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1441 These Fevered Days—to take them to the Forest Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl— And shade is all that devastates the stillness Seems it sometimes this would be all—
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These Fevered Days—to take them to the Forest
I have read too many poems From those of you who want to die. I read the words, I hear your voice, Yes, I hear your desperate cry, I am torn and heart-sick at your plight; Yet, I have to ask you why? For when you close your eyes forever, The hurt and pain won’t go away, It crawls inside all those you love, Where it kills them every day. Were you jilted by a lover? Are you an addict, beaten down? Or is it that you don’t fit in On the ‘right’ side of the town? Does no one understand you? Or “It doesn’t matter anyway”, Because when you try to tell us, We listen not to what you say? No, I cannot feel the pain you bear But I understand it’s real Is there anything that I can do, To try and help you heal? Do you want someone to hold your hand? Do you want a shoulder for your tears? Do you want someone to scream at you? Or hold you tight and calm your fears? Do you need a teacher?  Or a coach? Or a banker for your debt? Do you want a job that’s interesting, Or any job that you can get? Do you want to make somebody proud? Or find someone to share your life? Or do you only want a yes-man To hand you the pills, give you the knife? You may say, “Shut up old man! – Don’t want to listen to your **** You’ve always had it easy, You always won, you never had to quit. You don’t have a ******* clue.” And you’re right I probably don’t But if you keep it all inside, No one will, and I sure won’t. Please seek some help, I beg of you You each have talents, and a heart There’s a remedy or cure somewhere For the pain that’s tearing you apart I’m not a doctor, or a shrink But I’ve seen suicide up close, It hurts and devastates the ones Who loved the victim most. Phil Lindsey  6/8/15                      **1-800-273-8255 **
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
Death by Self
I have read too many poems From those of you who want to die. I read the words, I hear your voice, Yes, I hear your desperate cry, I am torn and heart-sick at your plight; Yet, I have to ask you why? For when you close your eyes forever, The hurt and pain won’t go away, It crawls inside all those you love, Where it kills them every day. Were you jilted by a lover? Are you an addict, beaten down? Or is it that you don’t fit in On the ‘right’ side of the town? Does no one understand you? Or “It doesn’t matter anyway”, Because when you try to tell us, We listen not to what you say? No, I cannot feel the pain you bear But I understand it’s real Is there anything that I can do, To try and help you heal? Do you want someone to hold your hand? Do you want a shoulder for your tears? Do you want someone to scream at you? Or hold you tight and calm your fears? Do you need a teacher?  Or a coach? Or a banker for your debt? Do you want a job that’s interesting, Or any job that you can get? Do you want to make somebody proud? Or find someone to share your life? Or do you only want a yes-man To hand you the pills, give you the knife? You may say, “Shut up old man! – Don’t want to listen to your **** You’ve always had it easy, You always won, you never had to quit. You don’t have a ******* clue.” And you’re right I probably don’t But if you keep it all inside, No one will, and I sure won’t. Please seek some help, I beg of you You each have talents, and a heart There’s a remedy or cure somewhere For the pain that’s tearing you apart I’m not a doctor, or a shrink But I’ve seen suicide up close, It hurts and devastates the ones Who loved the victim most. Phil Lindsey  6/8/15                      **1-800-273-8255 **
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the sun burns red in the west The lovers meet in secret Following their hearts in the cropping darkness It is big and brave For the passionate lover He would hand it to her love tonight Hoping that she would cherish it Even when he will be away She gives him hers Tells him "be strong and intact Return safe my love I will be waiting for you" The heart, That little body part habouring all issues Makes all decisions The heart, it strengthens the soldier in the battle front Singing to him songs of courage Reminding him of his sweet love at home Love from the heart is true and passionate Its different from lust and is bound to last The battle is love Even though the war is different He kills for love she is the only thing in mind She gets broken a few times taunted by sociopaths Telling her 'they will never come back" She has waited for times and times But the heart stands all the tests Most of the times The heart that lordship of mind and body Guides everyody Decisions of the heart You can trust He thinks with the mind for tact but nomatter what He follows his heart; even though he is bruised and hurt The mind fills him with doubt but the heart tells him to fight Reminds him of heroes and sweet ********** Turns him to a matador the eyes give him sight but the heart fills him with insight Hugging him tight it neutralises his fright He marches right Into enemy territory She is barely making through They think she should remarry News of fallen soldiers devastates her heart Man's strength is from within the heart Courage is not from spears Not arrows and swords... That small body part! Emperors and conquerors Lovers and soldiers listen Fathers and Mothers They listen to the heart He creates devastation Wrecking the enemy camp As his battalion joins in His heart moulding him Into a hero That small body part Endures all in patience As she waits Saying its never late ...a time of jubilation Victory cries are heard Those back are few But they removed the enemy By conviction of their hearts He is a legend The man after everyone's hearts She is joyous As she runs into his embrace The heart That small body part Endured it all A soldier's heart...
