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Arfah Afaqi Zia Sep 2015
O God,
The most beneficent and merciful,
Heal my scars,
Erase all my pain,
And clean my heart,
I may have sinned,
But I now feel it,
As it gets me abyss,
I feel my soul being ruptured from the inside,
I feel the wrongs i've done,
Its so excruciating,
My body seems to paralyze,
The moment I fall on my knees,
Asking for forgiveness.
I have sinned and gone astray,
From the charismatic path that leads to you,
The devil that now feeds on my soul,
It needs to go away,
As I am no more allowing it to prey on my soul.
This evil wipes all the sanity,
Leaving behind only tragedy,
Forgive me O lord,
For I have failed you,
Not once, not twice,
Many times !
I now see a light of hope,
That falls on me,
Awakening the right inside me,
O God make me one of your disciples,
Forgive everybit of what i've done,
So that I live in peace and eternity,
In the life that i've yet to see !
Louie Clamor Sep 2015
9pm I shall finish everything
10pm I'm tired, I want to sleep
11pm Can't sleep, too much in mind
12am Feelings of loneliness, no one beside
1am Past memories. Thoughts which **** everybit of me
2am I cry until I fall asleep
Carl Hoek Jan 2014
Yell at the indignity of abscence and cringe in the shadows
All is lost upon the alters of discovery
We still cant feel a thing
The breaths are taken too far
We are too relaxed
Hair is too long
Eyes have too much light

The seldom perfect night is leaning towards reaccurance
And pulled over the eyes of the ones who can really see

We hallucinate and devote it to realism
We observe real truth and put it on the brain backburner
To be torn up and chewed into creative gold

28.6 years in the hole for innocence
Freedom for unending criminality
This is just throw up and dying fish

Dead air with angel wings
Blue hair and red eyes
Make everybit your suffering
Sleep when you're dead
Dream about *real life
Samantha Marie Sep 2017
You can't tell me these things , you just can't
The simple meaningless words you tell me
They mean everything to me
I will pick them apart and hold on to everybit
knowing they are nothing
Knowing it's not what it seems
But for someone like me your words mean the world to me
It's hard for me to distinguish the lies in your so called truth
I tell myself it is all a hoax
but I'm still falling for it
10/14/16
I used to be the most cautious when it came to loves dangerous game
but you made me reckless
Terri Sep 2018
If love is a religion ,
And you're the God
I'd probably be an atheist

I wont worship you no more
Just a false god that is no true at all
Decieved by your nature
And I, was your fool
Used like a tool, me, the fool
Falling for everybit of words
That comes out of your mouth,
I wont believe them no more,
Fell on deep dispair
That I thought you'd be at care
Thus you're just a god
That I thought to be true.
Check my profile for 'Amen' if you guys are interested on d first one
VibeActivist Sep 2020
and if you love me
tell me with you arms open
little by little i shall also start loving you
with my heart open and my love driven

and if you love me
stop at that moment, and let it fade
for i shall also do the same
for love is for the loved and bereaved
not for me nor you

and if you never love me
i shall also never love you too
with my heart full and my regrets much
and my days in thoughts wishing you did

and if you love me at this moment and unsure of forever
i shall also love you then and not till whenever
for love is time and time is precious
and we'll save everybit of it we have

and if you love me without words
I shall also love you without actions
and leave the universe to sync our hearts
till we understand each other by just thoughts

and if you love me like i love you
i will be elated beyond reasoning
for i shall love you like how you love the beauty in darkness
for your love is mine and my love was, is and always be yours
just really moved by my words sometimes
anu Jun 2018
Sometimes people are very cheap
Cheaper than slippers
Even slippers are not cheap
As they are true to their owners

Those creatuees will earn
If they not
God will earn my curse
Who still made me to think of those creatures  !

Hate everybit of my life
I just want to die.
Will try !!
Ken Pepiton Feb 2022
2022 2:04

the VA Webex conference
future, bogus billable hours, a job,
and something to use old sad men for,

measuring, me re assuring, my more
aggressive conserver of self-will,
trained to lead, since learning to read, DID
that not occur, in each boy's life

dread of the cobalt bomb,
constancy of light speed and pituitary assisted
thought speed,
pinging pong responding, thinking we may
think
along similar lines, so, I
decided,

to find a reason to bring to any reasonings,
I recross, as many of my first reasons
are in a framed loom, with four corners,

that bronze on the map coordinates,
marks nothing, four lines dividing states,
grants given the takers and tamers of the land,

whose sons have gone on to inherit this wind.
Imagine that.
Millions of letters aligned in code to readers
of ascii nada mas this exists in a series of events

solid backups, foolproof, we say CFO proof,
in the pre-Y2K IT game, geek veteran deaf,
high-demand HR,

so much so, mucho mucho, skip the queue
step right up
look achew

gotta tale or a story, is that your's that
you're eating?

