#pit
Tourism can be good,to mix for the local economy like windmills generating energy,
positive energy can grow like continuous effort
that 1 day can bring results,
Couples of socks can match and others may not,Similar to diversity where different backgrounds can soak near each other so may the sinful wars come to common terms,
The pond of water can be contaminated yet there was the homes of frogs,
So the homes of the innocent may the leaders not destroy them in crossfire,
Sinful Conflict and war what little can be earned isn’t required for the possible ocean of blood lost,
The pit in the land that can be empty from bombs could witness the future planting of seeds slowly growing into towering trees,
The community servicing others may be like a pricy jewel found in times of famine,
The best of protectors is A
Octopus may have tails each having its own function some hide deeper in the marine so hidden yet an important part of the ecosystem,
Some who may not be the most open yet are essential to attaining the highest level,
Such may be the hidden drive inside the Muslim that is determined not to lose to sin and let good put out the fire of sin with water.
From green lands that can stretch far miles and miles till what is outside what the eye can see,
May Allah protect the natural beauty of the soothing acres of luscious green
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 7:36 AM UTC
Here goes nothing
said a voice in the trembling cold
I held myself in the center of the day
tying sun rays into knots around my finger
a coolness among all the smoke
turned over on itself, and like the pit
in the center of the plum
in the center of my stomach
now at the center of this earth
I feel the vastness of letting go
one life to the next
walking out the door
among loss, among ghosts
all in line, next in turn
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
The place was like a very deep dark hole
where there was no light
and it seemed that in every direction
I tried to go only ended up
being deeper and further down
in a space where no walls existed
because they would need
a supporting foundation
but here in infinite darkness
there was no enclosure
in what seemed to be
a surreal dreamscape
within my mind
or wherever then
I might have been
into which I just kept
falling further down
or so it evidently seemed
as I tried to gather
some fortitude to pray
with whatever means or
urgency I could summon
to the God of my soul
for Him to save me
from this bottomless pit
and dark nothingness
in which I was falling
like stepping off a cliff
on a high mountain
to some valley below
that you couldn't see
or what could've been
the edge of the world
and it was difficult
to hold onto my breath
and soul that were
being left behind;
a strong unmistakable
feeling and sensation
coming from inside
like I was being
wrenched out of
my physical body....
then suddenly I awoke
with my heart pounding
very loudly which I
could hear and feel
within the cavity of my chest
between gasps of breath
and those tears that were
rolling down my cheeks
as I realized that
I had been saved
from the depths of
that stark oblivion
and utter blackness
for my prayers
had been answered
and I just laid there
in my bed exhausted
while being thankful
with thoughts of gratitude
that I could see where I was
and that I was still alive
in one piece with the
light coming through
my bedroom window
from a new day's sun.
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© 2021 George Krokos
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
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Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC
Depression is like a deep abyss
Once you fall in
You can almost never get out
You claw at the walls of the hole
Using all of your strength
To climb to the surface
The effort is grueling
But you have a spark of hope
That you're strong enough
But a stone falls from above
Catching you off guard
And you fall once again
Landing hard on the cold floor
Right back where you started
Your body is weak and exhausted
The attempt to save yourself
Is taking its toll
You lie on your back
Gazing up at the light
Coming from the entrance of the chasm
But you are too weary to try again
So you lay there
As your hope fades away
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 2:11 PM UTC
The seasons shift
Fade away
Gets a bit colder each bitter day
Moment after moment slips from my hand
Stuck here struggling to understand
You moved on but I'm paralyzed
Guess by now I should have realized
Start walking forward
Turn around
To past it seems I am hopelessly bound
Loving you making me lose my mind
Still I am unable to leave memories behind
You lost yourself somewhere along the way
Why am I still addicted to who you are today?
Is it because I have forfeited so much for you?
Because you're familiar?
Have no clue
When will soul finally know serenity?
Life plunges me deeper into insanity
Why is the universe unfair?
World so cold
I had it all
Now nothing to hold
Begins wearing heart's patience thin
I start to bleed and am left with no skin
Falling backwards into pit of insecurity
Every minute without you feels like eternity
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 10:16 AM UTC
As another minute passes,
A being can feel more ignored...and ignored.
Soon they'll Feel invisible.
Betrayed.
disappointed. In the person they once loved.
As if “it”....They didn't matter to him.
it matters and without it
a human would not be a human.
They’d simply be nothing without it.
Just a consciousness that's hungry for attention
And a unquenchable thirst for help that you didn't give them
While they selflessly gave it to you.
Now it's too late to turn back.
Too late for a “second chance”
No sorry can fill the bottomless pit you’ve created within their once warm soul.
Any “sorry” will just make it deeper, and deeper.
Never to be seen again forming an entirely new person we've never met.
All because you made them feel so invisible they fell out of place from reality.
Shattering their hopes and dreams.
Aspires and wants to be’s.
Crushed by one **** hand.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
This pit of jealousy has grown too deep.
I lash out at the walls but i only hurt myself in the process,
and as i sink lower, deeper;
I feel my friends stand on rising mountains.
