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Vic Jun 2019
No one,
Has ever said,
They trusted me,
Loved me,
And cared for me.
That they've been trough it all,
And wanted to make sure I'm okay.

But you did.
Thank you so much.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
A resting place, beyond the madding crowd,
find rest
com fort ify
your quiet place, safe, say, make it so,
listen,
hear jets high above,
no contrails, no clouds, high pressure
clear skies,
no war on the horizon;
what if we imagined this,
today, while it is called today,
were a day when no lie was left
posing true, on earth, as in this
quiet place.

No word holding thoughts once common
is left idle,
meaning forms
a place where a prehender
can see how the handle makes the tool.
In formation, each imagined useful idea in need
of believers to let it be,
in a word.
Ask.
Is this useful for good?
Whole ideas can be null-ift, with a no.
You know, if the whole idea is a lie
locked in a meaningless whatphor.

Nature, and Nature's god, for instance,
escapes the test. Try it. Imagine now,
2019, your quiet place,
am I a being being? For no reason?

Is reason my word now, as may is mine,
ask
in your quiet place.

Prove me now, and see if
desire
words, de sidare (old idea, from the stars)
wishin' and hopin' and prayin'

grant or give or take away that which
you
desire, see sire, desire is a word that waits
in quiet places, for you, all ya'll,
to cognize and claim,

consider the connection made. Click.

That peace past understanding,
ever learning, line upon line,
precept after precept
apprehended

in your quiet place
word of truth
shows
unseen things, substantiates
situations worth the waiting patient per
fection of all concerning
you,
say the compilers of the good news who selected

that which works from that which shant,
should we agree to
go and see, if so and so saying, make it so,

makes it so. Amen is never a question,

you know. Amen is an agreement when so and so
says do as I tell you  to do,

and you obey. Eh? A link in an old chain?
Obediance is better than sacred making (art-ficing sacred, in effect).

Quiet. This time-less gap be twixt touch and feel and hope and see.
Here, we hear wisdom.
She, please agree, is gentle, never rude, but sharp, easy
to be entreated,

a poke in the old pineal gland, pay attention,
slightest ***** of a pin danced upon by angels
who fasted for
chains to be broken,
oppressed be set free,
strangers to be welcome here, iftar, after the fast
the future
now, here, where war is null ift, let us be
a net of quiet places
where messages
from where heaven is

connect to reality,
woof and warp, Ley
lines in time to this day, threads through
the maze to now, as natural as breathing.

(look around, there are no fates with scissors poised,
the titled reader's
pride acts a ***** and shame threatens blame,
but hell. whatcha got to lose?)

Be, still, being. Wonder what you are.
Pushing my envelope a bit, expanding my bubble. The idea in iftat, the meal after the fast when strangers are nvited into peace. I like this explanation of the Ramadan fast,
The best way I can explain Ramadan is this: to act as if we are standing in front of God 24 hours a day. How would you act? You are trying to perfect your relationship and your practice in a real, practical way. It's a googled quote. SO, 1.6 billion earthlings should agree, if evil is defeated in each of us, we could love our enemies.
Cc Jun 2019
This is my safe place away from you
These are my feelings i’d never let you see
I will not lie to you darling
You know me better than that
But I will hide these thoughts far away from you
in my own little castle I’ll build out of deceit and misplaced trust.
Empire Jun 2019
You talk about me without me
With the only person I trusted
Pretend you know what's going on
Trying to take control of me
But you have no idea
What happens in my head
You don't know
What's going on with me
How dare you
HOW DARE YOU
I don't want to be in your toxic family, but I have no way out of it
Vic Jun 2019
Words written
All over my body.
They tell us angels,
They're everything but holy.

Words,
Like scars.
So close,
Yet so far apart.

The outside
Can fool,
Use the angel's power
As a tool.

Get the devil
To confess.
But it turns
Into nothing less.

I'm not an angel,
I'm not a devil too.
I'm stuck in the middle,
Attracted to you.

Chained to my ankles,
Says I'm a good girl.
But I don't remember saying
That I lived in this world.

Tears and lies,
The fundament of my soul.
It's dark and rainy,
Black like coal.

