THE WORLD SPINS AND
WE SPIN TOO
OUR NECKS
LIKE THE MOVIE THE EXORCIST
TWISTING ALL THE WAY AROUND
IT SEEMS REFLECTION IS IMPORTANT.
THE PACE IS QUICK AND UGLY
THE TIMES CHANGE FAST
THE GOOD AND THE BAD
WE KNOW WE HAVE OUR SHARE ETC
EVERYONE JUST HOLD ON TIGHT TO ONE ANOTHER
HOLD ON TIGHT
BECAUSE
WE
ARE THE ONES
WHO
ROW THE BOAT
AND EAT OUR FOOD IN THE DARKNESS....

2018
SSEAGRAVES
BACK AT THE HOUSE ART
FIRST DRAFT SS
Yolanda Lei Feb 12
What is life?

Is it like a flower, that blooms so gracefully?
Is it like a rainbow, that colour's so gently?

If so, then why is my life filled with strife?

Isn't it like a Wolf in sheep's clothing, seen joyful but depressing?
Isn't it like dark magic, seen a curse but not a blessing?

This is my life.
Might as well end it with a knife.

But...
All of that may be true,
Has two different views.
Happiness, and sadness, being alive.
Isn't emotions part of our lives?

Believe in ourselves, feel our hard work,
Life is just a magnificent art work,
The colours of our emotions,
The design of our motions.

Strive for what you want to succeed,
Believe in yourself.
It's what you need.
Welp, Enjoy :D
Ar Bazian Feb 6
A world suspended in demotion
Devolution devours all entity and creation
The entirety of existence,
Reduced to the mere ridicule of trivial things alike.

Much is at stake, and yet nothing.
A staleness of fire-like flare,
Stranded in demise.

Endless plight, and compromise…

And I wonder what begins my day.
How I summon the power to stay,
O’, and how we endure decay.

Now, the music we knew devours the sun,
The outro of all this begun...

Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.

Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.

The world is gathered in breath,
And soon a day will dawn.
When everything else is gone,
When the willows awake,
Daylight shall break,
Over the vacancy that bonds the ends of you and I,
Beyond the reach of things unknown,
Beyond the endlessness,
Alone.
Poetry grows as a function of pain.
Organized anguishes conquer your brain.
Brilliance is a burden so rare,
You can not ignore it, so it, you must bear.
You will not sleep; no, you’re not allowed.
You’re a slave to the page til it’s all written down.
The night is long gone, but there’s no time to mourn:
As the sun starts to rise, a young poem is born.
You lament for lost sleep as you stumble around.
Your heart in your ears is a deafening sound.
The pain has subsided, but you’re well aware
That though it’s appeased, it is always still there.
Inspiration lurks, ever waiting to strike.
It exclusively chooses a time you don’t like.
Try as you might, you are bound to the pen,
And after each respite, it comes back again.
Stevenk Feb 2017
My torture Is real despite what they say
The pain is real just walk with me for a day.
This torture is mine it won't go away
I can't forget it and just walk away.
Despite my plea it is still here
It is this torture that I fear
Matthew Harlovic Dec 2017
An endless darkness of eternal life!
I wanna hear the voice of consolation.
You forget all about internal strife,
dreaming a life without temptation.

© Matthew Harlovic
Panda Nov 2017
Recall the past
Refill the glass
Relive his lust
Regret his touch
Return to life
Remember strife
Regain your loss
Retrain your thoughts
Release all stress
Redeem all left

Reveal the fear...

Recall the past
Refill the glass
Remember life
Regret all strife
Regain your drink
Realize; rethink...

Recall the past
Spill out the glass
Think of his lust
Hold back his touch
Make most of life
Be rid of strife
Though full of loss
Think happy thoughts
Always battle the stress
But have some hope left

And no longer hold fear
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
em>I am no longer a slave to fear,
I suffered and struggled,
but all was lefted higher
when I let you cary me
through the fire.

I gathered my well
I built my wall’s stronger
all in your name,
I gave you all of my strife
and excepted my life.

I lived as life pushed on
harder, as is your well
and your desire.

You gave me kindling
to build my fire,
allowing my flame
to grow higher.

I have just one desire,
to live for you
and grow until
I can’t grow any higher.

You are my hope and dreams,
you bring me to my knees,
not in vain but for
strangth and exceptance.

Aman

© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
A prayer and poem I wrote awhile ago but never shared. I thought I should because there might be someone who needs to read it for strength. I survived through everything I have suffered because of God. Once I lifted up all my strife life got easier. I never could get through it alone.
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