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JKirin 3d
I need you to walk away,
to forget about me, be happy.
I'll live with this pain each day
but I won't let it ever break me.
My love is my own mistake.
Don't be sad for me, please, forget me.
"Go back to him, now!" I ache...
"I'm in anguish, with you!" Be happy...
I need you to walk away.
I need you...
about loving a man who is happy with another, sending away but not able to let go
I long to see the day when suffering will be no more and freedom would be free, complete, and lasting—
On that day, tears would be a tale of old times;
smile, an everyday thing, and peace, unending.
Something that I wrote for my friends in Myanmar who are suffering
Sadness, blackness, numbness --
I never want to harness,
but body, soul, and spirit can't seem to find harmonious oneness;
Restless, breathless, stiffness --
I can't even see Your vastness;
no fondness,
Am I senseless?
Could You rescue me from this pit of tiresome distress?
chest crest,
let me guess,
emotions and memories
I am trying to suppress
So, come gently, my hand caress
help me assess
and not regress;
remind me today that I am not oppressed
and that there's a way out of this mess;
Heed my humble request
God, do help me find true rest
bring me back my senses so I can be a witness
to Your manifold glory and kindness,
build me up on nothing less
in faith, today, I do confess,
"I am not hopeless,
but a child who can rest in Your loving embrace."
A poem that I wrote for my classmate in one of our live companioning triads
Yearning, longing, asking — earnestly, do I seek you
Unending, devastating — how long will this parched desert be my view?
This woundedness brings a thousand muffled cries,
chaotic, disturbing lies,
and even more haunting nights;
Nevertheless, I say to my soul, “Arise”,
For one day, you shall see deliverance in Christ.
Just a quickie for my Soul Care class.
A strong accusation from the
Lips of Johnson; a broken saint,
Finally landed within the judge's ears
Upon the great white throne, concerning
His contention with The Highest's
Bizarre affairs in and out our dualistic
World.

Eternal wisdom is thy possesion,
But you formed our planet to house
Heavy handed suffering, haunting
Our finite lives in all that we do,
Until our time, is seized by you.

Why?
Let not silence be thy answer
To this dire matter.
Thy mere soul and thy paint.
Forced to relentlessly battle.
Yet, not quite sure when; nor where to strike;  regardless of such, thou need not bow beneath thy sworn enemy like a coward in the night.  
Thy must remember that with time thy vessel shall grow to be rather faint.
Tis upon the beginning of the end, that thy brittle bones shalt rattle...
Whilst sorrowful eyes lose sight.
Now blind, beaten, and battered.
Hopelessly lost between what once was and all that has yet to come.
There be not a **** thing more mournful than thee, thy own soul withering away like a departing flower in may.
Thy trudged onward despite thy heart being shattered as well as scattered.
'Twas in that dreadful hour that thy feelings perished and thy had begun to grow numb.
What a remarkable day is to be rotting to the core like a corpse left to decay.
Heidi Franke Aug 20
The human appetite
To **** the pain
to not experience any
dis-
comfort

The human appetite
to run a-way
far, away
are
seeds planted from our
footsteps

The more we run
the bigger the
plant
the hungrier
we get
the greater the ruin
in our run

Don't avoid
the burdens of
engaging lost plans,
or others.
Other Wise, the human
starves its self
in a marathon
by sealing off mouths.

Alimentary,
Leaving one, you, her, they,
them,  in the
hunger cycle
to feed
then crushed
left void

Elementary words
     don't avoid
pain.
It requires a handshake
a' la carte,
Indulge.
   remedy is in
the crash diet.
Come home now.
It's time for dinner.
Rama Krsna Aug 19
what’s the point of history
if we keep flying
paper kites into a level five hurricane?


© 2021
ashw Aug 14
Every morning, a parade goes by
And I peek out from behind the curtain,
It’s my own personal procession,
If nothing else, of this I’m certain.

Each float that passes by
Showcases an emotion long-expelled,
Mixed-in with painful memories,
It’s a marching preview of hell.

I watch it at first get nearer
Then farther and farther away,
But for a moment I start to panic
Afraid that it might stay.

Today there’s a new addition,
What would have been by downfall,
I had no choice but to cast it aside,
It’s the most gut-wrenching of all.

Even from a distance
It causes an ache to spread throughout,
Maybe I should have kept that one,
It’s the first to make me doubt.

Is it better to feel nothing?
To live life completely devoid?
I thought if I got rid of them
I would have no feelings to avoid.

But even though it’s fleeting;
A brief reminder of yesterday,
I can never fully banish them,
The parade still comes my way.
CGW Aug 14
The world contained within itself
Dragging along slower than time
How did we get here

A world beyond reason
Where the sinners are free
And the innocent in chains

These wicked wastelands
Run thick with blood
And endless suffering

Enveloping
The forests and skies
The creeks and rivers
Into shadows that speak our universal silence

All the smiles captured on film
Playing backwards until
There is nothing but an empty feeling

Of weighted loneliness
That burrows deep
Into my heart
First time posting in a long time! Miss writing poems :)
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