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
A Soldier's Heart
the sun burns red in the west The lovers meet in secret Following their hearts in the cropping darkness It is big and brave For the passionate lover He would hand it to her love tonight Hoping that she would cherish it Even when he will be away She gives him hers Tells him "be strong and intact Return safe my love I will be waiting for you" The heart, That little body part habouring all issues Makes all decisions The heart, it strengthens the soldier in the battle front Singing to him songs of courage Reminding him of his sweet love at home Love from the heart is true and passionate Its different from lust and is bound to last The battle is love Even though the war is different He kills for love she is the only thing in mind She gets broken a few times taunted by sociopaths Telling her 'they will never come back" She has waited for times and times But the heart stands all the tests Most of the times The heart that lordship of mind and body Guides everyody Decisions of the heart You can trust He thinks with the mind for tact but nomatter what He follows his heart; even though he is bruised and hurt The mind fills him with doubt but the heart tells him to fight Reminds him of heroes and sweet ********** Turns him to a matador the eyes give him sight but the heart fills him with insight Hugging him tight it neutralises his fright He marches right Into enemy territory She is barely making through They think she should remarry News of fallen soldiers devastates her heart Man's strength is from within the heart Courage is not from spears Not arrows and swords... That small body part! Emperors and conquerors Lovers and soldiers listen Fathers and Mothers They listen to the heart He creates devastation Wrecking the enemy camp As his battalion joins in His heart moulding him Into a hero That small body part Endures all in patience As she waits Saying its never late ...a time of jubilation Victory cries are heard Those back are few But they removed the enemy By conviction of their hearts He is a legend The man after everyone's hearts She is joyous As she runs into his embrace The heart That small body part Endured it all A soldier's heart...
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You praised me and thanked me for just being me Then your pattern of behavior devastates me Your shallow ways turned around and betrayed Our beautiful vows that we had made You can't bring yourself to face your own demons A condition you suffer that affects your demeanor You build up a wall to keep us apart Away from the pain in your own heart You cheat you betray and you go astray A predictable pattern of behavior you display You've done it before you'll do it again A pattern of behavior that will never end
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
Pattern of Behavior
A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness, here's the rain now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees, it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees! In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide! So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand. lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed! A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed! the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way! and all we care about right then is staying on the ground and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound. The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
Reaper In The Whirlwind
A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness, here's the rain now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees, it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees! In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide! So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand. lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed! A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed! the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way! and all we care about right then is staying on the ground and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound. The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms
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It creeps in like a specter... Blocking the light...eclipsing reality... It pulls me under... leaving me flailing just under the surface of my life... It suffocates me... breathless...heaving...gasping for breath... It devastates me... robbing me of hope...happiness... It dances around me...like fog engulfing who I am... barely leaving my life visible through the haze... It makes me a distant stranger... even to myself...longing for an introduction... It makes me desperate... to laugh...to dream...to feel... It numbs my humanity... monotone responses to amazing events... It leaves me screaming at the top of my lungs... my words echoing into the cavernous abyss of sadness... It leaves me...sometimes...and then returns... It creeps in like a specter...