Oh, my camera is still on I'm talking to me,
in my perifery
a mete-able bit of time delay,

the in, the way, das sein, dime a time

slip on through, think we may
as well
as any, I'd agree, and off we'd go

wild blue yonder, but that,
was no longer than this two weeks,

less, far less, threaded through now,
the real me in this chair,

in the back ground, one of the service's
perks, choose from these the background,
set and setting, photo director's call

Art's call, talent is a tool, shut up,
Intuit, tweak. Test… fo' won't you shut up see

that's me. On TV, in my easy chair,
on a Federally mandated budgeted service,
to me, that allows me eight easy
pseudo-greenscreens sets, one,
defaulted to my subconscious profile,
I'll assume,
that's me. On TV, in my easy chair,
rocking in floor lit wonder in front of
Gobekli Tepi,

and nobody says a word.
Convergence foreseen in the nineties,
has occurred,
much of this sub-mit-sci-o-usly con meat
mind excuses for war,

well, long ago, it became this game,
few lived so long as to need to know
the patience going gives a slow belly
and a liar.

Dancing at the door of the iliad within,
feel free to think, that me.

The camera is on, in text, seeing me
seeing me glance down, my fingers,
pointing from the mirror, not in the mirror

my face me face, same effect, not mirrored
neurons, my neurons, feeding back

way too late to care, no coda queue for me
that is no monkey in that mirror, that is me.

Tvme offers me his right as I offer mine,
omagod that's me. On TV, in my easy chair,

this never gets old, this phase on one of these
fridays, I can do one of these groups.
with some pretty sad sacks, when seen on TV,
I fit right in, with
Gobekli Tepi, floorlit, pre-roof

Real as can be imagined, this world
common old men, commonly share
live talking head time, everybit as
trustworthy as Kronkite spelled with a c.

The c at the center of we in time where u
find sounds form some things that seem ok
if a crow caw does mean something, only that
I heard you, ok, did you hear me I don't know.

That may be life's most enjoyable time
for any idle thought poured into a word,
there, breathe, you have it, I read, read
I said, I can.

I can tell you, partly, how I came to know
I can read:

We lived behind the courthouse
with the machine gun from world war one
and absolutely olympish champs from
army navy and marines, over there
over there,
across my street, is the lawn I play on,
over there,
over there, is the jail for drunk injuns
over there is where I learned the audience

reaction to a Hualapai child, being
evangelized, he was in a mob of snot nose,
rez kids, in the nineties, eh, think about it,

this kid in the crowd looks at me,
and my stunningly ebullient zealous wife,
he says,
my grandpa has never been in jail,
and I think
my grandkids won't be proud of that.

And I'm kinda proud to think of that,
as a test, love your neighbor as clause…

that part you work out, some days amaze,
some days,
right back in the maze,
picking up fragments of prayers we made
effective,

sort of, means, sorting idle words for worth,
is what sorting any thing is for, what it's worth,
or what its worth, that difference,

a breath equivalent,' force of mind to think,
after one another then and now, the
whole life on earth is better 2020 wide,

on the layer where nothing we learn is new,
we passed that so long ago in terms of
jellotime and bulletspeed and thought
godspeed in biblical time

using the stacking of the stories for effect,
the honor to the scribes taken from the brite
sons of the weavers and spinners of yarns,
tenders of tavern, need not apply,

ah, but when the Hans were in, we could test,
life was to be examined, prepare to enter

the gate, and wait for results,
life is that test, still
smallest yes voice says.
VibeActivist Sep 2020
We all have something we hide
But he hid his more than others
the torment that keeps him up at night
the words that crosses his mind in the dark
but sometimes it escapes
as he laughs, as he plays,
the sadness and loathsome feelings
that hangs over his head and heart
he lives with fear that he can seen
seen as the monster he believes
seen as the darkness that saddens his life
but he smiles, holding everybit of sanity he has,
as though he was destined to live like that
destined to loose to pain inside him
VibeActivist Aug 2020
Then you will cry,
you will feel my darkness
as i lay my cold hands on your filthy body
and you'll wonder if i planned for your demise
but the look in my eyes will answer it all
you will feel pain but won't be able to talk
or shout it to anybody as your soul fades
you won't be able to author or mutter words
as your lung collapse, as you save everybit of air,
you will pray for a miracle to happen at that moment
but God will turn a deaf ear and the demons will laugh
and as you fade into the abyss of torment
my face will be the only beautiful sight and
my face will be the only thing you see
and you will cry, you will struggle with all your energy left
but nothing will change, nobody will be your messiah
and as your story comes to an end
you will remember me for who i really am
your beginning and your end
the one who made you insignificant.
Castiel Dec 2020
It is a facade
When I tell you
' ******* and I dont need you'
Its mask
When I screamed for space
Its still foggy
Why I let go of your fingers
Its misty
Why i forcefully tried to ignore you
Its all naught
Its nothing
Its me
Cz there is you everywhere in everybit of my thoughts, body ,mind
There is you in my mornings and nights
I wake up to you
I see u in all the mirrors
I catch your scent in every rain
Every sunny days remind me of you

Dont listen to my words
Don't care for my knives ,my bullets
Cz maa you're ...

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