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Matthew Harlovic Mar 2016
You mixed together
empty promises, white lies,
false hopes, and half truths.

© Matthew Harlovic
Joyce Oct 2015
You were always too good to me. I was a hurricane, a nasty one too. I ripped your heart of its roots and flooded your soul with my absence; a tornado of emotions that destructed everything in my path and flash floods were always spilling down my cheeks. You kissed me everyday and told me you would never leave. Remember that one time you sat up with me on my bed all night and rubbed my back just because I was sad? I remember. Remember that one time you woke me up because you had made the perfect cup of tea and you thought I would like it? I remember. It's all the small, little memories that are my favorite. And even though we have both grown so different (i grew my hair out and you cut all of yours off) I still love you. I love you I love you I love you. I miss you, too. But I know you are busy and having a good time with your new friends so I'll leave you alone and take another drink of this whiskey that tastes like you.
Prep: 30 minutes, Bake: 30 minutes, Oven: 350°F, Cool: 2 hours, Makes: 12 servings

4 broken hearts
2 cups all-purpose anxiety
2 cups of sweetened depression
2 teaspoons of powdered anger
1 teaspoon of ground self-loathing (optional)
1/2 teaspoon of PTSD
3 cups of finely shredded isolation (lightly packed)
3/4 cup resentment oil
16 oz of your favorite frosting (suggested brand: self sabotage)
1/2 cup finely chopped self-harm
1 any shape life-pan

1. Allow broken hearts to stand at room temperature for 30 minutes. In a large mixing bowl stir together, anxiety, depression, anger, self-loathing, and PTSD.

2. In a medium mixing bowl combine broken hearts, resentment, and isolation. Add broken heart mixture to anxiety mixture; stir until combine. Pour batter into any shape life-pan.

3. Bake in oven at 350° for 30 - 35 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted near center comes out clean. Cool on wire rack for 10 minutes. Remove from pan. Cool thoroughly on rack. (This is important so the self-sabotage, does not melt off)

4. Frost tops and side with self-sabotage. If desired, sprinkle with self-harm. Store result in a cool location for up to 3 days.
My brother (Courtlyn "lionheart"Quay) recently wrote a code style poem in his HePo account. It was really well done and as the holidays approach, I thought what an appropriate time for recipes. It is also inspired by my favorite carrot cake recipe.
aniket nikhade Oct 2016
Success is sweet to taste, however consistent efforts need to be made
Efforts need to be made to make sure the sweetness of success remains in mind for over a long period of time, later on becoming part of the memory.

When efforts are made doubts are raised, since each and everyone has his own way of getting things done
Doubts result in question in order to find a better way with regards to what is going on in the mind at the present moment in time.

Definitely at one point in time it seemed that all efforts were made to gain success, but later on with time intentions change for the sake of short term gain.

Questions are asked in one or many different ways so as to clear the doubts that are raised
Questions need to be answered, since doubts need to be resolved.

In one way or other, it’s always better to walk in a straight line without depending on shortcut,
since when shortcuts are taken it might lead to a failure,
if not a complete diaster,
later on resulting into a blame game.
Definitely there is no shortcut to success.

Questions are asked when there is a doubt in the mind
Remarks are made when questions are not answered, the way in which they should have been answered in the first place.

Later on things change
As of now in the present,
arguments and counterarguments is part of the game
Conflicts and contradictions is also part of the game,
if not tradition with regards to the doubt that is raised and also with regards to the question that needs to be answered.

Business runs as usual,
since now it’s time to make a gain from the controversy that’s been made,
if not created,
which somewhere down the line was related to the question that was initially raised.

Now time will take it’s own course before everything finds it’s original place
However till then game of what if and what if not will gain a firm ground
It will be continued to be played between different groups having different players playing in their own way and for their ownsake.
The game continues.

Most of the the time when a controversy is created, efforts are always made to make sure nothing remains hidden,
however,
finally it’s truth that will bring an end to everything going on with regards to the doubt that was raised

Truth will reveal all the right and wrong with regards to everything that is going on in the mind and in this process it will settle down everything,
not only the controversy that was created,
but also the doubt that was raised.

Definitely truth is stranger than fiction, but also need of the hour since it will provide the answer to the question was raised with regards to the doubt going on in the mind.
The best ammunition against lies is the truth, there is no ammunition against gossip. It is like a fog and the clear wind blows it away and the sun burns it off. ~Ernest Hemingway
Brittany Jun 2010
I've got my "Once upon a time"
but there's no end to your story

My heart's on a mission--
It's searchin' for you
Cause' you were a dream--a dream come true.

