#roar
Can you hear it loud and clear?
Come closer, over here
It's screaming from within my deep hearts core
Can you hear my silent roar?
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
Mom says
I'm an inchworm,
but when I grow up
I'm gonna be a F
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Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 11:11 AM UTC
Sometimes she blows
Cigarette smoke
In your face and
You call that love
Not because it is
But because
You want it to be
You're so ******* lonely
So ********* unable
To handle the
Ocean roar in your
Ears when you're alone
You tell yourself
That the ash in
Your lungs is
As good as
A kiss good night.
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand
Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ...
Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you.....
If it was different at the time
I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde.....
Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you......
It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you...
If it ever come down to that point like a f****** Melody going through my skull....
Look at through my point of view......
I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds......
Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me.....
Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger.......
It ain't no drug out there I haven't took.....
Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse....
Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s*** in my life...
So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........
When I was deep in my compression
Because I did not have no money in my pocket.....
I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide
But the cars went straight through me
Like I never existed......
Like a ghost from below.....
You tell me that is the only way out
Can't steal from the poor man.......
You can't break a man that's already been broken.......
And you can't bring back the Dead......
We are all lost in this world alone......
It is two type of people in this world
The people who live in the present
And the people who trying to rebuild the past......
You have to pick one and this life
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
Death is coming out of me
Every memory of pain and mourning
I’m bursting with light
Despite the dark I’ll come forth with
Roaring hope and fulfilled longing
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Every day, you make a choice
To stay silent or raise your voice.
And that's your choice, and I respect it.
I just want you to know
That if today, you decide you want
To be a lion
and let people hear you roar,
I'll roar with you until you don't feel alone or broken anymore.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 8:39 PM UTC
the walk through the dark forest,
with these trembling legs full of fear.
the fear of hissing coming from a height,
And the rumors of a living giant bear.
the crying trees suffering from blight.
hands start shaking, whenever I try to write.
the experience was honest and real,
that roar if lion I still can hear.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
Rumble and roar
Like a lion in a scuffle
You see they just found out
That they were caged animals
When they thought they were free
The knowledge of entrapment
Lead them to insanity
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
With every word
The rush of night waves lapping across my mind
turn quiet
Your light enters the dark room of my soul
And I am redeemed
A low hum turns into a roar
whispers become chants
thunder drums beat into the heart
of all that needs telling
In a slow
carefully woven tale
An old moss-ridden porch
longs for company
in a deserted neighbourhood
A refugee
has found
Home
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
**Bodies lying here and there,
torn clothes everywhere,
Some little girls crying near the bay,
Some little girls hiding behind the hay,
It's the month of May,and
I still remember this day,
When I refused to use my stength,
Gave up, laid down,
Could no longer fly high,
I was forced to drop on the ground,
Just because some hands pulled me down,
And swept me across the room
To fulfill their needs,
When I come to think about it now,
I should have stomped their throats,
When I had the chance,
I should have fought,maybe
I could have saved,
Others and every one,
If only I roared.**
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
I watch the yellow grasslands growing slow,
safe inside my window frame where heartbreak can not reach.
I'll remain the captured queen silently content with my small space.
My conscious clean, no blood to stain.
The golden beast of the sahara soaks in the open fields.
Afraid of no one and nothing but hunger.
Crowned long ago, his reign will outlast the wars, the floods, the drought.
Hands enormous enough to **** gentle enough to love.
I remain, eyes fixed on the beast as he belts a roar.
The sound vibrates my glassy outlook, coaxing a scream of my own.
Salty tears and shuddered cries, break the crusted lips.
Pain erupts, long lodged deep in the gut.
The broken wail of majesty, shakes lose the inner me.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
though a joy, a laugh,
for lonely forms.
on grim evenings,
he craves control....
his soul threaded to countless strings
all tugged and ****** by his woeful skin
after several flawed attempts
his burdened psyche
gives a clamorous roar
for he believed
he had been, the puppeteer
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
I understand what you’re going through,
It’s not nice when you feel you’ve got nothing left to lose.
And I’ve felt pain too,
a pain not too dissimilar to yours I’m sure.
One that starts off as a tickle and develops into a roar.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Lion you are,
All dressed in
sheep's garbs
fooling no one
but your own,
Mirror, mirror,
In woolen comb
a bleating roar
Trying to blend
when you were
made to hunt -
as the pride is
out waiting for
It's Tsar, to rule.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
It's all quiet on the Eastern seaboard today,
As we pause for a century of Armistice Days,
Can any armed conflict pave the way,
For the peace on Earth for which we pray?
To the Anzacs upstairs we give a wave,
Our tribute to our young troops so brave,
We hear ghosts of cannons roar asunder,
Today we all stop to wonder,
We'll never know what they went through,
To make a future for me and you,
Red poppies are flowering again,
The silent bloom of a lost generation,
So we pause for a century of Armistice Days,
Let's hope for peace to be our way,
Yes, it's all quiet on the Eastern seaboard today,
"Thank you" is what we'd really like to say!
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Head can now explode
But my hair rises black
Higher than this
Feeling inside like
I am,
Screaming
the sound could send waves
In new directions.
Capture or let go...
They both make me feel
Insane
Unable to do anything else
The roar is paralyzing me
Get me into the black hole
already
I need the other side
Rage-Light, flashing
You would be blind by now
But I see too much
Scratching out your eyes.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC