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Donall Dempsey Nov 2015
GOS'POZHO! NE GO'VORYA' BALGARSKI
(Madame! I Don’t Speak Bulgarian!)

( for Onelia )

I stand outside
your world

all voiced & unvoiced
consonants

(& yes I know voiced consonants can become voiceless
but only in certain positions.)

‘mislya...’pisha
(to think...to write)

It’s all Cyrillic
to me.

Only able to enjoy the shape of it!

б
There is an O
with a scarf billowing
over its right shoulder

that really is a b.

(Reminds me of Isadora Duncan driving to her death
her scarf getting caught in the wheel.)

A capital Ɓ that is a v
(Oh yeah? Yeah!)

A large З that looks like a pair of *******
looking down from above from the side.

(And Lord save us
it’s...a z!)

An X that’s a h!
(I see...I see!)


Ф

An apple being cut in two
by a knife
once again
looking down from above

...that’s an f.

(Yes? Yes!)

Something that could be
a starburst
Ж
(zh...zh...zh)
Such a treasure!

Or a strong man
clasping two ladies by the waist
swooning to him in a tango
one on either side.

An Я
looking the wrong way

(Ya? Ya!)

И

Two capital I’s
hanging out together

with the I (i...i...i)  on the right
with its hand on the left one’s ***

(naughty vowel...naughty vowel)


Й

And an other two I’s
up to the same shenanigans
but with half a halo over their heads
as if they only wanted to be half good!

Maybe one day
I’ll learn

A little Bulgarian
(dogo’dina... dogo’dina)
((next year...next year))

But right now
it’s all

pictures
to me

that dash across
my imagination.


Stra’hotna ‘roklya!

Iz’ghezhdash prek rasno!

(Fabulous dress!)

(You look great!)
paul smith Oct 2014
in the microwave the popcorn gos pop its jumps it lumps it don't wanna stop its life is full of high high jumps and excitement it fluffs up its main entertainment it gets a little brown and  keeps going up and down its really going to town the microwave gos off and starts to freak out and it starts screaming get it out get it out its finally done all fluffy and flaky the life of popcorn its really quite  tasty.
roy d bryant May 2010
What is are friends?  Friends are people who will listen to your problems.
Friends are people who will stand beside you through thick and thin. Friends are people that you can cry on their shoulder.  Friends are people
to hang out with and have fun with.  Friends are the best things that can happen to you.  Friends are the people that will always be there for you.



    This gos to the ones that has gone on to RIP like my mother-in-law (Bonnie)   WE MISS YOU  WE LOVE YOU
mandy klein Nov 2016
INTRO

What happens beyond the realms of  reasoning, where do the lines of  reality blur, How close are the boundaries between light and dark, between dusk and dawn.
  What takes us beyond the thresh hold, the point of  sunlight and shadows, Are  we lying in wait as our limitations are questioned? How many souls have been taken unwillingly to the depths .
         Fall into a place, this chaos which so quickly crept into me, slipping away bringing me back to thoughts of sanity.
  But tainted thoughts stain what innocence is left, making me vulnarble and weak.
  Corruption is tempting you to just give into its wicked ways, influenced by bad habits unable to be dealt with, your surccumed to the sins.
  Such problems now swallow you entirely. There is no cure to this disease, I'm fighting and pondering a hopeless battle, I see no victory for me in the end.
  I will never win, I fear and know this now.

CHAPTER ONE

After the silence entered me,got inside rmy head  ,the lack of sound drowned out all the outside noise . Oh so quiet my world became,except for a suttle  humming,buzzing which echoed in my ears, I could only make it cease with the voices in my mind,my thoughts which I could now hear, and I heard them loud and clear. I heard fear, panic,uncertainty, so many questions I had no answers for.  I told myself its just this happens,maybe its just age,it won't last, this silence won't last,right. Yet another voice told me that something has gone terribly wrong here,and that this is only the begging of my end.  Along came the silence with it then came isolation, one by one everyone I loved let me and has not yet came back. Not even strangers met my path, instead I came across loneliness who now won't leave my side, all alone left to deal with me by myself.

