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jeffrey robin Dec 2014
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tired a runnin

Time to turn around

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Say
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I DO remember

When you were real

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( a long time ago ! )

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It's okay

We're still here

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War weary but still here

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Us and the negroes

And the refugees



The poor misbegotten ones

The hapless lovers

The undignified cop on the street

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SHALL WE HONOR ONE ANOTHER AGAIN ?

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we walk thru painful years  unblossoming

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We die completely

Over and over



We shall step aside the treadmill

We shall become MAN

we shall regain our dignity

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In the Wild Country with no Name

We shall find each other

We shall speak the True Language

& call one another

By our True Names
poemsbyothers Sep 2020
It is copyright © Leonard Cohen 2006 and Jacket magazine 2007.
Takanawa Prince Hotel Bar

Slipping down into the Pure Land
into the Awakened State of Drunk
into the furnance blue Heart of the
one one one true Allah the Beloved
Companion of Dangerous Moods–
Slipping down into the 27 Hells
of my own religion my own sweet
dark religion of drunk religion
my bended knee of Poetry my robes
my bowl my scourge of Poetry
my final circumcision after
the circumcision of the flesh
and the circumcision of the heart
and the circumcision of the yearning
to Return to be Redeemed
to be Washed to be Forgiven Again
the Final Circumcision the Final
and Great Circumcision–
Broken down awhile
and cowarding
in the blasting rays
of Hideous Enlightenment
but now finally surrendered to the Great
Resignation of Poetry
and not the kind of Wise Experience
or the false kisses of Competitive
Insight, but my own sweet dark
religion of Poetry my ***** prize
my sandals and my shameful prayer
my invisible Mexican candle
my useless oils to clean the house
and remove my rival’s spell
on my girlfriend’s memory–
O Poetry my Final Circumcision:
All the pain was in fearing
and ignoring the girl’s voice
and the girl’s touch and the girl’s
fragrant humbling girlishness
which was lost three wars ago–
And O my love I love you again
I am your dog your cat
your Cleopatran snake
I am bleeding painlessly
from the Final Formless Circumcision
as I push up your dress a little way
and kiss your miraculously
lactating knee
And may all of you who watch
and G-d forbid!
are in a suffering predicament
as I go sliding down to Love–
may you speedily be embraced by
the girlishness of your own
dark girlish religion
I Have had a hard life, but so hasent everybody else,
I try to forget the pain, but im afraid of the result going against the grain,i still have to be true to myself, relationships have come and gone, making it hard for life in my lane to just go along with a flow i haven't been able to stay on for so long, honestly i care, but its hard to not be scared, when the reality and truth has been, hidden, forbidden, now were are the people that said they cared?  are they there? maybe im delusional in this world , but everybody makes references and insults and get suprised when ***** pops off in the mist of the air, tell me what it feels like being that kid sitting over there, trust me, ive been there ive done that **** was never fair, but realize those kids end up killed or in jail, dont feel left out, dont set your self to fail, cause they act like punks and claim they get the best *******, but they turn they back on a homie when **** switches, and the watch an chain he wearin aint real, he stole it from that homeless innocent woman with not a dime to spill, so think about it, and let this **** set in, cause i know these words that im spewing ill never be forgettin, people these days have no ******* morals, back in the day there was a way to get along without needing money in ya pocket, im trying to capture every good moment i have, maybd put it in neckless and lock it, hold it tight in my heart, but burn so these hater can never grin at the truth,. they cant **** with my furnance, wich is the root ofmy heart, and ill never let anybody change me or rip my family apart,
this is from my heart how i trully feel, and im not saying people have been though the stuggle, the struggle is real, but theres always a choice and everybody has a destiny to fulfill
Violet Winters Jan 2015
I wonder,
were we...
Roman lovers?
with laurel wreathes
and toga covers?
Or maybe
we were
cowboy robbers?
Maybe we were
outlawed 'shiners.
I just know that
I know you
from somewhere.
This isn't
the first go-round
for you
and me.
We were something
before
in some kind of
capacity  
Maybe we we're royalty.
Maybe you were
betrothed to me;
maybe we fought,
and maybe you ruled,
and maybe my father
gave me over
to you.
I'll bet you were older, still.
I bet
I still argued with you.
I bet
I still kissed you
like I had
always loved you.
Maybe you
were married
Maybe I
was, too.
Maybe
we were strangers,
or secrets from others,
Maybe I married you.
Maybe we had sons.
Each
just as handsome
and strong as
the next one.
Maybe I worked
for you,
with you,
or against you.
Maybe I cracked your shell,
Maybe you made me fall,
maybe we were
the other's glue.
and I bet
we still looked
Just like we do now.
I bet your eyes
were that syrupy
blue suede goo
And I bet
I still wanted you.
Needed you.
Baited you.
Waited and stayed with you.
I bet I still strung
your world
on a string.
And I bet in
whatever
lifetime it was,
we had the very best of
everything.
I bet we were a team.
I bet we still
undid
the other at the seams.
I bet you
woulda died for me,
Robin Hood.
I bet you were a knight
with cool armor
and a sword.
Or maybe
I took care of you,
Maybe we met
in a tent,  
you in camo
stained with blood,
a white skirt
to my knees.
Maybe
I saved you.
Maybe you
saved me.
Maybe you're
my Daddy Warbucks,
I always did find him
****.
Maybe
we were patriots
and met
in a tavern.
maybe on the
Titanic
and you spoke
German  
Maybe
we were neighbors.
Maybe you
were my professor,
Dr. Indiana Jones.
Just as ****
in a classroom
as you'd be  
scoping out a tomb.
There's something you emit
that draws me back
to a moment
that's blurry and distant
but I know that
I miss it.
If a thousand years ago
you ran
your fingers
through my hair.
or two hundred and twenty
since the last time
our flame flared,
we're burning hot as
and been in business
just the same as
Hell's furnance.
Unpredictable
as Vesuvius
I think by now
my old soul
can smell yours
a mile
away.
I think your eyes
spill your secrets
like broken
flood gates.
I think I've seen
every micro
expression cross your face
at one point in
all of my
foggy visions,
and I breathe in
the vapors
of what we
can't remember
and I'm soggy
in your arms.
Who knows
how many of my lifetimes
you've already charmed.
And still I want you.
And need you.
And bait you.
Wait and stay
with you.
Behind closed doors
we could fill a room
with the ghosts from our histories.
I can remember that
the moment
you kiss me.
This alchemy
has existed
for centuries.
Days drag on
When that fireball
Melts and Molds your pain.
Light can't be chosen,
It's forced upon one
Free of their will.
Instead of just suffering,
People suffer in heat.
They toil and strain,
Feeling the pains
Of eternity's beat.
Hopes are few
When one hero
Outshines them all.

