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Clive Blake Aug 2017
Dear Lord,
Don’t let me ask only for myself,
For problems solved and better health,
Nor ask only for kin and friends,
With minor ills and moral trends,
But make me think in global terms,
Where drought kills and injustice burns,
Please tend to their greater needs first,
Help heal their wounds and quench their thirst,
My patient faith can wait till then,
My prayer sent -
Goodnight -
Amen.
Kelly Jun 2017
Feelings always changing and forever moving like the water flows in the ocean.
Full of shallow thoughts and deep-rooted insecurities.
Why do I care how you feel? Because I absorb your soul like the ******* of poison from a deep wound.
Taking it upon myself to help you find some lethargic relief. I know it can damage my very existence but I take it on as if I am able to carry your burden.
It’s as if this poison fills me and I am able to change its very form into liquid gold that warms me.
I see glimmers of hope in your eyes and that’s enough. It’s enough for me to continue to help.
Enough that I lose myself and my own poison doesn’t exist in these moments.
My poison is briefly eliminated as I pull in your destructive energy. It begins to run in fear, selfish because it realizes it is no longer significant.
It waits and creeps up again when it knows it can be the center of the universe again. When it can conquer all aspects of my fragile mind.
Despondent Jun 2017
Tell me to leave.
Make me leave you.
I’m too selfish to relinquish solace and go myself,
and too weak to watch you walk away from me.
Our light has turned into a shadow,
grown dark and heavy
It has cast itself over our heads,
slowly resting more and more of its weight
on our shoulders
Too many nights
the moon and stars have become witnesses to
the dimming of your brilliant glow, and the flickering
of my dying spark
Night after night,
helplessly watching us make our
desperate attempts
to rid ourselves of the burdens we’ve been
carrying on our backs.
I know you don’t want to
but, baby, our light is
fading fast
And it needs to breathe,
but we’re both too busy
holding our breath to even think about
coming up for air
So, baby, unless we do something
quick,
we’re gonna burn out.
So tell me to leave.
Because I won’t do it
unless you ask me to
And I could never tell
you to go
But if we stay any longer,
our troubles will become
a load far
too heavy for our cold bones to bear
we’ll shrivel in the frigid
air
Tell me to leave.
We’re all out of
quick fixes,
and neither of us have the right
tools needed for
a full repair.
Don’t, and we’ll start to ignore
our problems
like they are broken pieces
of furniture
Until we are lying
to ourselves, pretending that
we still work
and hoping our guests
don’t notice.
Our fire which once
burned
so bright and fervently
will have become as useless
as a gasless heater
I know you don’t want to
but, baby, you’re stronger than me
The fire is out
It’s dark
and we don’t have
any flashlights, because we never
needed them to help us see
Until now
So tell me to leave you.
Please, tell me.
Because we love each other
too much
for our own good
Make me leave you.
Our light has burned out,
and we’re choking on the smoke
I know this one kinda *****, but I had been studying been for 5 straight hours and counting before suddenly stopping to write this. Soooo, please don't judge my mediocrity too harshly :) Your kindness is greatly appreciated lol
K G Jan 2017
At your place
You suspend my coat and my ethics
By then i'm entering my stealth
Working on selflessness
Because you may hound
Because you may roam
You may find these unskippable moods all alone
You may find that i'm not a bird lifting trees and stones
KG
Ivy Haegan Nov 2016
He's better than I am.
Kinder, wiser, much more patient...
It's the patience and kindness that I can't help but envy
I'm so quick to judge.
Others must earn my kindness.
He's one of the rare and beautiful souls that will leave the world better than he found it
It's in his nature to plant seeds in every footstep,
While others trample life beneath them.
He's the Greek goddess who was so lovely that flowers sprung up wherever she went.
But he's different.
He's beautiful on the inside
He leaves something substantial in his path.
Flowers are pretty and fleeting,
but he plants oak trees behind him.
The trees he leaves thrive for centuries, they grow tall and strong and beautiful
Generations upon generations see his trees and they love them
He will leave forests in his wake and maybe no one will know that these forests are his...
But that's not why he leaves them.
Planting seeds in his footsteps is in his nature and I believe that's why I might love him.
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


Just a little piece I wrote to remember you by,
Got nothing but love unconditionally in design,
When my notifications go off I know it's you,
Love that's just so smart and so simple it can't disguise,
Soul is dead and not even in a good way,
I'm I have love for you on both sides,
You turned my heart into a boil , my mind is deep fried,
But you not seeing me as that way is no surprise,
Miss Jean,

And I told myself time and time again, this girl has no desire,
I didn't know that we were friends , I must have dropped myself
In fire,
But I'll burn for you if you want me to,
But I'll burn for you if you want me to,
Does it come as a shock that i am not trying to pursue,
You,
Miss Jean.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/jeannabel.html
Illya Oz Jul 2016
Often the ones who hate themselves the most,
Are the very same people who are the most loving.
They give out their love like giving bread to birds,
They throw it all away and forget to keep any for themselves.
That is why it is up to us to give them some of our bread,
no matter how stale,
To those amazing people who have nothing left to eat.
This poem is written for my best friend who is always their for me when I need her
Arcassin B May 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Constant conscious loving all the little things
In life,
Can't let these little things like clouded emotions
Spark a light,
Out to be gifted but Santa's shop is closed this night,
Remembered your name in desperate times but
You forgot about mine,
so,
Thats why I don't belong,
Here,
I can just say ***** it and end up giving my
Life to a man I've never seen ,
messing up my Vision with the bright light,
I maybe be would be judged with a small smite,
But everything gets cold when frost bites,
And you don't feel so holy when the heart dies.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/05/sessions-chapter-3-mep.html
Naomi Chevalier May 2016
Beat
The sound of the heart
Beat
The steady drum that determines the time and rhythm of our life
Beat
This heart is a token of our life that we all possess
Beat
It sends life blood, shooting through arteries and streaming inside our veins
This persistent *beat
beat beat
determines whether we live or are considered dead
If we are all moved by this immensely powerful *****
That beats for life
love
hope
and what could be,
Why do we insist on treating one another less than our equal
This hearts that beats cries for what we all want acceptance and love...
If we want to initiate change we need to have a discussion
But after feeling pride that we CAN recognize that there needs to be change and doing nothing for the injustices we see
We need to decide how much of our heart are we willing to give to another
to make this change happen
We will find that we cannot give what we do not have, and in order to have, we must give away

*Beat
We are all here... and we are all born with the inalienable right to be loved, and to love. It is our choices that take away the freedom of others and ourselves. We must make choices that benefit, more than just ourselves, but ones that help other people be their most capable and confident.
We need to love
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