CHAPTER TWO


It didn't take much time until the whispers began at first they only came with dusk,the end of day,when the sun sets taking the light from the world. The sky dims ,lower and lower until all is covered with a blanket of darkness. Shadows creep in slowly cascading across my walls, they remind me that something wicked this way comes,the essence of dread is in the air. An unsettling aura keeps me from sleep, as night falls my eyes grow heavy and my mind is so tattered. Yet slumber eludes me for the fear is much stronger. I lye  awake yet another night. Up until yesterday only an unwelcoming silence suffocated me made my emptiness almost unbearable. Then,well then it was broken, in the 2am hour, a whisper entered my dreamless conscience mind,from no distinct place and yet from every direction both at once

CHAPTER THREE

With such length of time now with deaf ears, I instantly noticed the change of frequencies, though it spoke in a low,low pitch normally it would go unheard or simply mistaken as a gust of wind. But lying there uneasy amounst the darkness of solitude,lacking of sleep and being not of sound mind by this point, I had begun to speak my thoughts aloud, answering my own questions, listening to my own voice somehow gave me comfort when nothing else could. Whispers,quiet whispers echo into the night, for my ears only. I can't clearly understand what they tell me, but the tones of each word gave
off a unsettling undertones that sent chills through me, if only I could understand, but  my  translation of these whispers are inaudible, pinned down by a fear that I'm sinking in slowly,like quicksand,its slowing pulling me under. A catatonic scream paralyzes every part of me, and I can't stop this, this downward spiral into madness. A descent into insanity, I feel myself growing weaker as my mind struggles against  chaos and the discontent , my dreams are dying before my eyes that will not close so I might rest, no no lately the days have brought me only misery,and a question of my faith, it will not give me a moment of ease cause every night has been just the same

CHAPTER FOUR

Why is this happening to me, why won't this just stop, and let me be, this hope fades the longer I live this way, won't somebody come save me, I'm wasting away and I have no control , my will is broken now. How did I not see this coming, something wicked this way comes, it comes for my soul, every peice of me turns black, and it hurts until I'm numb, A sudden suffer rips over me just before dawn, I  understood the  whisperes after all ,go adead just give in, suffocation is near, taken into a sea of self despair, this life you live and breath isn't yours any longer, step by step you will stumble, until you fall, until your empty and hollow.  Where can I go, where will I run, when there's nowhere to hide, nowhere at all. I thought i saw a glimpse of the mourning sun before I fainted from the weight of realizing that I am far from the better days ,tomorrow will lead me further, is this real, or I'm I only dreaming, is this reality or have I imagined all of this, I just don't know these days, time laughs in my face, and I sit silent and still. Watching myself fall,and fall and fall

CHAPTER FIVE

  Down in the dark, an endless night, keeps away the sunshine, cause lately I've been stuck in the shade, wishing for brighter days that are so faintly seen in the distance, I fear none of my wishes will be granted, now many of will be destroyed. I can not change this spiral into extinction, helplessly I watch myself stumbling, crumbling, and slowly coming apart.
  As I live and breath, I see my life wasting away.
Choking on what is yet to come, everyday brings me another dose of misery and a lothing ache that spreads thru me , suffocation is draining me from the inside out, What is pain, I can't scream loud enough to express what has taken ahold of me these days
  All this crept in on me like a cloud, why me I keep asking myself, won't this just go away, won't this just let me be, did I deserve this, well did i , nobody should ever know these wicked ways and all the inflict upon your soul.

CHAPTER 6

Y So with my mind a mess so much so that my consintration strains each thought, I can barely function anymore, and sleep depervation blurs my vision,ive been seeing traces and objects that aren't really there. Plus add the pain, loneliness, and total breakdown of my will, the stress is more then I can handle, I bear a heavy burden, and the weight is crushing me, but what can I do, nothing, I can't run far enough,or hide where I can't be found, please save my soul I whisper aloud, to late the damage is done, this is how I will die, surcombed to a bittersweet end, one day at a time. Now adrift into the void that swallows me up ,and a darkness dissolved another
day

CHAPTER 7

Within a few days I have managed to lose everything, All I am, all I gave and all I  made of this life, Step by step I watched it taken from my grasp, I saw what I worked so hard for be stolen, so easily from me. Peice by price my very exsistance was shattering , All this has torn my world whole apart,  it is being taken out from right underneath my feet.
   Ya I've been experiencing some real trials and tribulations ,they say life isn't easy  but they don't go into depths of how ****** up it can be, or how far down you can fall without any warnings or signs that you didn't realize until it was to late and the damage has been done.  Oh no I've heard some really messed up stories about some of the **** some people have lived thru. But in my personal opinion my life started 2 days ago and it this life of mine since then has been slowly deterating,

CHAPTER 8

ya I'm a sad sort who isn't alive in a sense but instead a slipping mindless  lost soul, that has nothing to look forward to because tomorrow isn't going to be any better and it never will.
    When the sun rises up from the darkness  bringing you Into another morning your wishing harder and harder wouldn't come. That just one night would be your last and you wouldn't take another breath of the morning air. Why oh why can't you just fade out with the darkness,  why oh why can't these misfourtonate events of lately end, I just want everything to just end. And if you Were in my shoes I know for certain you would feel the same way as I do now.


