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Alyana Garcia Jan 2016
Falling in these lonely lands
where sorrow is known
I carried my heart in both hands
in fear of becoming a stone.

For bruises and scars
piled up my body,
that I wailed to the stars
hoping for a remedy.

Now I've become coy
in battles unseen
and how I wished joy
would finally stay with me.

O hear the pleas
of my troubled soul
I long to spread my wings
that darkness stole.

I fear pain will soon be my home
Living in lies
is where I shouldn’t roam
and the light in me silently cries

crying for the chance
of a happy life.

-a.g.
Crucifix Dec 2015
I look but never see, stuck in reflections of me. Shadows in the looking glass. Past pasts by so fast. Time retreats to a recluse refuses service to my muse.
How stuck I am in memory, like thunder striking at the sea.
I falter now but when I fall, I hope time will not stall.
George Krokos Nov 2015
When the heart and mind are both troubled with much anxiety and fear
and there is no one close by to comfort and bring you some good cheer,
turn within and focus your attention on the deep calm waters of the soul
where the inner ocean of peace exists and in which we're forever whole.
_________________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Elexer Nov 2015
Five hundred
Fifty three thousand
Five hundred 
Nineteen
I will
Five hundred
Fifty three thousand
Five hundred
Eighteen
I wi-
What is that?
Earthquake? 
How? Everything
Was so perfect
And now the pieces are
Scattered, broken
Again
Wait, the pieces!
No!
No....
Ok well...
Putting the first few
Hundred thousand 
Together was actually
Kind of fun
But now they run
But now they...run?

the pieces spontaneously grow legs and run away

No! I can help you
Don't go
This was my life now
And i was happy
Happier than i've ever been
Fine. 
I guess i'll have to
Find, catch, and 
Put you back together
And i will
I promise
I will
I see trails and clues
Follow them to
The scattered pieces
One running away
Gotcha
Nine hundred 
Ninety nine thousand
Nine hundred 
Ninety nine
I will
dan Nov 2015
in the morning when I wake up
I whisper four words
to motivate me.

when I feel troubled,
broken,
or out of place,
I whisper those words
to keep me company.

as everything slowly breaks down
and I'm down on my knees
unable to stand let alone move
I can only whisper those words

those four words,
"I wish I'm dead"
Cody Haag Nov 2015
Sequester me in your embrace tonight,
Guide me through these troubled skies.
Navigate with me through the stars so bright,
Teach me how it feels to fly.
Short. Simple. Hope you enjoyed.
Nic Evennett Oct 2015
Talking's too easy and peppered with riddles.
She sits on the outside with you in her middle.
So many stories with souls on their faces;
The lies and the laces, the storm that she chases.

Would truth take her troubled hand?
Needy sits outside your door.
And everything's treasure 'til morning comes
And stolen once more.

She's misunderstood all gifts of renaissance,
Your quiet, your patience, your turbulence, Angel.
Bone-weary, let her rest in your pocket.
A brown-papered bandit, a love in your locket.

Would truth take her troubled hand?
Needy sits outside your door.
And everything's treasure 'til morning comes
And stolen once more.
https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night/til-morning-comes-2014
Christian Bixler Jul 2015
Poetry,
the life of me,
the breath that buoys me,
keeps me over the darkest depths
of death, that which holds my soul intact,
and keeps my spirit whole.

I only wonder if that is all naught but an artists ego, itself covering the transparent reality that may be mine.
Thoughts such as this are what keep me up at night.
Sarahi Jul 2015
I am keeping my options open.

Should I act on it or...

Maybe even hide the thoughts

My shelves are too crowded already.

Stacks and stacks of feelings

Though I'm keeping my options open

They hide behind one another

It's more a want than a need

But the want is too great

Should I keep my options open?

Or slam the gate
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