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Depression...It Creeps in Like a Specter:
All sailors get drowned by the number as the sea monster devastates their journey. ''Don't ya worry, lads! It will start to rain once we get home,'' was the last sentence the captain said to his mates before the clash. Echoes of cannons and guns, cries are carried in the wind onto distant shores. Anchors are floating in the waves, on the surface of the sea, drifting downstream. Memories of this event are sealed deep within the sea monster's conscience. Stories about these murders thrill the skin of the sailors that follow. Their wits get consumed with terror. All who dare to sail there analyze their lives. Reaching this ****** domain may be the last sight the sailor will see. And the only concern of the sea monster is-- will there be more fools to pass from here? This legendary beast returns to the bottom of the sea. Flutes alarm the isle cities as panic arrives as an uninvited guest. Whirlpools swallow the remaining objects of the ship that remained intact after the impact with this mythical creature.
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Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
Out in the Sea
Time is valuable Its worth is incalculable Time is unstoppable Pausing it is impossible Time is change Nothing will ever be the same Time is limited Because death is imminent Time is uncontrollable The amount we receive is not negotiable Time is mysterious Because it is very ambiguous Time is irrational Attempting to measure it is unnatural Time devastates It will slowly decimate Time is addicting Without it, we would not be living Time is torture It slowly prepares us for the coroner So be happy It will cure the pains that hurt badly So be unique Your life does not have to be routine Take the path that is right for you Take the path with the best view
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Understanding Time
The last wave of sadness comes without warning, strong and unforgiving. It rips through walls built, drowning out what's been sheltered. The fragile heart is no match for the surge. It is the eye of the storm; It stirs up the deepest and darkest of waters, brings in the heaviest of clouds. It moves fast, muted but resolute in its presence; Bearing down, its arrival is crushing. It devastates but passes quickly; The pieces of what's left behind will settle with the calm. Remember the architecture of your raw heart, the feeling of wholeness. Remember, reconcile, reconstruct.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Storms
I sit back and gobble down my dinner Ramen mixed with Ranch I sit back and kick my feet up in this old recliner it creaks and shifts as my skinny *** sinks into its old cushion I smell a cigarette burning I taste its poison I finish my meal and flip on the news murders and weather mixed with pity to our dieing soldiers In the midst of this choas I find happiness that my day only consist of a ****** meal and a old chair Im not that mother holding back her tears Im not that soldier holding back his fears and I'm far from the bad weather that devastates suburbs and already beat down buildings I'm not that volunteer picking threw dead bodies and rain soaked pictures of peoples lifes once lived. Im simply a guy with a couple holes in his beaten converse sneakers I'm simply a guy who watches the evening news as I think about the things I could do But then my laziness sets in and I just sit back and listen.
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Evening news
***** to the percussion of sound. The harshness devastates all the people around, That’s what our embodiment occurrences bring. Violence seduces, Into the predilection of wounding, the populace **** your ******* faith. Be a ******* human! I am! We all learn, Some faster than others, To belong to, Like minds. I tiptoe through the agoraphobic xenophobe, That is the amoeba of darkness, That soul eats you called government and falsity. All things you see are redundancies.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
Aggro Violence Unfamiliarity
When the rain falls the sidewalk makes room. The plants sigh and stretch back, extending their arms, hands, and feet. Every pore of every possible thing breathes and remembers a time without a drop to drink. The people curse and grab newspapers and plastic bags. Some weather men and women smugly reveal tiny umbrellas. As if they were tucked in their shirt sleeve. Like a magic trick for the stupid crowd before them. but how did you do that? how did you know? Rain nourishes and devastates in one downpour. The crazies and the weirdos dance in circles and someone yells out, "Thanks gypsy!" to his girlfriend who has a knack for making things be. All she did was close her eyes and thank the earth, sun, stars, and moon. And smile so fiercely the Universe thought, Well I guess we can give her this one gift. She is so awfully strange. Thank you. earth. sun. stars. moon. You know all and you give life to what once was.
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
raingypsy
love stories that are not love stories stories we hold on to for lack of a better grip essential breakthrough feelings for inner growth and outer subsistence; a need within a need within a need resembling a desire a profundity an intensity a strength i who am now awake(having passed away and been reborn) i see love for what it is: a wonderful magical inbuilt switch of humanness, a covering over-illuminating light blinding the sight of my sight fifty percent ecstasy fifty percent grief regret nature s absolute recipe for impermanence for perpetuity of life beating breathing seeing touching tasting its way forward love that i feel that i presume i feel that anchors that is certain that is infinite love which creates hope which creates yes which creates soul which creates Spirit which creates everything which dissipates which disappears which devastates love, tell me, who is your master?
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
love stories that are not love stories
She takes a breath; A big one-- The kind that lifts her chest Reaches her stomach. She holds herself, Steady little birdy, 5, 6, 7, 8... Then unleashes All of her raw wild grace; As they sit in awe Of the most beautiful animal She brings before them. She embodies the maelstroms, The typhoons, the hurricanes, That have destroyed so many, As she devastates her audience In subliminal bliss. She is purely a creature of light; A force of nature, so absolute, So fragile; She could break herself, Have the world shatter In but a flex... The melody Of her expression will run out soon. As the last few bars thunder down, She recedes; Her energy smashed And scattered With those who saw her When she was in her space, Where they could not touch her Or her spirit. They were helpless in the face Of her fire-- So hot, so bright, It blazed in the brilliance Of a thousand suns, Before the last flame of the candle Lost it's light... Not with a bang, but a whimper A coldness takes hold, She realizes she has to come back To their world. She will miss Her own little dimension Where she is Queen; Her space where she can fly, Where she can move mountains, And reign over thunderstorms... The curtains start to draw As she prepares to leave the stage, Taking hold of the memories made Only to be forgotten and remembered; Thinking of her time in the sun, She takes a last breath And bows out. Her grace, now a dim memory Forgotten, only to be remembered In these eternal phrases, When you read them.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Not with a bang, but a whimper
She takes a breath; A big one-- The kind that lifts her chest Reaches her stomach. She holds herself, Steady little birdy, 5, 6, 7, 8... Then unleashes All of her raw wild grace; As they sit in awe Of the most beautiful animal She brings before them. She embodies the maelstroms, The typhoons, the hurricanes, That have destroyed so many, As she devastates her audience In subliminal bliss. She is purely a creature of light; A force of nature, so absolute, So fragile; She could break herself, Have the world shatter In but a flex... The melody Of her expression will run out soon. As the last few bars thunder down, She recedes; Her energy smashed And scattered With those who saw her When she was in her space, Where they could not touch her Or her spirit. They were helpless in the face Of her fire-- So hot, so bright, It blazed in the brilliance Of a thousand suns, Before the last flame of the candle Lost it's light... Not with a bang, but a whimper A coldness takes hold, She realizes she has to come back To their world. She will miss Her own little dimension Where she is Queen; Her space where she can fly, Where she can move mountains, And reign over thunderstorms... The curtains start to draw As she prepares to leave the stage, Taking hold of the memories made Only to be forgotten and remembered; Thinking of her time in the sun, She takes a last breath And bows out. Her grace, now a dim memory Forgotten, only to be remembered In these eternal phrases, When you read them.
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A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness, here's the rain now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees, it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees! In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide! So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand. lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed! A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed! the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way! and all we care about right then is staying on the ground and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound. The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
reaper in the whirlwind
A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness, here's the rain now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees, it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees! In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide! So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand. lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed! A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed! the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way! and all we care about right then is staying on the ground and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound. The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms
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don't look at me with the sad eye, you knew **** well I wore the badge of the bad guy. I understand that I ,have made more than a couple mistakes. basically nothin more then a man who devastates n breaks anyone he gets to close to. believe me I never chose to, live like this but life is hit or miss guess not everybody's dealing with **** like this. I bet about now you regret that kiss. Grew up in a home where chaos is all I've ever known. came to the conclusion were better off alone but its too late I've already grown into a man made monster.who wants her to do nothing more then save the day take it all away ,make it ok but that's not the way ***** gonna play out. I should just get a tattoo on my head that says stay out. don't try n find whats on my mind like I'm some kind of puzzle that needs to b solved. I've evolved into what I need to be not so Easily, understood why i never did the things that i knew i should God forbid anyone finds out about the things I did. Stayin off the grid cuz I know I got it comin. Gotta keep hummin the tunes, that still holds a bit happiness, of a boy. yet to destroy. desperately holding on to that joy the sound carries on. For that moment the troubles r non..existent.. resistant to believe anyone knows what I need so that wrong number I'm gonna keep callin cuz it's the only way to keep the rats from gnawin
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
The (me)ss U got into
I want what devastates me Sugar so syrupy sweet it sickens Red liquid slows and thickens Black lips painted poisonous purple With thin lines of strychnine My fair long haired Mary Marvelous Magdalene And terrible Typhoid Saint and Succubus of lusting frenzy Draining the core of me Morticia the Mortuary Queen With fatal fingers that feel My moist internal organs Throttling my throbbing heart Dear black orchid Princess of the pentacles Funerary eyes of fire Waking Walking Death Yes she is so bad for me Still, I want her so deeply
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Desiring Devastation
The world has become so grey, forever shining stars fade away, behind the clouds, evil, grey, they no longer illuminate your eyes. And to who's surprise? A storm is forming over the bay, gale force winds have the sailors running astray. And the orchestra plays, tugging at the strings of my heart, using my pain to make an art. And the thunder rumbles loud, and the lightening lights up the clouds, and the rain is falling sideways, and the winds blows evil away. And the skies are pitch black, and the thunder and lightening crack, and the storm, it devastates, but it cleans my heart of the pain. I walk along the wreckage, seeking a new message, seeking a new blessing, am I messing with fate? Am I testing fate? Am I early or late? What did I create? The storm washes it all away. And the thunder rumbles loud, and the lightening lights up the clouds, and the rain is falling sideways, and the winds blows evil away. And the skies are pitch black, and the thunder and lightening crack, and the storm, it devastates, but it cleans my heart of the pain. And when the sun shines down, through the cracks in the clouds, the orchestra will play, and the sailors will sail. The bay will be calm, the storm will be gone, and I will start again, I will start again.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
Soul Storm
I'm happy with what you have to give me Except on these days where the hormones in my head Riot like they forgot about tomorrow Then my organs sink And not only my brain can think of you My skin spells your name in goosebumps And the curls in my head signify the S that starts your name The word that's always on my tongue That made up word That made up name That belongs to you and will always mean This love that devastates me always This fever that makes me sweat out all the questions When my immune system can't [/catch up and make up/]give the answers as fast as it all unravels and so a lie for comfort may slip out From between my lips from my wallowing throat from my nauseous stomach where the Crohn's says I have cancer When the dehydration strangles me, I will be less human than you ever were Each grain, a connection, the sand leaves me an emptier sandbag Just one in the wall of flood prevention Protecting a city of quivering seamonkeys
