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Kevin 2d
I sometimes feel the need to be loved
To be taken care of, to be heard
To be free from my notions clouded with misery
Sometimes all I urge for is a stab of sympathy

So immersed in pain I am, it has almost ripped my soul
I have cried the tears of blood, silent screams have now torn me apart
I sometimes wish for the pain to glide out of the thick layers of my skin and evaporate
I am no longer left with the power to feel the emotions in my heart

Even if I can sense the pain evaporated, for now
I know above my head, it has formed clouds
The ones that in no time will rain on me
Harder than in the days gone by. Helping the stifled anxiety to arouse  

I am so lost into my mind, I can hear nothing but the winds whispering
Tickling my bruised body, inflicting agony. Obstructing ecstasy from quenching my thirst.
I can now feel a subtle hint of pain in all my bones
In between the chaos, my passions have succumbed to dust
Yolanda Oct 14
I need to meditate
I need my space
I need some time to relieve my heart from all its heaviness.

As soon as I meditate
As soon as I get my space,
As soon as I get relieved from all the heavy burdens that strain my heart
The better

I will settle, when I've found a solution,
I will settle, when I've gotten my relief,
I will settle when my heart has found peace,
It has taken so much
And now is about to burst from all the heaviness,

My heart cannot talk,
My heart cannot scream,
And my heart cannot shout,
I will find a way to get my heart to rest.

It's never too late to relief my heart from all the heaviness,
I have a strong heart, a patient heart,
A passionate heart and a loving heart,
And the sooner the better to find me
And gain the confidence to free my heart.
Yolanda Oct 14
My heart searches for the Love it has,
But every beat sounds like broken glasses falling into pieces.
Tears falling, nourished lips,
How beautiful will it be if it was a healing process?  
Hope buried deep down my soul, but thy heart is weak.

A heart of precious glass, broken into pieces.
Can it be formed again?
I cry out loud for help,
But nobody could hear me,
I lay down to heal,
But still, the pain keeps gaining,
Hope, hope I cry to you. Do you exist?
I try to find the reason why,
I try to find the majestic being I once was,
But the search is a living pain.

I convince myself not to limit the courage of love,
But the wages of a broken heart keeps on gaining.
Love + love = Beauty.
Why can I not get a reason? I ask?
The answers blared deep down in thy heart.

Dear broken heart ✉️, I can no longer dance to thy melody🎶💔.
Yolanda Oct 14
In the morning the  sun gives farewell
to the moon and in the night time
the moon gives farewell
to the sun that's their routine.
i felt a presence as i walked
past its shadow between
restless sunbeams and
lazy dark patches

too small to fill a stadium and
too light to resist a breeze,
it could not muster the most
muted sigh of thunder

still, it singled me out from acres
of trees and multi-laid squares
of rooftop hide-aways

and followed—

to send a message of being
to an insignificant recipient

through a small break within
divided thoughts, into a brief
opening underneath—

a single drop, into a
downpour of

"the cloud"
© 2008 by Seranaea Jones
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Some where,
In the parallel universe
There might be my
Writing the antonym
Of just this verse!
If I could do telepathy,
Would have shown
All my sympathy
For being just the opposite!
Everyone hears you.
Not everyone listens to you.
Can you touch it?
Can you hear it?
Can you taste it?
Can you see it?
Can you smell it?
Let me ask again.
Can you touch the broken shadows?
Can you hear the painful bellows?
Can you taste the bitter truth?
Can you see the dreadful youth?
Can you smell the putrid words?
Can you feel the movement of one’s action?
Can you perceive the sensation of your nerves?
Now let me ask again.
What can you do—
In a world that went through and through?
What can you give—
To a person who is desperate to live?
What can you...
It’s hard to lend a hand when you can’t sympathize but sometimes it’s harder to lend a hand pretending that everything is alright.
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