CHAPTER 9

Y … Well I can not express these emotions that have, but they are intensely surging inside me. And I only wish I could share my pain, if only there was someone besides myself to share what I'm going through. It would make it a little easier, well probably not but at least someone else would understand,to feel what I do right now.
So it may seem like I'm droning on and on, Im probably not telling my story so anyone can make sense of it.
  So sorry if I haven't made sense or if I've told this scattered all about.  My thoughts aren't as sharp or clear as they were before this nightmare started, a few short no make that long,long days ago.

Chapter 10

YThis verse keeps repeating in the back of my mind, kinda like a
  song you  hear somewhere but your not sure where, and can't get outta your head ,you find yourself humming it subconsciously ,and this is whats stuck in mine.
  Here I am, Here in this place, Here in this state,Here I am a nowhere Wonderer.
  This is me, This is all of me, This is what I've become, This is who you see now, LA LA LA LA
  I hum this melancholy tune as sappy as it may be,all day long from morning to evening, 24 hours,no 48 hrs. , no 64 hrs. now. I guess I've lost count but it seems that there's been a broken record placed someplace inside my head.

chapter 11

YSo this brings me back to the present hour.  And once again, yet one more day which hasnt let up on any of torment continuing to be inflicted upon my mind, body and soul. I struggled through the sunlight until the moonlight shone down upon me.
  Naturally I find myself lying silent and still, insomnia plagues my weairy self , drained of any motivation. I really couldn't move or accomplish a single thing, I felt frozen inside myself, trapped in a almost vegetable state.
      Dropped in the velvet shroud of darkness, night has placed a veil over the land, and it has me in its embrass but instead of a calming drowsiness as  all others are effected, I instead have an allergic reaction.  For sleep will not come to my tired restless soul, not when fear enters the mind and stirs up the worst of thoughts, how can I relax with such horrible not stations.
      

Chapter 12

T  Here I am starring into the air as the clock marks 3 in the am hour.  I almost thought I might or that I could catch a few zzzzz's, a quick cat nap to recooperate,to regenerate my mind,oh yes my mind in such a desperate need of rest. As well as my body, my sore,aching bones, im throbing all the way to my very core. So when I felt at ease for how ever brief a moment it may last I willed sleep to come, sandman bring me to the land of nod, please oh please.
  But of course as I shouldn't of expected much less, I blinked and my moment was gone, once more I wouldn't dream,wouldn't sleep, wouldn't find slumber or any escape from my new found reality,
In a land far far away, fantasy and make beleive are put on pause cause my presence has been marked absent

Chapter 13

   They started in a low low  tone, the whispers.
Whisper,whisper,whisper, ascending louder with each tick tock of the clocks hands, clockwise,round and round the clocks face marking time, reminding me my life grows shorter with each tick and each tock.
  Ya t-i-m-e isn't on my side, oh no its not, but it makes me feel lm gonna die, and I'll keep running back, yes I'll keep running back.  Ya I can't stop even if I tried. N-o-o-o time isn't on my side, and that's a brutal fact.
Hhiisss, hiss, blahblahblah,yaddayaddayadda, mumbles of the incoherent voices, the voices I guess if that's what you want to call them, these whispers calling out to me, relentlessly tearing me down , thru all the twilight hours
of the night.
   With the morning dawn,  the whispers grow quite once more, disapating with the dark skies.
  Im conflicted by the sight of the sun rising, not sure if I welcome the light of day or curse another day I find myself in it.
  For one daybreak ends the whispers which I'm sssooo thankful for, but yet its another day I have to deal with the misery and pain that seems to intensify with every day that comes and gos and comes back for another round.
  
  

chapter 14


  I got a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror today and I almost didn't recognize the stranger staring back at me me face had changed, my cheeks where sunken in, I didn't notice how much weight I had lost, but I guess I hadn't eaten a thing for days I just had no appetite the thought of food made me nausious, so I went without.
  And my eyes they looked so vacant my pupils where so dialated like eyes gone black, to match the deep darkened circles under them.
Just a glance and you could tell ive been neglecting my health, I looked pretty banged up, a real mess. I didn't dare look to long cause my appearance made me sick to my stomach, in only  3 days going on 4 I seemed to have aged 10 years, and the deeping lines on my face showed it.
Oh what a sorry sight I am, and I'm glad no one will see me this way, even if someone did I had a feeling they wouldn't even care. I let out a depressing sigh I am damaged goods now, this black cloud that hangs over me has made sure to push and shove everything I had, all that I loved. Took my life right out of my hands and crushed it, so that piece by price my life wasn't my own anymore, I had nothing to link me to the life I once knew. Why me, I don't think I'll ever know. But what a tangled web they've wooven for me, and on that note I let out another mournful sigh.
  