Could hurt my self,
Don't have the courage
Yet my body is
Full of hemorrhages

There's a heaven,
But I need hell.
Can't you see.
I'm really unwell

What you're telling me
That is to  trust.
But letting go,
Is what I must.

Telling myself,
Everything I heard before.
I don't want to live like this
Not anymore.

Blue skies and clouds,
Spinning around.
Thunder clouds and dark skies.
That's not what it's about.

I'm a liar,
I never keep a promise.
You know, I see.
But you've got to be honest.

Having feelings for you,
Yes it does ****,
But you're just an angel.
**** **** **** :)

Hidden feelings,
Becoming more and more.
They will never respect you,
The same way they did before.

You can't cry,
You're happy here.
Heavenly feelings,
Flying in the atmosphere.

I'm slowly losing you,
But in a different way.
I'm still hoping that I'll
Pass you by in the hallway.

You can always
Laugh things away.
But what you don't know
Is that they stay.

I'm not okay,
I feel so scattered.
Don't be that way,
You're all that matters.

I confess,
I am lost.
My friendship
Is what it cost.

It's like I'm flying
Without wings.
Not getting joy
Out of the little things.

I'm an angel,
I'm not okay.
Because Satan isn't really
Feeling it today.

Put your lips on my skin,
And you might ignite it.
It hurts and it burns to hide it,
But I kinda like it.

Stop it, I'm trying.
Never gonna get things done.
By the time I finish,
You'll definetly be gone.

Being empty
And clear.
Is hapiness
Really near?

I can see you standing.
But you're never alone, no.
I could go talk to you,
But I'm too scared to go.

The cuts in my arm,
Are invisible to you.
But somehow, I don't know,
You show me yours too.

Started with angels,
Now talking about you.
A never ending sickness,
An infinite flu.

There's nothing I can do,
Don't judge me babe.
I'm just waiting
For my judgement day.

I keep adding sins,
But I'm trying to be holy
You never hear I tell you,
That I'm your's fully.

My scars keep bleeding,
I don't know what to do.
So I just keep on cutting,
Going through and through.

Your head on my thighs,
I never thought of this.
Oh but it's lovely,
Yes, yes it is.

Why would I keep trying,
Nothing makes me happy anyway.
You're the only person
That makes me want to stay.

Why did we spend,
All those hours?
Because you know it's gonna die,
Just like your flowers

If the end of the world,
Was near,
I'd spend them with you,
And die without fear

All I wanted,
Was to protect you.
And now I'll just
Never get to.

I kind of regret,
But I kind of like it.
Taking a joint.
Ah, it was just one hit

We are planning to leave.
Together, let's run away.
As long as I'm with you,
I don't really care if we stay.

You just keep giving,
The angel's trust.
But can't you see
My devil's lust?
I'm not sure what this is anymore. Just take it, whatever.
V Jun 2019
Don't let people treat you like a cigarette, who only use you when they're bored and step on you when they're done.
Beth Bayliss Jun 2019
break me into the tiniest pieces;
i am born from you,
born for you
and your sick sense of self-appreciation.

who are you to lock the doors,
to shut me out? to cut me off?
to build walls where we had empty space,
where once we could communicate?

and yet i am loath to spill my thoughts
as i drink from this bitter cup;
after all, you and i are
masters in the field of repression -
it's an art form, don't you know?

oh, you can break my broken heart
until there's nothing left
but the dust will remember what you did.
it's getting harder and harder to call you father.
I am weary, now,
Of this thing called hope.
wiityee May 2019
The pains you left in me.
The pains by you stabbing my heart with dull knives.
Nevertheless, you won't let me forget about you. You are still right in my heart, repeating all our times with pure joy in my eyes.


With my heart bleeding, I am still trying to move forward and walk my own path alone, pretending I am getting fine.
In reality, all in confusion, I am still stuck in the very same place and cannot stop questioning what was the truth and what future to pursue from now on.
Should I wait for you? Or should I just put all our shared dreams down? Can I forgive you albeit all the pains and shattered trust?


I miss you.
I know it is not the right time to face you -but I am terribly missing you.
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