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
In a dream, warnings heed
From the pit, my soul - he keeps
Awake, I pray, and see his face
I shout of joy, and sing him praise.
My sins are spared,
Perversions pardoned,
My ways are not repaid to me
For, from the pit, my soul is kept
My life is lit, and I - redeemed
Chance after chance, and time again
Into the pit, his hand extends
Pulls us up, turns us about
Not graved to perish, but to live devout.
His mercies anew; his truths revealed
Saved from the pit, sown in his fields
His grace - sufficient, where sin spewed its spout.
His love has no end - my soul has no doubt.
For, from the pit, my soul - he keeps.
My life is lit, and I - redeemed.
- Desire Ramos, 11/27/20
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
My brother and I explored a ravine
in our younger years. A wooded
labyrinth where the auburn
mist of fallen leaves
covered the floor
like a Burmese
tiger pit.
My brother
and I discovered
a lake, which became
a creek, which became
a swamp. I must've found
something exciting, because
I began sprinting homeward in a
juvenile fervor. Penetrating the
leafy shroud with my eager
feet. Unaware of traps
set subtly for those
tramping through
the wilderness.
A nail,
I stepped
on a nail in my
recklessness. My
tennis shoe armor proved
futile against the steel weaponry.
Completely exposing my vulnerable
sole, the spiked interloper sank
its lone fang into me. The
pain shot through my
foot until ambulatory
abilities all but
vanished.
I didn't watch
where I was stepping
and landed on an inadvertent
weapon.
I should've
known the pollution of man
would stab me in my
outstretched hand.
A lesson was
learned about
paranoia and why
it exists. Even if I watch
where I'm going, polluters
will slit my wrists until the findings
of the swamp are forgotten in favor of scars.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Sometimes I want love to find me.
For when love takes over,
you'll walk the road of serenity.
You'll climb the mountain of euphoria.
You'll swim the ocean of ecstasy.
Yet, I don't think love is good for me.
I'm afraid it'll **** me in a state of oblivion.
But perhaps that's all I ever really need;
to fall into the pit of love and never
break through the surface again.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
I’m thinking all my charcoal thoughts—
Scorching on my mind—
I’m thinking all my crumbly words
Are worth the dark’s dull time
I sit here in the dark
And watch the embers burn
The feelings of the faces here
Mean nothing in the urn.
I sit against cold tiles,
Hiding in the dark
The fire burns me inside out
I’m alone, I’m hurt.
I sit deep in the fire
I have no more bones to give
All my blood is boiling
And my eyes have all but caved
I sit here in the fire
And think my charcoal thoughts
I want nothing else to do
With anything but dust.
Burn the legs and up the arms
I’m done with walking free
Burn the brain, the heart, the soul
I retire to the dream.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
Ay ay ay my old forest land
five little brothers blown
Ay ay my baby boy gone
My loving dad's grave lost
Mom lost her mind
sold my half sis for food
as I ran to convent stunned
Ay USA my coco girl's birth
Henrys infertil mistress bailed
his cocain dues selling my
baby girl to her!
impostor posing as Mom-me
!in Torrance CA maternity ward
stole my baby photos
Ay daughter keep away from Moureen
he even gave you daughter her ugly name! sold you like a dog is sold
Evil Henry is no father to you
tried vanishing me and
you in my womb using saline but Mom saved herself and you
called police
before and after your birth
we both were attacked
this truth you must know no matter how painful
your Mother loves you this mother is me I love you you are my beloved father David's precious grand child
your maternal grandparents were good people so we're your paternal grandmother Janet but not your paternal father he was evil biggoted racist don't ever be like him.
I love you so miss you daughter mine your father's seed isn't to blame his sister Elizabeth is sociopath sadistic weekly jealous she is like Henry a Charles Manson's advocate almost turned me pregnant into Sharon Tate 1969 butchered by evil crazed men and followers
same bad people in Greece pray on pregnant women and babies they are the **** of this planet.
I wouldn't do a roach what they all put me and my baby's through.
~~~
Ay my Greek born baby girls
medeas tinted your baby milk
with caustic soda yelling at me to hurt me saying it was to open your sink out of jealousy malice and greed
they said you were killers because hers with him wouldn't be born.
~~
Take heed keep away from Greece and them all they are not well in the head they a lack heart brains courage everything I had in excess to fly away and save us all.
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ay ay our envious foe
enemy so blind a fool
has died seeing us thrive
Ay PTSD ay free me please.
Ay dear poets potessess
thou in thy worst nightmare have it good and better then me and my kin.
Ay ay poisons potions we won!
we emerged immune even to you stronger mightier better
than thee
my enemies all look at us
living in the land of
the free and the brave
healthy loving caring
Ay sad sure! bitter never!
Ay ay USA ay ay Mexico
Hell Greece and Greeks sits more evil
of lower hells bellow thee
most vicious cruel of all foe.