Chapter 15

YSo I push and shove well corruption bends my will, no matter what I do I can not make it still. Instead Im inflicted with a disease that there is known cure for, my diagnosis is a fatal one with a slim chance to nil that I'm gonna go into remission and win,having a full recovery, , I can feel it in my bones and I just know I will lose this battle,no matter how tough or how hard I fight against this,this bad bad thing, this destroyer of souls, this devourer of free will, this monster in my nightmares that has crawled out from my dreams to haunt me well I'm awake. I think I'm going crazy, but Im watching myself go insane and I have no control, how maddning this situation has reached, reaching out without reasoning.


Chapter 16

  So here I am still as another day finds the dawn and once more I watch the sun rise, but I can't see the beauty in this anymore.
Now I believe this makes day four without sleep, without rest, without happiness, without any emotion or feeling, except the constant dread and emptiness that has drained me dry.
  I can tell this wickedness has grown a little stronger, its borrowing its way into my soul.
  Alls I can do is helplessly sit back and and wait, to just let this happen to me, and realizing this only makes me weaker. Im becoming such a fragile being, I'm almost afraid to move from this spot, cause my brittle body will most likely shatter to peices.


Chapter 17

Tick tock, tick tock the clock laughs in my face, it screams at me telling me that time has no meaning in my life from this moment on, and as the hands round the clocks face hour after hour, tick tock tick tock, your running out of time , your life is coming to an end sooner then later.
  Amoungst the buzzing silence of the daytime, I hear the clock somewhere in the background, its becoming a nuisance, annoying me just enough to where I can't possibly try to ignore it.
  I sit here silent and still, motionless , paralyzed from fea
Jordan stenberg Feb 2013
what is that aura in the air  as i see her gaze i don't know what is in her mind.

As one crumbles one succeeds into the realms of reality i  won't do anything i just want to be somewhat knowing  what gos on in her mind.

I do not intend on walking alone but the auras around me i realize the attempts i made in the past are mistakes.
the mistake of not taking risks but a risk has a chance of failure why take a risk

Why does one jump off ladders why does one ****?

Well you never know what aura one being carry's.
I will not fail no more i be here for a shot at being with one sweet kind gentle being
I just want to know your mysterious aura first so i do not make a mistake that may finish me off.
Jamison Bell Jun 2019
I ended up throwing the hotdog out and left it to the bag of chips to satiate my hunger. It was the first time I’d actually come across a park with those stone chess boards.
I didn’t have a set with me. Honestly I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to play anyway. I’d hoped I’d at least be lucky enough to watch other people play.
I got to my third **** and was getting ready to give up when I saw them. This little boy, probably five, walking with an old man. He was holding his hand in a guiding manner towards the tables. A very old looking case tucked under his arm and a solem look in his face. I couldn’t see the face of the old man. He had a scarf covering most of it.
They shuffled through the crisp autumn dead to the second table down from where I was sitting. The boy looked at me for a moment before opening his chess case. Just a blank stare but at the same time, melancholic.
He set the pieces up before the old man and sat down. He’d given the old man the white side so he’d go first. Figured I was getting a chance to enjoy a wholesome moment so I moved a little closer. “That’s close enough.” The old man grumbled without even looking to see how far I’d gotten. So I stopped. “You can stay. Just be quiet.” The little boy said. He too not looking at me. Just rocking his legs back and forth.
The old man moved the kings pawn two spaces. Fischer did this a lot. The little boy countered with his queens pawn. The old man snatched the boys pawn and slammed his down. The first blow had been struck. This should be if nothing else interesting I thought to myself.
The two of them set about their tactics. Setting up their offensive and defensive strategies. And the little boy was able to slay a bishop in the process.
It’d been about twenty minutes since they started their game. I got up to throw my trash out and I get an alert on my phone from my news source. Guam got hit by a tsunami. Expected death toll in the thousands.
Thinking nothing of it I return to my seat. People die everyday all over the world. No since in fretting over a place I’ll never go to and people I don’t know.
I sat back down in time to see the little boy capture one of the old mans pawns. The sky was getting darker but my phone hadn’t said anything about rain. These two didn’t seem worried and I was more interested in their game.
A few minutes later my phone chimes again. A massive earthquake has hit Venezuela. Nine point something or other. Didn’t read the article. After all, why wouldn’t the rules that applied to Guam apply to Venezuela? I noticed people scurrying to leave the park under threat of a thunderstorm but since these two were unfazed. So was I.
They continued with their game never saying a word to one another or even acknowledging me. Trading board advantages at what seemed to be a fairly normal pace. Each taking a few minutes or more to make their move.
The old man set his queens rook up for sacrifice. He was going to try to use his knight to fork the kids kings bishop and his queen. The kid took the bait and the rook fell. I get a text from my friend the tug boat captain. He’d been dragging barges down the river for the past two months while they dredged out the harbor. It’s just a pic of a shitload of dead fish with “***” written under it. I asked him if this was on the river he was on. He said yes. That the fish had all just died. By the thousands they were just floating to the surface. I figured it was probably a chemical spill somewhere on the river and told him my thoughts. He made a lame sushi joke and I put my phone away to focus on the game.
I wanted to bring up to these two what had occurred since their game started. The tsunami in Guam, the earthquake in Venezuela, the dead fish. But if they wanted to talk to me, they would have already. So I just lit up another **** and leaned back to watch the game.
The skies had gotten murky and seemed to stir. The birds had grown restless and confused. Landing and flying off in weird patterns. It looked like some were performing touch and gos. Others would either take off like normal and a few just crashed into the earth with fatal results.
The old man moved in once again to snag the little boys queen but ended up losing another pawn.
My phone chimed again with another alert. Much of Yellowstone was being destroyed by a wild fire that was probably started by lightening.
Suddenly the little boy was able to force a decision on the old man. He’d split the line between the old mans queen and his king. The little boy said with no enthusiasm and with subtlety “check”.
The old man could take the bishop but would lose his queen to the boys knight. It was then I saw the old man start to tear up. He wasn’t outwardly emotional about it and the boy made no efforts to console the old man.
The old man took the boys bishop and sacrificed his queen. Then he reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a kerchief to wipe his tears away. Then he hands it over to me without looking up and just says “run”.
I was confused at first but then the little boy turned and said “he’s right, you should run to something you love”.
I got up and watched for a few minutes longer. I realized they’d put the game on hold and weren’t going to move again until I left. So I went to use the bathroom there in the park. I didn’t need to pass by them again to leave the park but I wanted to see if one of them had made a move while I was on the *******.
As I strolled back by on my way out of the park I glanced at the board one more time. From what I could tell the little boy was about four moves from checkmating the old man.
My phone chimed, it was my news source again. The internet was flooded with images of the moon from the other side of the world. It’d turned a blood red. The pictures were almost too hard to believe.
Just before getting here. Every radio station went dead. It’s just static from one end of the dial to the other.
So here I am. And you can believe me or not. All I can tell you is every time that little boy won a piece, something bad happened. Maybe it’s the final battle between good and evil over there in the park. I don’t know. But here I am. At the end of the world.
And maybe I am crazy. But they did tell me to run to something I love.
So here I am.
Viper Feb 2011
like the snow flakes that fall from heaven above

each flake is unique just like each time we fall in love

it starts out as something small that gos undetected

while it grows more visible but not enough to be protected

floating on the wind it begins to take its beautiful form

when it reaches you it may go unoticed, or may comsume you like a storm

you can handle it, though making it last will be the true test of your will

with something so delicate and fragil maintianing it takes great care and skill

so when you finally have love so much like a snow flake in the palm of your hand

take the time to inspect and see it for all it's beauty and I think you'll understand

slowly as it melts and fades away from your view

these things were not meant to last  and theres not much we can do

nothing so wonderful will last forever even if we hold on tight

so enjoy the moment no matter if it last weeks, days or just one night
copyright/Viper 2011
Emo kitty Jan 2014
You breath in
And wonder why
But the question dosent stop there
It gos on to how
When and were
You look back and realize
What a mess your really in
You take a deep breath
And thro your self on the floor
Trying to look for a way out
But there isent one
Because you were thron into this
So now the q is why r u so restricted
If it wasen your fault to begin with
And you keep on going tryen to be normal
For the sake of evry one around
But thin one day
You just give up
And don't know what to do anymore
Yea im frustrated my minded jaded
Faded
From this atmosphere here me clear
They dont care about us
Even wont shed a tear
The lords presence is here
Along with Satan killing around the world
Are blatant
All hail here we go again innocent see the jail cell 0 well
We try to unite as a people
But its too many sheeps
Followin' a ecumenical cathedral
Lies spread through the congregation
Segregation puts us in elimination
Of the system listen
Lets break the spell before its toolate
Im tryna hit yo pate til ya retaliate
For Gods sake
We loosin' rich mans war
N the only people who suffer are the poor
Closed caskets of soldiers tisket a tasket
Lifes drastic
I once see me in a plastic
Wish i could free yo pain
All ya have to do isopen yo brain!!!!!



