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ClawedBeauty101 Dec 2017
Down in the ground, your silver body lays
You were buried, with another person on that day

Both of you are unsaved
So now your abandoned in this muddy ***** grave

You men seek for answers, you seek fullfillment
For you only have half your heart, what an empty torment

Where did the other half go? We may never know
Who has it? The Questions seem to grow

You are not in a grave yard, but within the woods of one
You should be counted as dead, and your memories done

But there is no grave stone, so there maybe hope
Maybe your time in the ground is a scope

An opportunity to learn, to believe, and to repent of past sins
For those who have ears let him ear! For the change first starts from within.

Your darkened eyes, look to find hope and relief in others
But only the drowning down pour of depression is you cover

Your shadows of hair hang over your faces, your eyes to the cold moist dirt
Deep down under, your gray chains get tangled to share each others hurt.

The only company you have is each other, along with the fallen sin trees and young future saplings
Learn from nature dear men, for the love of the roots of the tree's  to the dirt is forever grappling.

Your charm of words remain in the containment of a plastic force
The force field refuses to open for you until you end your sinful course.

I have tried to dig you two up myself, but you were down too deep.
No power on earth could unburry you two, the possibilities seem too steep

Only the Super Natural forces of God could do that
But When? WHEN will you be unburied?

I'm sorry... I'm am one impatient Cat...

*Every now and then We can feel your clasping hands reach for the empty red bench... hoping to get out of this grave.... and sit with us again....
Thankfully, one has been unburied recently, now, only by the Lord's will and grace, the other shall be too. I won't stop hoping and praying  for the lost one to finally return.
(Thank you David T for Checking this for me!)
Jonathan Finch Nov 2017
“I know she’ll break my heart,” he said.
“I know it certain as any sun
“Chivvies a glitter from a pipe of lead
“Where the poisoned waters run.

“She’ll take me into her thighs and turn
“Me out on a dawn as dark.
“Her face by the dark door, sorrow-stern,
“Will be creased with her smartest lark.

“Loose leaves and the ravelled flowers share
“Much aspect upon her face,
“But darker than any flutter of hair
“Is the part-past, and the chaste

“Abuse and mirror and sickening sweet,
“And battery forecast. And mean
“Her broken look! and her last retreat
“In the terrible City of Seen!”
from "Love' Poems For Kathy published soon on Amazon
Acina Joy Oct 2017
//
Blue and red looked ridiculous in the sky,
but he made it all look beautiful.
A fracture of light from the tears of his eyes
Ingraining a feeling so indelible.

But there's a distance between him and I
A sky's length that are filled with voids.
When I try to reach out my hand,
The only thing that can reach is my voice.

So he's a rainbow on the ends of the earth,
With his legs cut off from the ground
And there will always be a sky's length between us,
As I look up, to see him look down.
//
-because he cries as it rains down on earth, for his sadness only entailed our distance in between.

I never came to fully realise it. but I like one of my best friends. It's strange, and I didn't want to ruin anything, so I decided that I could just let myself swallow my feelings, instead of tear ourselves apart. It was enough that I already had  a chance with someone else slip through my fingers, that I might just ruin our friendship with this one. I'm still too young to be like this.
The Vault Oct 2017
Everything was dry
The ground rock hard as my shovel dug
The leaves around me wilting from the heat
It hasn't rained for weeks
But still I scrapped at the ground
Making my hole bigger and bigger
I remembered how your hands would touch me
How you were fake when people were looking
How behind closed doors you were the monster
That everyone thought was make believe
From age six til now you were there
Turning everything I was into a nightmare.
I kept digging
You stunk beside me
A stink that would make people cringe
To me I was used to it.
My shovel scrapped loudly on rocks beside my blue house
Just big enough
The hole was
You fell in with a thump
But I knew no one would help you get out
As shovel upon shovel fell on you
I thought about how you would be remembered
With the last shovel full
I thought
You will be remembered as the man who went missing.
This is a make believe story/poem. It is a form of fantasy but I tried to make it seem real.
Seema Sep 2017
Whenever life brings me closer to you
Nothing matters most than watching the sunset view
As the stars appear more clearer than the moon
Your time to depart always comes too soon

The fragrance of tulip flowers,
                             rises along the paths of my heart
When you kiss me, exploring my natural ****** art

Your voice calls to me, as the day draws to an end
Another day awaits for us to love and spend

Sometimes the memory of you whispers,
                             sometimes it ******
The night keeps me awake by the thoughts,
                             of your mischievous tricks

Why separation,
becomes the outcome of every meeting this way?
This matter now torments me constantly eveyday...


©sim
Seema Sep 2017
The angry drops of rain
Cries on natures pain
A way to voice to the beings with brains
Whose mentality is no less than a clogged drain
The earth soaks as much as it can
But the credit is always given to man
Who pollute and poison this environment
And leave other living beings in torment
The rivers flood, bursting their banks
Water rise from their usual ranks
It's flash flooding at this time of the day
But more to come as the high tide is on its way
Businesses and school operations are at halt
Still we humans don't admit our fault
If we look after our surroundings well, globally
And focus on environmental change locally
We could atleast relief nature from it's pains
For, I hope most of us start using our brains...*


©sim
Thomas Conlan Aug 2017
The burden that breaks this back
is the weight of letting you down,
having lost your way,
having seen you drown.

You were the bright sky turned cloudy,
as I took shelter from your rain.
Your tears had filled oceans
and I cowered from your pain.

Now my heart hangs as heavy
as the world upon my shoulders.
Punishment fitting for the one
who stole, held, and broke hers.
Seema Aug 2017
Surrounded by thorns
That ****** her heart
She silently mourns
For they are her part

Life is worth every moment
Be paradise or burning hell
To hear vicious torments
And cry near the deserted well

Village life is so hard
To please everyone
Another trump card
Her soul had no one

Extended families around
All sit and eat in disguise
She sits herself on the ground
And hears their usual lies

She thought she'd study more
But got married off then
Life's just to and fro
Surviving with her illiterate man...

©sim
Inspired by a documentary.
Matthew Rousseau Aug 2017
My eyes Crack like dried paper,
onto the desk at 4 am,
I'm not sure if my maker,
is a lion or a lamb,

Stuck between the present,
and the task at hand,
life is rarely pleasant,
when you can see through the sham,

I open the window, ash seeps in,
I can never duck get win,
Friends, my patience is wearing thin,
I know there's places I've been,

Not in the linear fashion of thought,
but inside the sky of my minds eye,

past, present future,
everything that can't be bought
Thanks for the read
- Matt
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