my
                                                                        childhood was
                                                             ­         stolen    from   my
                                                              ­          life

I
only
want to find
my own way in
peace

I                                                       
hate you                                                     
perfection                                   ­                  
It's used way too                                                  
much                                                   

It's                                                                                             
also                                                                                              
expected­                                                                                               
from everyone                                                                                           
here                                                                                           

My      ­    
love for          
words and myth          
burns bright in my        
soul          

                               I
                              have lied
                              I have judged
                               I  make  mistakes
                            so

                                                             ­                    Why
                                                           ­                      condemn
                                                         ­                       me  because
                              ­                                                  I   am   honest
                                                         ­                          look

         I've
         got my
              share of chips
             and cracks on my
          skin

Don't                              
make me                              
some target                              
on      media's                            
wall                              

I'm                                                            ­                  
alive                                                           ­                   
Living art                                                              ­            
now broken and                                                              ­          
scared                                                          ­                

But      
God sees    
and for all    
I have done    
He    

                                will
                                deal with
                                me in time
                                  The way He sees
                                  fit

These              
L­anterns              
my lanterns              
will adorn the              
sky              

With                                                        
my truth                                                        
I am fraught                                                         
with flaws and I'm                                                          
pro­ud                                                         


   ­       Now            
          lanterns            
take a piece
of my heart and
burn

                                             Rise
                                            to the
                                             endless sky
                                               and take my soul
                                              home
These Lanterns poem are really close to home...
Consider them like a continuation of my poem 'Naturally'.
I can't act like I'm perfect all the time. Needless to say that society's obsession with perfection has worsened. It feels like an image one will forever to forced to strive for but never reach. To be honest, being perfect all the time only makes people more excited for your fall from grace.
What I mean by people 'making hating cool' is that people enjoy jumping on the hate bandwagon when someone (e.g. a celebrity) does something they don't like, says something they don't like, or makes a mistake. In most cases, it's unnecessary. It's sad it happens...

The divine light that these lanterns have comes from a really emotional and insecure place in my heart. A treasure that I want you to see. I'm young, I've made my share of mistakes. Who hasn't? I've got a past. But I shouldnt be pressure to feel guilt for ******* up in life sometimes.
These words are from a 22 (23 tomorrow) year old who even though she acts like shes got it all covered, she's terrified of life as a whole. Fraught with her own personal issues and demons. But I'm still here for a reason.
There have been days where I wanted to end it all but I didn't.
Because deep down, I know. I couldn't deny myself a chance in life.
A chance to finally have some stability and to be happy. A chance to truly find myself and embrace who I am.
Something that I'm honestly still learning to do.
I hope people here who are going through this understand where I'm coming from.

I'm me, Lyn Purcell and there's nowhere and nothing I'd rather be.
Thanks so much for 88 followers. For me it's insane!
No words can express how I feel but you have my gratitude!
Really!

More Lanterns are coming as well as Sijos.
So, have a lovely day/night and be back soon!
Lyn ***
Colm May 2018
Stomach full of stream and sand, sometimes I sift gold.
Passing through to understand,
that fingers never hold.
Nothing that is ever said by man, will last beyond as far as memory can carry.
sunprincess Apr 2018
Hi, Mr. Handsome Superstar
walking through the grocery store

You're not a god, you're not Thor
You're only mortal and nothing more

So why would anyone place
you upon a pedestal?
There was a gorgeous guy at the grocery store
maybe he was a god, who knows for sure?
jonni inferno Feb 2018
herr fayce
obsccurred
a mysterie
tho shadowe-veiled
alle maye see
reflektions of
the daye jusste gonne
or warninge of
tomorrowes storm

softe herr lyghte
for lovers eyes
indifferent to
ourre mortal heartes
yet woven thru
alle ourre lyves
sylvarre moone
bequeathes herr lyghte