Now that collected war metals
I still keep my hands of the metal pistol
Quick to bust
Cant put any trust
In anyone son so ill be reigning
Til the break of dawn
Son of a lost assassins
Prophecy was led to be a phony
N the new century
Its a true conspiracy
But peeps despiseme say im crazy
Its dismissive
Buts once the trigger gos
It another dead person in the studio
Or news show
6 o clock early news or late news
People dying every second every hour
Im seeing growing power
The worlds going sour
As a stale chip check the government clip
Ammunition from.the commission
Police state yea the demons are in celebration its a evil coliation
But i move pass the madness
Through meditation no medication
For my mind cant corrupt my soul
Every day im growing old bold
Whites hair appearing on my beard
Wisdom is near prudent eyes
Look in the skies open my mind
To sunshine and rain
Feedin' knowledge to my brain
Soul food nigguh!!!
Endia Chardea Oct 2014
7 years
Feels like 7 days
Everything you want to remember
Fades
Everything you want to lose
Stays
Not all memories come back
And niether do days
there were good days and bad days
Time won and time waste
Time slow and time haste
There was love won
And love lost
Sacrifies with and without a cost
Things gained and things lost
But in the most
The world never stops
It stands up
Sits down
Turns around
And then hops
All the clothes that you wore on a special day
Never mattered anyway
The books mattered a lot
Hope gos a long way
Faith even longer
The power that my mother had
Made me even stronger
So don't be mad or have sorrow
If I'm not here tomorrow
Because love made me stronger
if you use this please give me credit
hope you enjoy
Vampyre Kato May 2016
I Set My Questions On The Shelf
Cos Answers That I Expect
Come From Nobody But My Self
I Am So Here I Hear All Bianary Beats In My Ear
I Sense All Sensations , Foreign To Hate & Fear
I Am Ascending , Element Bending
Its Super Splending
Like Leafs In The Wind
Ashes & Embers
I Feel So Much Love In December
New Year New Energy
Every Moment I Must Be A Better Me
Take Temptation To The Grave Yard
Low Vibrations Rain Hard
I Admit It Gets Lonely
Feelings Invoked When I'm Alone
& People Don't Pick Up A Phone
I Scream In Dreams Of Hell
You Don't Know
I Don't Get Distracted
I Wake Up Packed In A Snow Bowl
I Glow Gold
& Cry Hope
& I'm Sure Because Of Course
I'll Endure
I'm Super Strong & A Bit Sore
There's No More Noose
My Tattoos Are All A Pretty Bruise
Im Looking Forward To My Next Space Ship
Ima Take A Cruise
By My Self & Stars & Moon
Chocolate & Feel Good Tunes
On My Birthday Its Me & Truth
In An Empty Room
Promises Broken
A Couple Gallons
Heart Fully Open
Silence The Tune
What Do I Want
It All To Be Lost , Or All Of You
Maybe I Don't See What I Feel I Do, In You
But When I Say You Ain't Really Feeling Me This Deep Its True,
If I'm 1 In This Life Time
Each Line Is A Life Line
Is My Life Just Just The Right Time
The Right Blade Could Make It Rain
Blood Drains The Pipe Line
My Mind Is Limit Free
I Apologize I Become A Beast
To People Who Limit Me
Please Just Stay For The Rest Of My Existence
When Every Body Go,s
Everuthing Is Missing
**** It's So Cold,
Wondering If Your Missing Me,
This Distance Brings Never Ending Misery
Now I See Why People Go Fishing Out In A Distance Sea
All I Feel & Think Not Enough Space On PC's
& Paper From Hemp Or Trees
I Write & Put My Light In Songs
So You Can Read My Pain In The Rain & My Grave When I'm Gone
& Try To Feel Closer To This Ghost Over Rips From The ****
I Make Attempts That Break My Legs
& Ache My Heart & Brain
To Have Family Time Its Like Always Gos Wrong
How Much Can We Take
Until Fate Has Its Way
& We Awake & Our Family Is Gone
Just Stay Strong I Do
Were Bruised I Feel It To
As Your Feeling  Me, Filling Shoes,
I'm Feeling You Too
Its Hard To Go To Work
Its Touf To Stay In School
Its Easy To Relate
Hard To Be True
That's Why Inside I Cry & Bleed Truth
Suffocating On My Tears
Allow Peers To Be Roots
& Every Year Roots Rip
I Thicken My War Boots
Heavy As ****
I Sprang My Ankle
Every Angle I Step Into Ships
Sailing Till The Middle
For The World
I Become The Light House
I'll Be Here Comforting All Fears Collecting Tears
Even When I Leave Earth & My Lights Out
gwen Dec 2014
i want to live in a nunnery
and devote my life to something i will never understand.
at least i can just accept that i will never understand god
instead of trying to continually make sense of the world.
i envy those whose lives are one whole volume -
unabridged, and yet
still manage to fit from one cover to the other.
while the rest of us, full of breaks and pauses
and multiple volumes
that are either too tragic to print,
or too convoluted to put into words in the first place.
my life is a series of stops and gos,
of commas and semicolons.
infiltrated by question marks,
interspersed with the rare exclamation mark.
i'm just waiting for that full stop,
that 'the end' inked in your sweat that i
will never taste the salt of again.
i am tired of false starts,
of sputtering gas that fuel embers
and never really catch fire.
god only knows how many times i have burned
while trying to put out flames
that were never hot enough
to keep us going.

