Tammy M Darby

May 2018

Pagan Paul

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'pon your voyages through my mind
mingling with memories cruel and kind,
amongst the shattered dreams that do lay
'neath darkened clouds so distant away.
Amidst the chaos of random thoughts
strands of discord forged and sought,
chasing nightmares you must flee
the ugliness deep inside of me.
Be you close or be you far,
Please think of Me,
wherever you are.

© Pagan Paul (20/03/18)

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#depression #isolation #withdraw #disassociation #lonliness #bpd #lost #innerturmoil

Tammy M Darby May 2018

With every beat, beat, beat of the heart

As the sinewy flesh slowly frays and pulls apart
The final futile struggles of dying blood
The memories of evil acts
Torn from the dark
Flow in a torrent through leaky valves
A regretful flood

With every beat, beat, beat, of the heart
Demanding their just dues
The ghosts of your past cruelty
No longer in fear of you
Have at last come to call

You were told in written word long ago
There was a price for each red drop
And you shall pay each and every day for your hateful hands
Until your pitiful cold heart finally seizes and stops.

You starting counting the beats in your chest
One by one
Wishing in your mind there were more sunrises
There will be only the last setting of the sun

So with every thud, thud, thud,
Of your poor heart
With each labored breath
From the darkness closing on the mind
You pray on your knees and beg for just another day
Hoping to sate the gods with stolen gold
The fates refuse,
And turn away

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby May 3, 2018.

Apr 2018

Thomas P Owens Sr

a falling tear

Fifty years I see it clear
a face gone pale
a falling tear
a silent stare as she began
the cutting words that choked like sand
our breath was taken
our hearts were stone
my eyes were fixed
on a tear alone
before it hit the wooden floor
the world beyond our first grade door
had changed from one of children's dreams
from castles, songs, woods and streams
to a good man unsure of what to say
of the world we would have the following day
he removed his glasses
and trembling...he said;
"The President has died"

Camelot is dead

oldie- memories of childhood - 2nd grade teacher informed us that JFK was dead

#****** #assassination #president #violence #shock #dismay

Apr 2018

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Spunky

Fort sort court report, tort port quart, consort contort retort cohort cavort snort.

Black sack fact track Jack, smack wack maniac pack. Back hack knack flack, lack kayak rack tack.

Bust rust, dust crust, lust fussed, just must combust trust.

Bought naught, fought caught ought, distraught draught..

Pent mint sent rent lent, vent bent, went dent, gent glint spent tent rent.

Serene ravine green gene careen, obscene demean. Clean, preen queen, mean lean scene wean.

Fin pin sin, men tin wren zen.

Forgive me but I seem to have gotten some of my mental ******* ******-ness splurgy on the page. Of the human race is not but one more ***** in the spume of God!