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Elizabeth Jan 2016
When a man found a rotting piano
In the woods of Germany,
Each unplayed note traveled through his red blood veins
up to his brain painting colors of wound and gas mask.
He could hear the music of war within each taste of sheltered forest air.
In his nails, shadows of bleed
and drops of motor oil,
the residue of sea salt from the hulls of ships.

The man
Thought of all the Jewish and non Jewish fingers
That never touched each key.
He played all the combinations of chords never played
On the tree trunk next to him.
The man felt his right fingers cramp,
Riger-mortic,
And saw his fallen brother behind the largest tree holding his palm the same way.
He thought of all the stiffened hands sitting in holes dug by living hands,
Hands begging for one more sip of water soup,
Hands begging for freedom,
Hands begging for death.

The man forgot his salt crusted boots.
The man couldn't forget how his gas mask could have saved two more hands to play the unplayed piano.
Sin Mar 2016
Let the river bathe me oh highest king
For thine eye's are closed
To hell it seems
Wash away my sins so great
Abound me with your glory
So great

But do my ears deceive my mind
For sounds of darkness now climb
Into my empty mind at times
When lonely less
Stands by my side

So not forsake or abandon me
I feel the hands of him
Drag me from this place of peace
Down into
A space so bleak

Why doth you let me go
Did I not sing hallelujah
To your praise
Prey tell why this is so
That now my soul resides below

Rescue me I beg you now
For eternity taste so sour
And my eye's stay so blind
Below here amongst his kind

Now as I rest in soil so burnt
How my heart sinks
A lesson I've learnt
Yet still I belive in all that is written
While my world lays burnt
Connor Dalton Feb 2010
She loves me,
she loves me
please love me I can do
anything, in an instant,
I can make the Greatest,
Nothing.
I can turn away from
it all.
I promise, you know
right.
an eternity felt in moments
paradise abandond,
maybe for a moment
what is to be done with all these moments
stories
proof
pitiful
every emotion the same
every tick of the massive Clock,
this ever growing wasteland of
moments.
Nameless Sep 2014
There is an cry ever once in a while that suddenly dies down. The tears have vanished away. The battle wasn’t over,their just wasn’t any fight left. There is no way you’re able to be richin gold in reality your nothing but dust waiting to be blown away.

The dark colored clouds block your eyesight. You wonder where did you go wrong. Your filled with so much despair you can’t find peace within yourself. Your useless, alll you’ve every wanted was someone to love. But in the end who loves you in reuturn? Who hears your cires when your abandond  and worthless to yourself?

The mystery doesn’t fade not does the pain crumbles. In the depth of solitude the most outrageous thoughts allign inyour head. Just the thought of a blade slicing through your skin, you begin to  feel whole. You cut deeper to endure this lifeless pain.

Thoose sleepless nights you prayed for help and shelter maybve even love with some type of appreciation. I’ll wish to be stricken blind then to see myself commit such a crime. I’m a prisoner of my own thoughts. Pacing back and forth wondering when it’ll stop.

What happen to a sudden grace , a personal place let alone to be treated as a shut out disgrace. There is no love. I dread having the memory of living once more,  to feel like thereis anything that can’t be done. Who’s crying out for you? Nobody cares enough to even scream your name.



Your nothing but dust waiting to be blown away but then your only human.

Every step I take makes me downfall. Every inch of air I breathe makes me disgusted to be here. I can’t bare captivity. I can’t seem to redeem myself from what was taking from my grasp. The opportunity awaits me to be free . So I’ll walk with me while still perserving my soul

The battle I’m facing has come to an end. This passion for death has suddenly descend. No more weeping sorrows of another one’s untruthfully borrows. No more escaping thoughts as though they intruded my pain and made them linger on further.

Who am I to hold on to the past these dried up tears and this red puffy face. Every one looking down at my misfourtune. Well look again im slowly risen and gaining my purpose. No more saying to myself that this was meant to happen.I’m made to be strong and live by faith.looking in the eyes of the ones that denied me, betrayed me, and mislead me.

My past shall not lead me nor misguide me into the wrong path. Nothing is more unbearable then fighting myself. I’m not alone anymore. I shall love once again and be treated as a human in the end.

I have found my purpose to succeed I am more than what you believe but I am only human you may accept me or be left over in my past in the dying end. I’m only human and no one is perfect.
lio Jul 2016
JEROME
you mar
her skin the colour
of midnight and dawn
like a palette
your mother never brought you
because she was too busy opening her leg
like a gastro pub
the one you have to wait in line to
with the sign "WE'RE CLOSED"
only one deadman short
  

they tell you to love her
the right way
leave her gasping but breathing
standing but swimming
but what
when someone's right is another person's wrong
but how
when you still don't know
house is a building and home is the person
so ******* blame her for
thinking you don't love her when these red and blue
painting her skin is
your version of love bite
and the hallow on her cheek is because your hand
wants to be kissed too
just like your heart
but too bad your father scooped it up and sold it on a
secondhand store with no return policy

blame her
for building a bridge only to set them on fire
and hope for asphalt to surface
or footsteps by the sand with LED sign ' HEAVEN IS HER

but what
when you can't even differentiate whether love is
bliss or rupture
but how
when not even a shooting star can find their way back
so blame her
by loving the **** out of her
chase her until
she runs away
draw her name in abandond graveyards
because god knows how you hope
she can be their salvation
and when she is, maybe, just maybe she can
be yours too
but never ever blame her for
leaving you because
you know
you splatter so many colors on her
how she is no longer a centerpiece of
a masterpiece
how your romantic grandeur ends up a VIP spot
on the living room couch

how you beg until
your knees scraped to its skull
for her to tie a noose one last time
don't blame her for the words that
clogs your lungs so hard you thought
you'd die because of it
don't blame her
never blame her
"What happened?"
"It was my fault anyway."


JEROME
oh, JEROME
hasn't anyone told you
a monster can be someone else's angel too?
-l.p
OnjuliThePoet May 2014
I slowly watch as the dreams and plans i once made fade away in the land were i was born and raised we travel down the roades day and night moving towrds one thing insight a new life is what she wanted a time away frome the hell he started  but moving makes me see the things i needed the dreams and planes fade away as we travel away from the land ok its time i say im afraid i wish everything wouldnt change i wish my dreams and plans wouldent have faded away but now were here and everythings clear my life is new but i have  absoulutly no clue on what i should do should i run away or hide away no my life is moving and soon ill be new just as i am when i move im confused and i dont know what to do i feel alone and abandond at home but shes always there and i thank her for her care even though i feel alone im not im home my body may be still but my soul will always and forever will be moving
i wrote this at school during free time cuz i was up set
That night we sat in a circle
And talked about the afterlife
What it is
And what it isn't.
That was the night
My godless world
Collided with your heavenly paradise.
Our words were lethel
But we were numb to the noise
We were too busy filling
Ourselves with Gods Poisen
To hear the angles scream
And our eyes became too heavy
To notice the Devils wicked grin
As he clipped the Angels wings.
That was the night we were alike
And you abandond everything
But you will deny.
Every Sunday morning
You will pretend to see God
And you will deny.
But the devil told me
He often thinks of that night
And laughs
Because the Angels still have trouble
Trying to fly.
Hooria Iftikhar Feb 2021
Today i feel....
Abandond
Ugly
Hurt
Like i dont matter
Useless
Invisible
Like i dont belong
Numb
Not worthy of love
Unappreciated
Hopeless

Wait i feel like this everyday💔
#just wanna die

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