there are so many question marks and empty spaces in this world
that i wonder if they are ever meant to be filled.
the more i think about them, the more i am convinced
that they're not.
and i find that it doesn't matter,
because i'll never be whole myself.
zenfoldor Feb 2021
Our differences make us the same
like blinding ice and gentle rain,
like brussels sprouts & beef chow mein
our differences make us the same.

Our choices fill us with regret.
Which to love and which forget?
Punch the clock, miss the sunset,
our choices fill us with regret.

Our letting gos break our hearts.
Our holding ons prolong our darks.
Our giving ups put out our sparks.
Our letting gos break our hearts,
and we are not alone.
You are not alone.
Timon chukwuonu Jan 2018
Am when my heart beats
I feel your hands on my chest
I realized ,
I could only be you and me just as the wind kiss the sea
I wander around my room looking for a beautiful creation to heal my pain's
Still found not
But I could still hear my name above my head.. Calling me towards your hands
Then I knew my life is. Moving train on  a Hugh speed on steel line
I undoubtedly.
No matter ,how I tried but it could not stop as its gos to the hill top
Where my soul walk'th With the heart beat of your name
Love at first sight.
The snow fell a little late
we're both primates
let's get a little warmer while we jirate
at this rate, I'm a pirate

plundering a briney wet shipwreck
paycheck
set it on fire
the doctor gos next
cold again legs up, you know best

but god you're so gorgeous
we're at it again
doc walks in
gives a look like
"well now i know what brought you in"

count back from ten
it goes in,
the needle
not my friend.
well it might have been
count back from ten
3
2
thoughts storm in, it's bran
oatmeal
pop a pill again
you pop the pill again
I pop the pill again
You stop bleedin
I stop bleedin'
we stop feedin' our clocks
silence the tick tock
with rocks
I start bleedin'
you start bleedin'
we see him again
Elexer Jul 2017
Symbols
Lines, dots, and squares
No bother of thought
For how he fares

Rhythms
Strums, taps, and beats
The scorching sun
Without the heat

Signs
Stops, gos, and yields
Figure it out yourself
No one cares how you feel

Repetitions
Squares, taps, and stops
If they were any more fabled
I'd think they were Aesop's

Leisures
Rests, talks, and fun
Ends promising
Ends with "1:00"

Depressions
Complications, worries, and nothing
Did everything. Everything.
And got literally nothing

Monday-Saturday
Problems ranging
And the one good thing
Consistently ever-changing

And then I sleep
Because now I must
Bowedbranches Jul 2023
What is quality of life
Without substance ?

Why break your chains
And flee your cage
To keep on rotting beside
Monsters of a different kind

They're scraping out
What soft parts
I've got left

And I'm aware
My sense is leaving me
Feel it pulling away
Like a string
tangled up in both ribs

Why be that courageous
By taking that step
Just to rescind back into hiding

I built up barracks,
Turned off tears,
And carried my armor
On my hip
every second
Of every day

I won't even attempt
To listen
To my own advice

If you were to ask me
How I think one should act
I'd preach how vital
It is to be raw
and vulnerable
Because it is beautiful thing

I admit it
I'm a cliche'
Who uses complacency as a shield
Instead of becoming the hero
She wants to be
The one who
gos all in,  
no protection,
no hesitation,
But all passion,
And all chest

I know that my power
Is most likely stuck
Under a pile
Of child-like
character defects