I changed Earth for the anti-Christ wasn't born instead my Angels
thrive good destroys evil within
Ay Greek **** mythology drown!
drown Join Atlantis Sodomah
Gomorrah into your pits of hell
itself go sink.!
This is a holy mother's plee
supersticious ignorant greece
We have flushed thee down
deep the bottomless pit
with this tini poetic
metaphor I plee to the Universe the spiritual unseen world above and below.
So wise many a poet
and powerful poetessess
family and friends,
please switch vacation trips to elsewhere in the globe
ending touristic revenues to
food poisoning *****
Hell enic poisoner twisted backwards Hitler's ******** lenic Greece.
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By: Karijinbba
All right reserved revived 8-2020
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
I often find myself falling into a spelling pit.
The place where letters are mounds of dirt.
Where has dirt fall into my eyes.
A hole where spelling correctly is impossible
but still my poem I write.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Your love is the marvel
Changes my things
Makes me felt with happiness
That I lost since periods
They might be short
Or might be long
Your love is the important
It digs signs at my mind
And leaves pit at my heart
But it chased the sad
I feel blossoms open inside
The birds sings at my spirit
My soul flying at height
Between angels leaving the worst
All of these, I fell in love
With the smartest
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
In a pit far hotter then Hell,
Satan's fate doth lie within;
And when this wicked world's over
God will then throw Satan in.
~
Into that lake of Fire and Brimstone,
also known as the Pits of Hell;
This is Beelzebub's destiny,
and he knows this, all too well.
~
Yet before this time will come,
he's seeking those to devour;
Trying to harm God's Creations,
believing he has much more power.
~
But woe to Satan upon that day,
when God's had more than enough;
'Tis then the Devil will realize,
his kingdom will then come undone.
~
His empire will certainly crumble,
as if in a major Earthquake;
Satan will tremble in utter fear,
his Demons will quiver and shake.
~
The words of God will be fulfilled,
when He cast Satan into that fire;
And within that Lake, he will remain,
no hope for this Beast and his liars.
~
And as they burn, their knees shall bow,
as each of their tongues shall confess;
That Jesus Christ is the Lord of Lords,
this truth they will surely profess!
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
Every night keeps within it's protective cupped palms
At least this much; few bright moments of calm.
But she was a night so perfectly wedded to the dense dark,
Even in love, doing diabolic best, as if nothing else'd work
Never occured no other,in her thoughts or deeds ever.
But he seemed to be not aware of his eye sight's fatal error,
Always read all her printer's devil just as if all of it's right,
Her many decisive acts finely co ordinated, finished him quite,
Love the first casuality, gave an impetus, then followed the rest.
He who fell head over the heals for her, slumped face down in the pit
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
In a room full of people
I’ve never felt more alone
All the lousy chatter
Never seemed so quiet
My insides full of sorrow
Yet a deep empty pit dominates my soul
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
I've always been a better fit,
As someone left inside a pit.
No rising hills of happiness,
With sparks of hope alight with bliss.
For inclines end at edging cliffs.
Beckoning my fall.
Sparks are starts to raging fires.
No skin unburnt at all.
I've always been a better fit,
As someone tossed inside a pit.
Hands on a shovel as i dig.
But never can I fall.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Why is it that the days with you are the greatest I've had?
No emotions of fear, anger, or sad;
Yet when I look in your eyes, I can only feel bad.
Love has evaded me for years, and years yet to come.
No butterflies, nor tingles, nor tears;
None shed for the hugs from that special some... one.
Why is it my happiest days are paired with the loneliest of nights?
Filled with want, need, even prying;
For a love that's just right.
Falling out of feeling is the hardest feeling to fall in.
As love evades your mind, when you feel you can never try again.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
she is drowning again.
this time she knows the truth
-she can’t do this anymore.
and this time she knows that her mother’s hand is not the hand she needs in hers,
and that she walks alone on the only road she’d ever known.
as the road diverges, her feet are spread further and further apart,
so she’ll fall into a deep crevice,
or jump.
she’ll fall before jumps.
maybe there will a river at the bottom,
so ice cold.
but she’d move along,
and she does love to swim.
maybe it’ll be ground,
and she’ll break all her bones.
then she’ll pick herself up,
keep walking.
what if an abyss is just an abyss?
a pit of nothing,
a pit where you’re falling and you don’t know,
how low you’ll go.
and if you expect wings,
how would you create them on the way down
-no one cares enough to strap them to your back,
because no ones cares.
she knows, it’s all her fault.
you know.
she’s been told she’s everything,
and she wants to be everything.
but her heart is gone.
her appetite is gone,
and the once hungry girl
is left picking at her plate.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
I'm falling, feeling, spinning,
Just out of arm's reach,
The sharp abyss seems to muffle
My frightened dismal screech.
Don't jump down for me,
I am not worthy to save,
For what else is as shallow
As my predestined grave?
Don't present me with a chance,
It is almost too late,
Please leave me with my thoughts,
I can handle fate.
Don't even try to fix me,
I am not worth your time,
The pit I am descending is
A long way back up to climb.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC