marked out
scars are deep
granulated
raised
hate designed this pattern of lace
body compensates for punches and kicks
pinned to soft pillows held with steel
bobbins twist and cross intricate designs
capturing events in delicate knots
infinite combinations
belying pain, tales, drama
to create a work of beauty
in silk and blood
triumph
you did not win
victory was mine
I wear the lace mantilla


@journeyofdays

Maggie Rowen Feb 24

All your lies and all your pain
following dreams you'll only break
on this road for way too long

But when it's said and done
there really was no way we could have won
the cracked glass shatters to the floor
reminding me that life always gives a cure

All you know is home
with a heart that doesn't want to be alone
with a heart that doesn't want to lose it's song

But when it's said and done
there really was no way we could have won
the cracked glass shatters to the floor
reminding me that life always gives a cure

And I know you had to go
Had to get yourself back home

But when it's said and done
there really was no way we could have won
the cracked glass shatters to the floor
reminding me that life always gives a cure

A plot of more than 300 square yards,
Our house is being built within it,
And the architectural model,
It is just very beautiful to look at,
Though it is only on paper right now.

Just not a home until we shift inside,
Lamps for construction are lit,
And few nomad workers,
All of those live near that site,
They build the house like their own.

We just do not shift things into there,
Once its construction is complete,
Then we thank mother nature,
Celebrated will be its completion,
And so will be its existence as if won.

My HP Poem #1405
©Atul Kaushal
Krystal Lèleck Nov 2016

The reasonable
Amongst the un
Will always be
The world against one.
But the tame
Reap their rewards
While the wild
Are maimed
And unarmed.

That Random Guy Nov 2016

No matter how much evolution takes place, we would still be taking people for granted who care for us.

Ravanna Dee Sep 2016

There were a few things my heart couldn't let me share.
A few words my mouth dared not declare.
A fleeting thought that I wouldn't let take hold.
The breath I fought to keep these few fears from being told.
There are a few things I've yet to overcome.
And until then... I shall hold onto them...

But, only until sharing them I can let be done.
When I know that I faced that beast and won.

Sometimes... We can't let others save us. We can't speak about our fears to them; even if they could possibly help. Sometimes, we have to learn to face them ourselves. We have to lift that heavy sword, turn around, and face the beast all on our own. We have to build up the courage to do so. We have to be our own fairy tale hero.
Rick Warr Aug 2016

as the day has left me
love is still there
for special ones
I thank these inspirations
for love's desire
invigorates and sustains
this weary soul

So I look forward
to being together soon
with company
who make me whole

Now to croon this tune
to a crescent moon
to telegraph it
to telepath it
Just to do this lifts me up
I believe my targets get it
even if they don't know it

I'm a love transmitter
a shining sun
in a world that's done
having fun
because you have won
if you learn to love
Everyone

Written at the end of a long day
Tehreem Jun 2016

She saw him
In his glory
At his worst
The story
She wrote
For him
With him
Of love lost
Truth and lies
Fire and rain
Blood and dust
Left incomplete
Today tomorrow
Void and sorrow
In the game
He won

Completely incomplete.
The Judge Jun 2016

Those who want to play god,
will get punished like one.
Look at all those dictators who tried,
and the wars they haven't won.

Those who want to play Satan,
will get punished like him.
And trust me I know,
that you're punishment will be grim.

Those who want to play human,
will live like one of our race.
And the universe will teach you that
you will need to know your place.

Trevon Haywood Feb 2016

They said we couldn't beat the Steelers.
We did.
They said we couldn't beat the Seahawks.
We did.
They said there is no way to beat the Panthers.
We did.
And as for us, we did it! We WON the SUPER BOWL 50!

Poem is dedicated to the Super Bowl 50!
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