I think I'm finally ready

To dig through my mess

Keep on

Searching the Earth

For assets

I could use

To better my human

Do not forget,
That you should
Always be watching
for the knowledge
That unlocks
life's secrets

Remember that time
I escaped an inferno?
Covered in blisters and burns
...It was unnerving
Eternal pain

That day I learned
Each seconds is pertinent
If I comply like a blind sheep
I'll miss the miracle
Happen that's in front of me


Im refusing
To be
A cog
That wants
To be caught
In the machine
Rosa-May Feb 2019
Sploosh splash.
Quack,quack.
Gos the duck,
at the fish.
kromwellfarkus Jan 2021
Own
On my own
I think, alone
Dreams and situations
Try my hand at foresight

It always turns out
Different.

My charm and wit
My charismatic influence
All gos to ****
On my own.

I was once
More than I am
Once, I felt
More alive.

On my own.
sandra wyllie Apr 2022
in his chain of
“can’t let gos”
with a flick of
finger I began

to quiver
till I toppled on
the next spotted
vagabond that

fell as hard
as I
neither standing
after the ride

as he laughed
to see us all
knocked out flat
that's the last

I'll fall in line
for a man's tricks
no matter his shine
On a nice winters day Brian allan went to a vinnies reunion in the blue mountains and Brian bought 3 24 packs of beer which he planned to hide and drink himself, and when Brian got there he sat next to Iris who talked about how good the right wing parties are and Brian said if I wanted help it wouldn’t be from those right wing people and David came up to Brian and said remember don’t be crude
You don’t say root, you say ******, it is a much better word and David said, my best part about life is watching the brumbies play and Brian agreed with him and opened a can of beer and skulled it down real fast, and then opened a 2nd can and Brian’s dad said listen Briany don’t drink too many and Brian got really cranky and told his dad to drop dead and Elizabeth came up to Brian and said Coca Cola and lollies are no good for you, and either is beer, and another thing too we aren’t allowed to have beer at this party and Brian cracked a phat at Elizabeth and opened another beer, but still Brian kept it hidden and Joan told Brian if you keep drinking beer you will be kicked out and Brian went over to the band and danced to the music in a wild way and dad said, he has a mental illness and he really thinks it is cool to get drunk and then Clare came up to Brian to say to stop drinking and Brian said ‘leave me alone’ and pulled 6 beers out of the stash and drink them near the trampoline saying right wing people don’t like drinking and they don’t really think I am cool and I will make a mess of this blue mountains village and really curse at each person who gets in my way, Patricia k said to me give up beer and I said get a life and cursed and cursed and really cursed, and David said, you were such a nice boy, I want you to give up drinking the forbidden beer and after those beers he secretly got more beers but Brian couldn’t handle the beers and lashed out at everybody and Iris said we need to say goodbye to Brian, he is too drunk and when they told Brian to leave he cursed really loudly at all of his friends and Clare and David picked Brian up and threw him out and then locked the door and Brian cursed loudly wanting the rest of his beers but they pretended not to listen to him and Brian was walking drunk right to the nearest bus stop to the city and there were a bunch of kids picking on Brian said loudly leave me alone, I was kicked out of a party I was invited to and I really liked those people and the kids said you are too drunk ‘loser’ and the bus came and Brian and the kids got on and Brian was thinking when he got to the city he needs to go to a hotel to recuperate before he went home and when they got to the city the kids got off at the same stop as Brian and stole all of his money and tied Brian up in the drain pipe near the subway and Brian didn’t notice it at first but when he woke up he found himself tied to the drainpipe and a young 14 year old boy saved Brian and helped Brian get home but Brian needed a hangover cure and the 14 year old said just drink 6 up and gos and it worked, Brian felt much better and suddenly Brian felt better and the 14 year old bought Brian his ticket and Brian said thanks and went home, everything was great till 3 weeks later when the 14 year old came to Brian’s house to get his money back and Patricia b gave Brian the money to pay him back and Patricia b said, no more drinking it isn’t right for you
And they lived happily ever after till Brian had another drink 4 years away hopefully
Sometimes

Sometimes I just sit. Wading
thru thoughts.  The cells
of my future
capture
the nonloves of mythical
proportion

I have clocks all over
the walls.  We tic
together.
White sheet rock,
flat line.  Everyone’s
story is coded in the
cells.

The walls are
dry. I see names
Scri+++ names.
Thought comes and
GOs.

Tomorrow will slide over
me in an ecstasy of

feeding.

I will sit and count the
days until my sorry

***

goes….. .



Caroline Shank
7.17.2024

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