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Grey sweats and food stamps
Too long, Too long I point my vision In awe towards the inexistent flaw Embedded within the lustrous cracks of your smile Splitting through the melancholy-infused, My timeless sunless sky I tremble, More than just a sugar rush, A heaven-sent electric current; Starts the heart-shaped engine, Rips through its tendons, Accelerates, opposing the infirm currents , Of the impaired circuit, Sensitizes it to a form of "life". The thunder then pounds within the hollow, Slowly devastates the shallow. Bruises branch down my neck, The bolts sink down to my deck, Engraving everlasting fractal marks , Of fractions of whiles, When I was stone-blind , Consumed by the euphoric rush, Of your broken white lights, Shocked into submission, Getting used, Falling for abuse. Lightning was your name, The thunder was your doomed game. Maybe one end only surges in mortal power, But the other has fallen, devoured. Blind, but now I see coherently, Rewired differently. My fingertips still trace down the marks, Till they have memorized their very whereabouts, But now I embark, On the journey of focus on my ever-present, And your ever-absence. Tainted with specks of your broken light, My sky then gives birth to ravishing stars, That decorate the gloomiest of inky skies. Sometimes the stars fall, To witness me wishing him away, Closely hear me say, The last of my goodbyes; So long for now, So long for then.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
The Electric Rush
I am screaming for more I used to feel lonely and sad and was looking for a light I couldn’t reach the bright was down on my knees I overlooked you in my life, light I am screaming for more want to reach heights and live again, without fights I am screaming for more don’t be sad, don’t’ feel alone everything is in front of you my friend, said once… I am screaming for more nobody knows what waiting me I am alone and it devastates me I am only screaming for more to be again alive and full of dreams to survive in this world I am only screaming for more
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Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 10:06 AM UTC
I am screaming for more
love is not a cake with only so many pieces it is a force ever replenishing bursting forth from your innermost it is what you can give to others and yet your self is only its temporary vessel however much it may be based    on individual biochemical reactions love is the cosmic power that holds together our universe it can    lift you sky high    flatten you against a wall    take your breath away    leave you wordless    throw you       into a dreadful abyss    misle your senses    make you talk gibberish now    beautiful words then it devastates you    one moment and give you unspeakable happiness    right after it makes you care    for your progeny    as well as for your elders it makes you do strange things    in daylight    and in the dark it makes you walk for miles     to see the one it makes you    help a blind woman across a busy street    throw money into a beggar’s cap   donate to charity it makes you burn with desire    to share your utmost self    with an other    illuminating the few days of your life    with the hope of eternal brilliance it can do all that because it is    not a cake    but an ever-replenishing force yours as long as you live and the cosmos’ as long as it exists
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
love is not a cake
I watched the news today, I watch it every day and every day It seems the same painful terror without shame As Mother nature makes her call She devastates both one and all She'll slice her way across the land As father demon lends a hand And seas rise up towards the shore Where land becomes the ocean floor I watched the news today... War torn places on their knees, The innocent no longer free A starving child, he walks alone across a stony path he'd roam Searching for the freedom, a gift that he once knew His mother dead, his father hurt his brother disappeared This child alone keeps going, there’s nowhere he can go He searches everywhere for someone he may know But no one comes to ease his pain, His search for freedom, all in vain I watched the news today... The starving child who walked alone He walks alone no more He’s found amid the war zone crouched, cold and all alone He stares into his fathers eyes where pain and anguish clearly lyes Hand in hand they walk together father, brother, and memories of mother, Along a stony path they roam, towards the tiny shack called home
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I watched the news today
It seems i cant escape sleep would overtake wake and still it devastates Depression ; crushes me with marvelous aggression Feast for the beast find me deep in its digestion... Never did i see the sun shine on me as i sat beneath a tree Shady ; victory thrown like Tom brady Pride chopped off like umbilical on babys... Lazy summer days sorrow acrobatic It set his mind a blaze   tryed to find comfort in a sister softer soul Left his heart contorted for every bridge a toll I guess ; usually he'd cross and watch it burn   Trying very hard to not forget the lessons learned..
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Ill Mentality