DW Jan 2015
He watches the world through tear streaked eyes,
At the people just living their lives,
There was no one who cared or was even aware,
That their society was founded on lies,
It was the cruelty of man to man's fellow man,
That caused his young heart to break,
It filled him with sorrow to learn that tomorrow,
There was no difference or change he could make.

First there's the teen with no hopes or dreams,
Who holds the gun to his head,
If only we had heard that four letter word,
"Help" and he might not be dead,
But parents ignore a child's implore,
Move along there is nothing to see,
Then comes the day when he's taken away,
Pushed over the edge by the bully.

The starving young pup who lies all beaten up,
By the teenagers too cool for school,
They've come to learn that next it's their turn,
Drunk fathers are awfully cruel,
Or perhaps the poor homeless just hoping for kindness,
And ends up completely ignored,
We can grumble and shout from our comfy warm house,
That most likely, they're all just big frauds.

Then there comes war the thing all Governments adore,
They can line up their pockets with gold,
The war against terror? Or just the oil endeavour?
It doesn't matter soldiers do as they're told,
"An air strike for peace" is the press release,
As civilians are rained on by bombs,
Can they really believe that what's been achieved,
Is greater than the innocent lives that are gone?

He watches the world through tear streaked eyes,
At the people just living their lives,
There was no one who cared or was even aware,
That their society was founded on lies.
For all the earth in the world,
For the varied chunks,
shapes and shades
of brown, keep an eye out!

There, somewhere in the dirt,
Next to the writhing worm,
Gasping at pockets of sunlight,
Green life ruminates, and
pushes, pushes up,
through the soil,
intrepid, unlikely.  
It abandons it's old husk house,
what little safety it knew,
and, daring to dream,
thrusts itself into existence,
and feels the day's cooling kiss,

a multi cellular masterpiece,
when yesterday, there was only
dirt.
AS Jul 9
There is choice,

you have a voice.

Don't let the pain burn in,

be transparent as can be.

Truly love what is underneath,

do not let them steal which is truly real.

Remember to feel,

every emotion in range.

Do not disengage,

this how we become inflamed.

Only you can make this change!


© 2018
Abigail Sheard
Below is a link to how I moved to thriving, instead of trying to survive each day:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ThrivingNarcAbuse/comments/8ydqko/the_journey_to_thriving_an_honest_and_hopeful/
Ashish Gaur Jul 12
I want to feel you
but I've long lost the feelings I yearn
I want to kiss you
but then you'll feel the coldness in my soul

I want to be a part of you
but I am afraid of the part I've become
I want to be with you
but then you'll find the demons I've to overcome

I want to know you
but I am lost in the past that haunts me day and night
I want to hold you
but then you'll sense my heart bleeds beat by beat

I want to take care of you
but you don't know how broken I am inside
I want to fall in love with you
but I've buried those emotions for a long time

Because...

You won't understand
being trapped in yourself.
So many times,
I've tried to free myself.

You won't understand
that I never meant to hurt you.
Trying to protect you,
each day I fought myself.

You won't understand
when I say it's not you.
It's never been you,
it's always that part of me.

You won't understand
because words can never tell you.
You're the reason I want to change,
so one day; we'll be just you and me.
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
In light I saw a face
It took me out of place
It was within my taste
I need to get closer to her

In love with music too
It's all happening at the zoo
And every word she knew
I need to get closer to you

Tonight, we made our way
All the love just went away
I don't know what to say
I need to get further from you

I wish I could explain
Why you're in so much pain
I can't control my brain
I need to get further from you
I don't what else I can do
I need to get further from you
Homunculus Mar 2016
Enamored of the possible, and racing,
  Through a winding maze of endless choices,  
  Daunted by the obstacles we're facing, and 
  Dizzied by the clamor's many voices,

Shackled by a heavy chain of causes,
  Binding us to all we've ever known,
  The many paths before us give us pause, as
  We struggle to define which are our own,

Within a world that's not of our own making
    We anxiously await the day we'll find,
    A journey worthy of our undertaking, so
    That purpose in our lives may be defined, but
    
Perhaps our fate condemns us all to wander, and
       Our lives are merely mysteries to ponder
I think this is the first of a series of 5 Shakespearean sonnets based on Aristotle's rhetorical foundations. Telos means an "ultimate object or aim." This particular iteration also owes its driving force to Heidegger's notion of "thrownness" or the idea that we all inherit a ready made world from the history of our predecessors, and struggle against the way the facts which constitute that world condition what is possible for us to achieve within it. The other 4 will be Kairos, Logos, Ethos, and Pathos; and I will be working on and publishing them as they come to me. - Your Humble Servant
Your soft voice
Lifts my heavy heart
Your sweet face
Hinders my sour days
Three words I say
Are not just a phrase

-JCM-
LexiSully Jan 2016
She is a warm gentle sunflower, whose roots have dug deep, whose stem never wavers.

She looks up to the sun, admiring the bright glorious rays shining down upon her

She feels freedom blowing through her like the wind and feels life pour into her like the rain.

She marvels at the brilliance of the sunset and admires the warm glow it brings to the world.

But silently she cries in the night, for what would she have without the sunlight?

Then she simply looks up to the gleaming luminousness of the stars, and knows she's not alone.
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