Nights don't drag,
They pass too soon.
It's only when that
Corrupted furnance
Is laid to rest
That we can heal our wounds.
The night brings with it
Many heroes of different
Lights and groupings.
Soft darkness
Caressing thy internal bliss,
Moons and stars
Reminding me that
All but nothing is amiss.
But the best part of all
Are the tiny heroes that fall,
For their descent lets us
Wish upon them
A better tomorrow.
I am a lump of coal,
             -You are the spark,
That ignites my heart into a burning furnance.
Worship
Kaiden Apr 22
This isn't a poem but a story i really needed to get out there. If it gets taken down, i don't mind, it's not a poem after all. It would be nice if you read it tho.

TW: suicide, self harm, abuse, ****** assault (this is my first time putting a trigger warning on something here)

My mom met her current boyfriend when i was 10. During the 4 years i lived there i was abused physically, emotionally, medically (idk if it counts, basically i didn't get the medical care i needed) and financially, i'm a minor so i kinda depended on his and my mother's money. He committed ****** assault against my mother multiple times, leading to her having a child with him and being pregnant again. Me, my brother (11 years old) and my mother were all told we have stockholm syndrome. I was later diagnosed with autism and some other stuff. In 2021 my school called the cps, they didn't do anything. A few months ago i was told that what we had to do there was slavery. I ran away from home in May of 2024 and stayed with my grandma ever since. In January, 2025, he kidnapped me and i stayed there for the next 2 months. He did a lot of worse things as well but that's not the point.

