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Kim Essary Apr 2018
They see only what i allow them, trapped beneath the shell of my existence only to disguise my person. walking along , head held high with a fearless smile, like a blind man to see inside me, they must read brail.  My back and shoulders in posture with all self control   as I only allow them to see my outer shell. Graceful poise, of confidence claiming pretend of a  happy, healthy person ,. Why is it so that my eyes graze across a face of unfamiliar people yet I have the ability to see through their soul, I feel their pain and sense their sadness, yet they don't see mine .I'm made not of plastic and my flesh it bleeds, my body full of pain,  I feel sadness as I have lost everything I ever had or wanted to gain.  Behind that smile i wear on my face is a lost soul that cries rivers of tears ,  I  hide it well for it's not pitty I seeks, but showing weakness in my own self would keep me from showing others that they can rise above. If nobody tried, took chances or cared what kind of shape would we be,. If it's been done once it can be done again if it hasnt, there's always the first. It only takes one person to set their problems aside and help others overcome theirs, who I am without making a sacrifice after all Look what our Lord sacrificed for you and me ..
To be unselfish and set your own issues aside to help someone else makes it so worth it for me. A friend once told me God has many blessings waiting in heaven for me, my response was that I wish he would send them to me so that I could pass them out to those that truly need them.
frankie Oct 2017
weeds now fill the space in my heart where roses once bloomed
the bees no longer give me honey, all the sunflowers that gre from my mind
exterminated by your pesticide
my iris eyes are now petaless, they've all been cried

you killed the flower garden
i am now a wasteland of wilted weeds and broken memories.
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


You hate me but a.......
You hate me but a.......
You hate me but a cop just shot an innocent woman
In her own home in front of her son,
You hate me but another terrorist attack could happen anytime
And you wouldn't know where to run,
You hate me but at times we don't get more justice in the Courtrooms
As we should,
You hate me but at times we think everything is real when it's just a
bunch of cardboard and wood,
But you hate me,
I was regularly God's Baby,
When the physical did not wanna raise me,
His knocked up baby mama grazed me...
Out of the womb like a slave pealing out the grape seeds,
Everyday is crazy,
Like Hell over here smiling with the big teeth,
You should have never let her go,
Now she's smoking ****,
And giving away her virginity,
To a boy that was only for the fling.

Welcome to the world future daughter.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/arcassins-harmful-mix-pt7.html
You can tell alot about a man by the way he treats his dog
*and my dad just beat ours for doing puppy things
kyle Shirley May 2016
Pity, that's all that was.
Faking it, just because.
loneliness made me weak
attention is all you seek
why care about what you feel?
When none of it has been real.
Except getting me between the sheets
And ******* me until you admit defeat

(which coincidentally wasn't longer than 5 minutes)

Thrive on being the one with power
Leaving you without answers
My walls made this Tower.

Trust is something you misuse in your game

just like me,

a glass, once broken is never the same.

I'm learning my lesson
And sorry, but you will never win.

What do you call a saint who knows how to sin?

Oh I remember now...
a liar
a phony
a crook
try all of the above...
when she writes
I ******* my friend out.
He got into my face
Hit me with his notebook of sorrows.
I told him my mind.
I gave him
What all of his decisions lead to.
He deserved it...
but why do I feel so guilty?
He is a junior in high school,
I am only but a freshman,
And yet,
I hold such power,
his fear
This cannot be understood
He found that I am not scared to speak.
But yet,
I feel like such an ***.
Why am I like this?
Others I know wouldn't give the situation another thought.
So why am i?
Truth is,
I have no clue.
*I'm sorry Jordan
Secret Poet Apr 2016
I'm looking in the mirrior.
I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead.
I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time.
"No wonder you left"
I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.
I'm a mess.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I don't need sympathy, I don't need pitty
I need some answer that are witty
This darkness is about the here and now
Problems seem to stalk and prowl
I don't know what to do
But to continue on till the day is through
But every day new problems arise
I lift my eyes up to the sky
I want to stand infront of God's throne
Whisper I know I'm nothing but a dog, but could you throw me a bone
Instead of releasing the hounds of hell
That come and munch on my fragile shell
I march through the day like a war weary soldier
Constantly looking over my shoulder
As new problems hunt me down
Throw me into the water watch me drown
To tired to fight the current
But here I am all burnt
Thrown into the fire once again
My soul will never mend
God please today look kindly on me
I've tried to look into the light to see
But it's to dim
I feel myself slipping and giving in
Paul R Hensley Jan 2016
Now i'm here
But where's here?
What's here?
Scary faces?
Hacked up children?
Death lingers here
I'm sure...
But what's this
Oh
It's just your mothers dead corpse
How sweet
This place they call earth
But really it's really just hell
But you on the other hand
Are my life's work
I'll never understand you
Because you're human.
You hover in the space between heaven and hell praying that if there’s a god he lets you in.
And your vain attempt at kissing darkness only gets you through this life with one foot in reality and the other foot in your grave.
Darkness doesn’t promise anything except blurred edges and escaped time and there comes a point when pity doesn’t look pretty, even on you.
So hold yourself to esteem higher than the lords, and pray that your ego will be the death of you.

— The End —