brokenne heartes
as dryftwoode laye
'pon these
silent shores
sweppte awaye
'pon sylvarre seas
'neathe
herr crowne
of starrs...
.
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added a link to the pic/poem
Sandman Feb 2018
Us
We are the stars.
The dust of the cosmos.
Our thoughts are the immortal children of a never ending time.
While we burn out like strands of christmas lights our light travels on for infinity reaching (but never touching) the outskirts of the universe.
emmaa Jan 2018
is this what a panic attack is?
a race horse instead of a heart
static numbness prickling fingertips
the weight of every insecurity sitting on my lungs
forcing a battle to be fought with every exhausting breath
spiders crawling to and from upon my spine
whispering my greatest fears
giggling at my mortality
weakness in every inch of my being
constantly under attack by my own body
my own traitorous body
hopelessness shredding my self worth
driving my fragile state into a frenzy
i'd felt it so many times in various degrees, but never knew.
Asominate Jan 2018
I pour my insides out
It's time to fix me now,
Come step inside my great attraction.
It made them all go wow,
Now they just tear it down.

Nothing is ever,
I won't last forever,
Can't keep it together,
Forever,
No!

In this box,
It's got one million locks,
It's ten-dimensional, not alternative,
Not industrial rock.
I have tried,
But I can't wind down this clock.

Can somebody tell them the secret to living,
Before our heart beats stop.

I never wanted two producers,
Don't mind one, but something about the other.

I'm to myself,
Though life doesn't feel real,

I see their feelings faking,
And all the things their making,
I see me shaking with all of their taking,
How does it feel?

I'm bring ***** back,
Going off on a full attack,
Stepping outside of the cage that they built me,
Everybody get back,
There's nothing in the way,
I'm working to fix that,

However,

Nothing is ever,
It won't last forever,
Can't keep it together,
Forever,
No!

Scream and shout,
They try to figure what it's about,
I try so hard just to find my way
While keeping the toxins out.

No need to hold our breaths
Nothing's gonna stop me now.
I know I am crazy,
My senses get hazy
Yet it's THEY who can't see, somehow.

I can see a thousand lies
When I look in their eyes
I'm running out of time!

But you still hold me down,
You are afraid of me!
You think I'm here to take,
Be the person you be.

But I'm not here to destroy,
I'm not here to play games,
Just here to send my message,
Just here to make my name.

But you are in the way,
You 'leaders' own it all.
How can I find my way
When you're still standing tall?
Your monopoly is strong,
So what can I do to make you fall?

Nothing is ever,
I won't last forever,
Can't keep it together,
Forever,

No!
Poetic T Dec 2017
A web of contusions that collect
               in strands of consciousness,
bruised sometimes but always intact.

Collecting every moment and delicately
dissecting every word as if though
                 removing a tumour of ill refection.

Showing the strength of one empowered
                 by her surroundings,
       But consumed but her twilight memories..
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIX"




This emptiness swallowed a universe
Piece by piece perceived processed projected
Perceived mirror flawed through a glass darkly
My own self incarnate vibrates the all
God small g nothing else but illusion
Rising to heights magnificent people
Everywhere me me lost frightened in pain
Separate only in our dreams the stuff
Reality is made of again and
Again we fabricate the burning house
Source mortal frame coiled karmic energies
Physics bound push act be see the conscious
Realm space time continuous now the we
Travels the sea breathing one mind together
Waking up into the world
Foul words burn holes in my ears
Truths so raw they rot my young flesh
The instant they leave your lips
Kisses of death and decay
A power play that never ends
My personal hells undying fire
Pulverizing my mortal soul
Crazed thoughts meander in my head
I make my own meals
Milk and crunchy glass shards
Topped with freshly ground chillies
What a tantalizing trinity
The perfect homemade breakfast
To accompany our charming little pad
Savour our eclectic interior
Forget the artfully bloodied rooms
Someone's stiffened liver in our dining
Torn muscles stashed in a corner
A punctured heart in the kitchen sink
Some ground up bones in pepper shakers
Fractured ribs on my study desk
The brain sitting on the couch
Our latest wallpaper from centuries ago
News of our deaths on the headlines
Your acidic kindness
A raptured spleen in your bed
I belief that belongs to me
I'd give anything for your brutal love
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