But now you're gone
and my life's a diaster
without your embrace
I just keep falling faster

You were my once upon a time
And now I'm alone
But if you ever come around
I'll welcome you home...

My prince charming
A dream come true
A knight in shinging armour
It was you

But I guess right now
I'll put an end to this chapter
But I'm still here waiting
On this happily ever after....
This one was also written about 5 years ago about the same afore mentioned boy.....I still sometimes just wonder...
My darling,
We sold our hearts on the open market, our profit: series of lies,
false desires and shattered hopes.
We knew the risks,
knew the tribulation and yet we became love addicts.
Who would have thought, us two little girls would become this?
Dying shells of innocence.
Who would want us now?
What would become of us now?
Where did it all go wrong?
Where did we go wrong, my love.
Where did it go wrong?

Spiders lacing a sticky web of secrets have choaked our vibrance,
left with only remants of joy and diaster.
What are we suppose to do?
For so long we danced with the Devil.
He was the only one who had wanted us.

Now I say goodbye to you.
I beg of you not to morn the days of us.
I beg you to remember the days when like the wind we blew free with no permenant direction.
I must leave you, but I will not stay long in this world we have created.

We will forever have the memories when ignorance was bliss and innocence was just passing.
I love you and if I could I would be lying right beside you,
stroking the sun lit hair.
I leave you, my love.
I believe our last addiction will be our last...
Caroline Grace Jun 2012
Words can't even describe
Everything about tonight
I can't even begin to explain
How much pain
We've shared tonight

I would have never imagined
That behind her smiles and laughter
There's a world full of hate and diaster
I couldn't attempt to comprehend
How much she values me as friend

Desperately I want to believe
That somehow her life will be easy
I want to hold on to the hope
That one day everything will change
Though deep down I know
Life doesn't work that way

I've never opened up to anyone
Like I did tonight
And no guy has seen me cry
Like I did tonight
Even though your words helped
It was the language of eyes
That made me feel just for a second
Like everything was alright

Thank you for showing me
Even though the world's full of suffering
There's light somewhere in the shadows

Thank you for showing me
What is to fully believe
In the things unseen

But more than anything
Thank you for showing me
What love truly means
Timothy hill Apr 2017
He was the Devils son bringing rage war, and spores women Gouls and ******.

Set around telling ghostly tells as the fire bring"s you all warmth with a hint of hellish ambers.


The sky was casting new colors.

As, the Devils sun brought, the star of light so bright it would bring the strangist kinds of fright.


God, was vanished from space on a new creation Un know by the many.


Cars trucks smog filth bras pars Mars flares.


I'm the bringer of scars I eat steel and feed on will.


So as that's said take your most precious of pills.


For my might, and fright is sure to appeal to your depression and anxiety.


The whole family of light, where sent from the golden oak tree.


We bringith, are Powers to send you back to hell you man of diaster.


There's no Power, over mine you can ask my father.


Keep in mind, we are the women of light that disrupts your evil with hints of love.


Laughter, was echoed from his whole being is that your best joke.


Please leave, for my Power needs too warm up also a hint duck.


He extrude black orange, inky like substances and it fogged the entire area the women of light where blasted away.


As he began to laugh and say he he!

The women, pick there self from the great "Mountain" side an Push pure energy into his place.


Yummy was that meant for my tummy.


Because your Power's are a wink at sad fashion.


Not sorry, for here's mine the Mountain, then scatters across the vast land.
Timothy hill Mar 2017
Love is some thing all life supports.

With out it the world would fail.

The Earth would also become pale.

If we yell and scream, at the movies and watching diaster and actions go un punhised.

What's the point in which we construct these out comes.

Down and applued, we strive for less friction in a world meant to hate.

All out comes in life are choas theory.

It's said a point of refresh in a moment spells greatness in outer ways.

Anti Struggles in a frayed life, would be nice if like flawless with a twister of held mischief.

Fictitious, his ambitious where you couldn't have thought of your own inventions.

Ingenious, with his very own mission you call him god I call him devious.

Mysterious, her cousins is with the hammer of dawn he seeks.

Many miles where traveled his path still un finished.