On valentines day, 2025, i woke up to my brother telling me to open the windows in his room, because there was smoke in his room from making the fire (they heat the house with wood and coal) so i did. A day earlier i was cleaning the house and my stepfather told me to lean the wet mop against the furnance (i have no idea what it's called). It obviously melted down. My stepfather yelled at me and my mother and told me to buy a new one with money i didn't have. I went with my mom and my brother to check up on the horses, around 30 minutes away and we went to a shop to buy a new mop. My mom paid for it and told my stepfather i bought it. When we arrived at home, he yelled "where is this *****" (me) and threw the old mop at me. He then told me to go chop wood. It was 1pm. I went to chop wood and at 7pm i was let out of the basement. My mother took my backpack and things from my shelf and closet, threw them on the floor and said it was a mess (i did have a bit of a mess in my backpack though). She then told me to give her my phone. I would normally obey, recognizing my mistake but the last time my phone got taken away (August 31st, 2022) i never got it back and later discovered it was smashed with a hammer. I gave her the phone eventually, she said it won't be broken. A minute later i heard my stepfather yell at her to let him smash the phone. He threw a barely working laptop (which he stole from me) and my phone on the table and told me to download my school stuff on there. When i began to open the laptop he grabbed me by the back of my hoodie and threw me on the ground, i was scared and begged him to stop (he was choking me like this), my mom just watched and didn't do anything about it. He yelled at me to clean up the mess so i did. He yelled more. Now, i was a 14 years old autistic trans boy, had an 11 years old brother in the house, a 2 years old brother, and a pregnant mother with cancer, along with a very violent man who began smashing everything he saw. I knew i would get in trouble but i grabbed my phone and ran out of the house, at first they tried to stop me but later they didn't. I ran out of the house around 8pm, with my crocs on, in snow, in a thin hoodie and ***** sweatpants. I ran to the shop which was like 1500 meters away, it took me around 3-4 minutes and i noticed i wasn't tired at all, nor cold. I hid in the bushes in a parking lot and called the police, explaining the situation. They told me to go back to the house so they know the call isn't a prank. I tried to get there by a different route, but my stepfather found me, he forcefully threw me into his car and later into the house. He smashed my phone with a hammer and told me to hand wash some ***** clothes he found. The police arrived a while after. I ran there again, they tried to stop me, the door was locked. I went to my room which was on the first floor and jumped out of the window. The police entered the house and my stepfather started saying how mentally ill i am, that i made it all up and things like that. The police took pictures of my room (it was like 2 x 2 meters, with nothing but a mattress inside). They believed my stepfather as always, but one of the adults there told them that she needs to check for any signs of physical abuse (it was a lady and i'm so grateful she was there). She asked me to roll up my sleeves and saw my self harm. They told my stepfather they have to take me to a psychiatrist right now and maybe keep me there for longer, he said it's good and was needed because of how delusional i was. Then he left upstairs and they asked me a few questions (like if i tried to **** myself and stuff like that and how i tried to do it). I said i did and told them how, since anythign was better than staying at that house. The lady went to the room upstairs with me and made sure i can change in peace (my clothes were ***** and torn). Then we went downstairs, my stepfather kept making those comments about me, the lady made sure i stayed right next to her because i was having one of those silent anxiety attacks or whatever they're called. I got taken to a mental hospital that day, stayed there for a while and i'm currently living at my grandma's house, i'm also in therapy. The second day i was in the mental hospital my mother brought me things like spare clothes, a notebook which i still have and a few books. She told me she wanted to die because of me and hugged me. I want to take my siblings in when i grow up but i have no idea if i'll be able to financially. I want to at least take the 11 years old in. Technically all of them are my step-siblings but i don't mind. Anyway, this is how i spent my valentines day this year, thank you so much for reading this.

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