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mysa May 2018
we made eye contact through the mirror
as she slowly played with my hair behind me
she sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"you know? you just have to force yourself to do what you love."
it's difficult but i'm trying
Through the Looking Glass
James Bond played his “Double” role  

On his “investigations” to locate the  “treasonous” Villian.

His “distractions” are well known…

Past his “secret” identity and “cover”

His “secret” is very well known

Past that

Spying is quite irritating

On both sides living double lives

Human reasoning defines what the “crime” or “need” of their own “roles”

are of the necessary order

As each person calculates based on its own relations

Memories and Conclusions played through life’s “feed recorder.”
japheth Apr 2018
no matter

how painful

everything

was for you.

keep

pushing

forward.

love the uncertainty,

be excited of the unknown,

challenge life

to throw everything against you.

after all,

you were able

to pull through

before.

now

you’re much

stronger

to push through it all.
i’m probably hyped right now and so thankful to finally have a place where i feel safe to share my thoughts.

before, i write because i’m sad, with a cigarette on my hand, i type. i type as hard as i can just to release the emotions i have inside.

i went through a hard breakdown a month ago where i felt like i was stuck. like i had nowhere else to go.

but i kept on telling myself to push forward. to take baby steps. after all, no one’s rushing me anyway — it’s my life and i should take control of it, so i did.

now, looking back, i’m thankful for everything that had happened.

it helped me be where i am now. even though i’m still figuring things out, at the very least, i’m somewhere. out of the dark place where i was before.
Bryce Apr 2018
Awake to a strange bugging nag
A tick of thought nestled between
The dripping seconds that sway my fate
And thus, the world-- for men we stay

I crawl to silent rocky planes
endeared to noting but silicates
with blood I christen their timeless face
With this flesh of mortal deviate

And soon my bones will give you pause,
my blood will pool,
my skin pale, taught and gauze

yet where you stay, alone from life,
my soul will rise

To endless light

To end this night
aaliyah Mar 2018
i won't talk about my depression
it'll only bring you down
you'll get that nervous look in your eyes
the second i open my mouth
if you only knew how much energy it takes,
for me to take that step
how much fear i feel,
and how little hope i have left.
if you knew that it feels like lava,
burning through my chest.
someone wraps iron hands,
on the the few words i have left,
and it takes everything i am
to scream
and
scream
them out.
they come out like a whisper,
and now its your shout
you sit and say your sorry,
that you hope i'll be better soon.
maybe i should have an early night,
or watch a movie
like
you
do.
my love, no, you do not understand.
mi not just tired
im through.
i've long accepted shallow understanding
i just didn't expect it from you.
George Krokos Feb 2018
If we can get to look at ourselves through the eyes of another person
we may see what and who we are so that our situation doesn’t worsen.
__________
From 'Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Haze Jan 2018
I am help captive in the arms of my captor

Only looking at the future it gave, no other

Walking up the path filled with grave-given, fallen flowers

I rise above the clouds having hope as my only power

This is she to me, *España y Filipinas
This was my own attempt in interpreting the message of a painting made by one of my countries best painters, Juan Luna. It was actually in the test given for arts class where they asked us to write a one-verse poem about how we interpret Espana y Pilipinas and this was my answer to that portion of the test. I must say, a lot of culture and symbolism in one painting. I realize how great the other art forms are besides poetry.
Dharker Nov 2017
It's been awhile
Since I've expressed
What truly weighs
Down on my chest
Many years  
to have to recollect  
because
When you left
Memories arise
Thinking I found you
In these haunting times
Yet you are still only a ghost
That feels so real to me

With days passing
In a blink of an eye
I wonder if you would of changed your mind
Now seeing from the other side
How we all felt about your leaving

It hurts
Man does it hurt
It hurts
To see you go

Trying to smile
Yes, we have to smile
Through tears
you have left us in
Suicide- When I find myself thinking about the sadness and deep despair someone has to feel to leave so many in question. Leaving behind aches of wonderment of why. Why did they not see their worth. The love. The fulfillment of the after math of when everyone comes together because of how much you influenced them and changed their lives. To show honesty in yourself, because doing that could of changed the outcome of the decision process you thought would be an easier way out, actually effected worse than if you had just taken the time to stop shrugging your shoulders and saying you are fine when you are not.

Suicide-
it simply is not the answer.
Ask for help.
No one wants to see anyone they love feel like they are not wanted in this life.
poetryaccident Oct 2018
Once the mighty played the field
floating high above all men
vices seized to be absolved

the past had culture that defiled
assaults dismissed by ego’s boon
permission gave to monsters’ birth

power flexed for pleasure's sake
taken when the giving balked
rights discarded for delight’s harm

to take control was the goal
lorded over the smaller ones
wanting all and then some more

present day has now arrived
with tender wounds aching still
calling out the miscreants

authority tastes the bitter edge
justice in the public eye
the clay feet are now revealed

command cuts itself to heal
the fiends seen in mirror’s face
altars splashed with sacrificed

the mighty fall by gravity
no longer able to stand upright
when the sins have true weight.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171114.
Once the mighty played the field
floating high above all men
vices seized to be absolved

the past had culture that defiled
assaults dismissed by ego’s boon
permission gave to monsters’ birth

power flexed for pleasure's sake
taken when the giving balked
rights discarded for delight’s harm

to take control was the goal
lorded over the smaller ones
wanting all and then some more

present day has now arrived
with tender wounds aching still
calling out the miscreants

authority tastes the bitter edge
justice in the public eye
the clay feet are now revealed

command cuts itself to heal
the fiends seen in mirror’s face
altars splashed with sacrificed

the mighty fall by gravity
no longer able to stand upright
when the sins have true weight.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171114.
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