Until the hands grasp the power they will never have problems in life any more.

No more falling of tears.

Many days smudge with ******* pain.

Oceans rase each year over laping the coasts and its piers.

What to do too stop what it will yield.

Egos gone completion needing a new depition.

Reason of a world held high captions.

Compassion of a few is a winners ball.

Fades of ego in a darkless room.

Colors are prized as found of new surround.
Life movies passion sight ego limitless
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

In a city,
not too distant,
stood a building that
had been abandoned.

The place where boys
would run and play,
a place that youngsters
called a hideaway.

But early one day,
something great happened there.
A mother cat made that
place her lair.

The children could not have
been more happy when,
the mother cat gave birth
to five little kittens.

And everyday the
same would repeat:
the kids would come running back
with a small bit of meat.

But then one day
a diaster struck.
And all the kids ran fast,
little feet kicking up dust.

The building was in a cloud
of thick black smoke,
as second by second the
flames arose.

The crowd watched in awe
as the fire grew wings,
and no one said a word until:
"The kittens!"

A young boy lunged
for the door,
but his parents stopped him,
not letting him go any further.

The children clung to their mothers
and began to weep,
all until they all heard a
quiet squeak.

Beneath the door was a little crack,
and out of it came
something fuzzy and black.

"The mother cat!"
The children exclaimed.
And in its mouth she held
one of the little kittens she saved.

Little tear-streaked faces
ran up to the cat,
gently taking the little
kitten that it had.

And into the flaming building
she went again,
to save the other four that
were calling for help.

Seconds later she emerged,
carrying one more,
similar to the other one
that she had before.

In she dove once more,
as the flames licked the building,
determined to save each and every one
of her precious little kittens.

After some time
she again appeared.
Then dropped the kitten
and again disappeared.

And no one saw her
for quite a while.
Thinking that perhaps,
she had perished in the fire.

But then,
through the thick black smoke,
the mother cat had
finally showed.

With all her children
now being safe,
she dropped to the ground
and took her last breath.

But the children weren't
going to let her die.
They picked her up
and brought her inside.

Two months later,
the kittens are unrecognizable.
They live at the fire station,
an example that nothing is impossible.

And inside the station
is the best part of all,
the mother cat wanders
with her head high and tall.

The perfect example
that love does save lives,
and that love, above all,
will always survive.


Enjoy

:-)
JaxSpade May 2020
I'm a disaster
Life has been hard to master
I've taken quite a few beatings
And still manage some laughter

Even though I'm a wreck
I've got an attitude like shrek
A face of an ogre
And a princess
That complains about it

Yeah
I'm a disaster
I'm the math of the after
When it was all too late
To create something better than
Actual

According to my calculations
There was a malfunction
In my creation
They forgot to implant
Obedience and cooperation
And installed complaining
Instead

They looked inside my head
And said
They need to rewire the whole mess
Because i should be agreeing
With everything

they say

I'm a disaster
I'm damaged
No good
A maniacal
Human imposter

I searched my thoughts then
It's not what i wanted
But maybe i am
The diaster they called me

             Well...


here I come
In diaster states are spreading fear of death and hunger
They do not have any serious planning and implementation
The most responsible has become third class rumour monger
They are mere vagarants without any destiny and destination

There are useless speeches and discussions on blame game
General public is in a state of fix what to follow and what not
Without any frame of truth ,reality they are in flame of shame
There stupidity is hidden under verstile innocence fixed knot

Democracy is governament of the people for the people to say
Even dictatotors do plan to organize well to take care of all
Still there is a time to have a firm and solid policy for day to pray
Love remains dominant as message to all as sweet love call

Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright May 2020 Love Remains
Aimée Aug 15
Have you ever been hurt so bad,
That the thought of it all,
Causes an emotional relapse?

And you live the nightmare over again,
Because the small thing in your life now,
Reminds you of diaster of then.

A 99% difference in everything,
But it's enough,
Just that one little thing.

So you tear up your growth,
You hide in the dirt,
From the possible futures good, bad, or both.

Because in your periphery you see,
What looks like the past catching up,
And you'd do anything to be free.

You'd cuts ties with the good and the new,
Ruining it all because,
Survival clouds your view.

And you would have ruined it all
Except you take back the reins
Far too strong to fall

You've made it too far
Become something different
And moved up the bar

A pheonix in creation
You'll always come back better
From relapse to rehabilitation

— The End —