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By the ramp of the dearly departed
Still lay his faded fingerprints
While yet another
Was thrown in the morbid bed
Still reeking
like death
The hall deserted
His breathing slow
Hope fading
The morale low
Thoughts crept
Like death
And another after another
Was thrown into the list
Ever growing
Breaths slowing
Ever reeking
Like death
Lying in a corner
Groaning beneath the mask
A soul once alive
Moaning over the past
Waiting for a cure
Like death
And one last breath
Felt in the night
He wished to be his last
He couldn't hold on
To this madness, so
Like death
There was this glimmer
A ray of light
The suffering might end
Things could go right
Maybe slowly
Like death
The world was healing
Not all hope was dead
The once confined bodies
Will rise out of bed
Defeating tragedies
Like death
With a combined might
And hope alight
Strength in prayer
And hearts twinned
The world rose up
From death.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
Mortal wounds that rack the mind,
Focused thru the lense of time,
And sit, aching, upon the soul
To leave a ripped and gaping hole,
Filled by weary, worn requests
To end these gruesome lifelong tests
For peace to reign
And pain to stop;
To open the cage
And break the lock.
But bartered visions bring no respite,
Birthing instead a desire for flight
A longing to run, far and fast;
A desperate escape from a darker past.
And into the future, swoon and fall
Carelessly, awaiting it all,
Finding only more pain yet;
Bringing more things up to forget-
Until the world is swallowed up;
By the memories that hurt and cut.
By pain that sinks and dulls the mind,
Until that pain can fade with time
And follow, then, a different design
Until the soul can say it's fine,
And look up with truest hope again-
Only then will pain find an end.
And as I stare about me now,
I realize I have stared too long
Into the jaws of hell, and how
Pain has made me ever strong
For suffer the weather, suffer the storm
And you're sure to find bright days
Pockets still, but light and warm,
Filled with dazzling, sunny rays.
Now pain is not my jailer,
And I, no more its slave;
Risen from my thorny failures
To put pain into its grave.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC
Don’t plead like Biebs
Timbaland was right
Too late for "sorry"
Can’t erase the blight
Your apologies
Might seem polite
But all your white lies
Have been brought to light
Selfish transgressions
Brought this plight
Upon your own life
Despite the height
Of your own success
Now it seems so trite
As they kick you out
Into the cold, dark night
Mistakes explode
Like dynamite
As your life ignites
Failures burn so bright
Crashing down in fury
Dead meteorite
You feel the pain
Your enemies delight
Nowhere to hide
Your shame in plain sight
Adrenaline surging
Now it’s fight or flight
So just take a sec
Sit down, rewrite
Reset your future
Set yourself upright
Your values and actions
Gotta reunite
Redemption’s hard
No way to expedite
It’s gonna hurt
But hang in tight
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
i am the master of my fate,
i am the captain of my soul,
i am the leader of my thoughts,
but i am not perfect.
i will crash this ship,
lead it wrongly,
wreck it,
but i will come out strong.
i will go into harsh seas,
and come out harshly strong.
i will get lost in the dark,
and come out darkly strong.
because i am not perfect,
but better yet,
i
am
s t r o n g
my boat will splinter,
and still lead the seas.
my crew will die out,
and still lead the ship.
i will NOT get to land safely,
but better yet,
strongly.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
*Put the feet back on the ground,
the earth has been found a home.
Leave the umbrella alone,
the rain has stopped and the reason is unknown.
Dry the eyes of their tears.
The fears were conquered tonight.
Now, soar through the sky in the light.
The things of secret are within the sights.*
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
who broke you?
a lover,
a stranger,
a drifter,
a grifter,
a bolt
of lightning?
now,
get back up,
brush it off
fix yourself
and walk.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
Sometimes, the best of you is brought out by the worst
After people do their damnedest to destroy you
After they have stabbed you in the back
And shot a bullet through your heart
You find the strength to get up, to fight
You take your wounds...your bruises...your scars
You pick up the pieces and build something new
And the dents and cracks left over
Well, if you run sandpaper over a diamond, it'll eventually smooth out
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC