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Christopher K Bayliss Aug 2014
Material World
Do we have any idea?
Have we even got a clue?
Can it be that we don't give a ****
what others are going through.

Are we so wrapped up in selfish mode?
So devoted to our own.
That we should sit back and watch
as others are gnawed down to the bone.

Should it be that our own offspring
if they were cast away so far?
Would we worry about that pipeline
bringing fuel to run our car?

Or would we stand aloft in horror
as they were thrown unto the ground?
Or for fuel thats cheap and plentiful,
is it ok to make no sound?

We hear about disasters.
Tsunami strikes upon Japan.
Earthquakes raging out in Haiti
Watch death befall our fellow man.

Throw donations in a bucket
at the supermarket doors,
then forget because of shopping.
but we have paid towards their cause.

Could you ever even fathom?
Your children crying as they play,
not for Barbies or Play-stations
but for the pain to go away.

Never asking for the latest
made by Hamleys or Mattel
rather just an handfull of food
to help beat the starvation battle.

Wash it down with poison water
from a river filled with ****
or collect in rusty tin cans
from a worn and stagnant pit.

If this was the plight of our children
things would surely be said.
We would try to move a mountain
rather than our young be dead.

Could you ever really imagine?
Could you ever really get,
that a million hits on You-Tube
turn endangered species into pets?

What if someone could ask on face-book
about your daughter or your son,
saying"It looks so cute and cuddly,
"go on e-bay and buy me one."

If only we could all be happy,
not feel a need to own the place.
If we could learn to be contented
by a childs smiling face.

Treat the world with awe and wonder.
Treat its creatures with respect.
Treat each other in this same way.
Treat nobody with neglect.

Then perhaps we may push together,
make our Governments do right.
Let's lead the World with people power,
no more starvation or blight.

Let's be less materialistic
let us have a life of worh
Not by owning all we see,
rather sharing this our earth.
26th January 2012
#life #death #problems #starvation #global-warming #material-world
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Jay Jimenez Oct 2012
not finished but a start
A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes
He smelled
He was soaking wet and looked very pale.
The old gentleman bought the  man a beer
and ask him what his story was
the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner
a man of high class and standard.
He wore the finest clothes,
wore the most beautufl jewelry,
and went on amazing journeys.
The old gentleman began to laugh
he sipped his drink
looked over the man and asked him what happened
the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting
He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he
looked up
his car swirved in the lake
water seaped in
He said " water came rushing in so fast"
the old gentleman looked down at his beer
looked up
and the man was nowhere to be seen
he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went
the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman  talking to himself...
suddenly
The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story.

The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out.

Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ******. Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"
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Dylan Thomas
When All My Five And Country Senses See
When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye,
Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac,
Love in the frost is pared and wintered by,
The whispering ears will watch love drummed away
Down breeze and shell to a discordant beach,
And, lashed to syllables, the lynx tongue cry
That her fond wounds are mended bitterly.
My nostrils see her breath burn like a bush.

My one and noble heart has witnesses
In all love's countries, that will ***** awake;
And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses,
The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.
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Catrina Sparrow Mar 2013
at the dream-screen double feature.
i miss your lips
the way they'd smoothly dance
like a genie in a lamp
as you'd sing
and speak

how sweet your memory tastes
though the reality has long since faded

i cling to my effervescent exaggerations of our tangled past
replaying time to time
on the dream-screen of my mind
as i snack lightly on the salty remarks of my youth
and i laugh

it hurts
but it feels so healthy

you fade through the moon-mist
and dismiss your own existence
once again proclaiming that you are nothing
but an extension of it all
a fingerprint of the wilky-way
just a strand of DNA
swimming through the wake of infinite expansion

i miss it

the beer-breath incantions you'd softly slur after dark
the kisses you'd plant along my edges
like the vines that trace the hedges
in the front lawn of that dusty place we'd fake our love

nostalgia always begins so inviting
untill you're finally feeling sea-sick
from the over-ingestion of false sweets
and pure imagination

now we're so far gone
living in a different reality entirely
i don't think i'd even know your face if i saw it
i know you only by the way your shape fits in the frame
another handsome man
trapped forever in the reels of film of my mind

but i'll remember you
you're woven into the wood works
    
     drunkenly dancing through a serendipitous sea of names
     stands the lamen's term for your current shape
your birth-given name
credited with a handfull of scars
left behind by a man who forced me to grow
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Senor Negativo Sep 2012
You Have Won The War
Let the a.n.t.s sleep
Warm and dry blankets
Let the victories of the future brace you
Body molesting wind demons
false but True
Cloak yourself in my laughter
Grab reality and pull a book out of your spleen,
with a Dim mak to sentence your fears to death.
The first page is eternity,
Stay within the pleasure, bathe in it,
Body hyper aware, unclouded vision
Disrobe, and bathe in it
Open the door and begin
It is Unjust not to
Press Play.....
It will all rush forward, and you will breath freely.
Trumpeted like the arrival of an avatar of the love goddess.
Cool cheeks, unmarked by tear tracks..
Built back up with the love you feared had departed.
I'm pitiful alone.
It is emotions prerogative to make its opinion known.
These feelings cannot be ignored.
Doing so makes things worse.
Let confidence be always with you
For all time
Unending
Everyday
All day long
You can honestly talk to me.
Trivial questions.
Something burdening your breast.
I can make you feel better, if only for a handfull of minutes.
You'll float away, but later crash on heavy thought.
However....
You know 
For several reasons
The outcome is always the same
Mind games are involuntary muscle spasms,
it is an affliction of chaos tourettes, inherited from a goblin ancestor,
Straighten your shoulders, I am here to reassure you, 
Every day it will get lighter
The stress will be less, the panic will simmer
The message is salvation, in acceptance of the depth of the love felt for you.
I am here to listem.
Stop being kicked around by your thoughts.
Feel instead, gliding into a gathering of like minds.
I dare not say the full extent of what I know, and what I feel is transparent.
It grants me sanity
The compulsion to sing
Satisfying smashed hearts
Feeding your lips
Sanctifying your suffering into submission
Fulfilling a proper apology for the perversions.
You have won the war.
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Stevie Ray Oct 2014
A Tree's Perspective
All I feel is pain
sadness and hurt.
With a slight tone of positivity
Love ever so present
like a distant dim light in the dark.
Gestures of good will
either harvested with selfish intentions.
Like putting coins in a slotmachine
to hit the Karma jackpot.
Or genuine kindness.
Mass produced negativity
running rampant across the globe
fits the current type of mankind
like a perfect silk glove.
I feel the wind crying,
poisoned and sick.
Clouds ***** acidic rain
every drop a bombardment
infused with a chemical mix.
I feel the sunlight trying to escape the earth
but the clouds are moody
representing the mental sickness
of the guests under their roofs.
There is no escape once you land
on this manmade Mental Asylum.
I am scarred by kids with knives
young unpure love that is quickly crushed.
Only a handfull experience a lifetime of love.
Earth is sick, being gutted alive
stripped barren and bombarded
with it's own body used as weapons
that have turned against their Host.
Me and all my friends know.
For we are tree's, our bark is thick
protecting our rooted Souls
in the deep slick soil.
Connected with Earth
we feel everything that it endures.
And it hurts..
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Nicole Ann Sandoval Sep 2014
Handfull
I wonder what's out of reach
due to my refusal to let go of you.
Maybe I have my hands full.
I can see you grasping for something too.
do you miss me?
Your voice is what I fell in love with first.
fresh like water to quench my thirst.
A voice that was so full of Love
Now all your words are slurred.
You only call me when you're drunk.
Because you're not thinking straight.
I want to hear the Love again, But I'm afraid that it's to late.
I want you to be safe but I'm not ready
For you to get sober.
What if then, This is all over.
I don't care if I'm only your Baby when you're drunk.
I'm drunk on you.
I don't care
No, I don't care
what you do.
Just Please Don't stop calling
I'll never stop falling
more and more in love with you.


© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
But I'll save the Voice Mails..
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Welcome Kagiso Mogorosi Dec 2013
That Selfish Kind Of Love
I have very few words to utter

Selfishness is destructive…

Selfishness is the core ignition of war…

Example world war….

That selfishness kind of love…

Mmmmmm…

Has a tendecy of Love struck whip…
Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile
Keep the heart satified till…

Very manipulative indeed
Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull

Alot sactifised for it
Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it
Alot don’t care about anything except for it…

It’s lovely…
It’s Love after all…
That selfishn kind of love…

It goes deeper and deeper
It leaves you in a galaxy of its own…
Its like the feeling of touching a star…

It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders….
It swings around with 6th senses…
It deceives the fortune tellers truth…

The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it….

Taking your soul to the lost world….

Nothing can come between the two..

Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart…
Till death do us apart…

You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death…

That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause…
The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print…

Good luck!

Its your choice…

Love exist…

Same as the selfish kind of love

Its Love…
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kyle Shirley Jan 2015
pretender.
We all go through little lies and false ideas throughout the day. Is it wrong? I pretend like the best of them. **** I could be an actor like no other. Not only to hide feelings and emotions from anyone, but to even lie to myself that im doing a good thing by justifying my actions. I act big and tough truth is I hate fighting, only been in a handfull and lucky my anger did most of the work. Im a coward, I fear **** near every little thing including the dark...
*** is something im good at but I have to actually get into character to last longer, to fake love, or even that she is good enough to make me ***. I say im a real man, but a real man dosnt need a plethora of women to make himself a man. A man only needs one woman to take care of, sacrifice after sacrifice. Anything she needs your there at a moment notice. No texting behind her back to flirt with a girl. No saying your at the bar or a buddy house when your actually knee deep in some strange... iv been there to all those places. I even lie about being ok to be alone. Not suicidal or anything, but with boredom comes thoughts of sadness. Im a pretender through and through.
#love #sadness #thoughts #pretend
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Nathan Aug 2017
Handful of Flower Petals
Handfull of flower petals
Bloodstains and twisted metal
Force-fed inebriation
Bright lights, strange floatation

Wanted more      No more now
Wanted more      No more now

Thoughtless rain falls unending
Thoughtless pain, no pretending
Present tense, future hollow
Here today, lost tomorrow

No more now       No more now
No more now       No more now

Run free and I'll protect you
I swear I won't neglect you
Run now. They may select you
Run now, they may dissect you

Run from this place of horrors
Labyrynthine corridors
Creatures of four and four
Step through each and every door

Know more now   No more now
Know more now   No more now

Far from the place of colors
Far from sisters and brothers

Handfull of flower petals
Bouquet of when we settled
First and last day together
Taken away forever

Know more now...
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Clara the Clairvoyant Jan 2015
//you//u//tu//
The last thought before I go to bed
Is always a handfull of the same things
-how should I be feeling right now
-I hope I didn't hurt anyones feeling that didn't deserve it
-you
-the sky is nice
-so are trees
-you
-and bees
all of those things are great, but also in some way bring great pain,
almost
Like a
pure grief
I don't know my feelings ever, I try with poetry. I don't know if it makes sense to you but it kind of does for me so ya know. it's my outlet. But opinions are accepted!
#poetry #night #late #grief #pure #numb #sleepy #emotionally #mmm #158am
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Moris Dec 2012
give me the drug
a handfull of pills
a needle to the arm
that cuts
like the sound of your voice.
oh give me the drugs
and save me from the harm
that days bring
give me the dream
give me the euphoria
so i can run
after something that seems tangible
give me the darkness
the ruin
and the excuse
for you to hear that i am no longer the person that used to be.




give me a reason
to get
the ****
out of
my bed
at dawn.
-notes from a depressed alcoholic that now desires change
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jennifer ann Oct 2014
game over
i took a handfull of pills one day
hoping i would fly away,
and see jesus face to face,
escaping this god forsaken place.
i thought that it would set me free,
from being a living tragedy.
but i began to feel very sick.
i felt as if i had been hit in the head with a brick.
my stomache turned, and i began to cry.
i never really wanted to die. but now im gone.
and im never coming back.
daddys at my funeral, all toarn up and dressed in black. 
mom is busy crying, she would give the world, anything to get back her dear baby girl.
and i rot away, and all of my hopes anddreams they do too..., because i made a big mistake, thatno one could undo.
all of the plans that god had made for me, tragicly erased.all of my potential, has now gone to waste.
i never really wanted to die, i just wanted to end this pain, i guess that i thought that life, was nothing but a game.
#suicide #depression #pain #death #loss
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JAM Feb 2014
Rough Draft
Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn
I'll give you, somethin' to teach

Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn
I'll give you, somethin' to keep

Give me
Stability, when this bridge is weak

I'm lookin' for a platform to stand on
As this lifeform hits its peak
Not inside, but outside, the norm of normal looks for a barrier to breach

Steady as I wobble , you take from my hand, but still.. I... am... a handfull
No push, only the pull... no life left in this knife, the blade clearly is dull
There's no safe, no lock, no code... Only thing you need to crack is my skull

Not how am I, it's how are you doing, how's life? how's time moving?
Are you sick... of the *******? How's barely gettin' by going?
I'm not one to prove while improving, just tryin' to get by while keepin' ongoing

My mind took off
My body stayed put in the loft
What about me makes you think I have the self control to keep from goin' off!?
I'm a mental slob
My brain just oozes thoughts
I don't think, I just act, like that one time I got mad and slapped my boss!!

So here's this...

Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn
I'll give you, somethin' to teach

Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn
I'll give you, somethin' to keep

Obviously aware of all these lessons, I keep stressin'
I might not even have a steady vocation or profession
No sleep even when I should be well rested
I even hate the attention,
But I purposely leave words worth the mention

Now lets just question
The difference between hell and heaven
Whats the difference between an "L" and an upside down seven?
I have no religion, so what's a priest, what's a reverend?

Put it this way at least... Lettin' my mouth off it's leash
Will allow me to speak loud enough to speak my peace

Everytime I fade in
I fade out
Everytime I fade out, I still fade in its just about

The 'who,what,why,where,when??.
How can now be going back to then?
I must be runnin' in ******' circles again!
I lost the dice I tossed to the wind
Maybe I'll give the wheel of fortune a spin
And if it's fortune I win, I'll consider myself fortunate then

Give... Me... Somethin'.... To burn
Without smoke from the chimney, I'll make a fire with words to create heat
I'll just take and keep what's within reach
Even if it's the world beneath my feet

I... Don't... Want... To ... Earn
So without a landing beneath me, I still dive head first when I leap

So...

Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn
I'll give you, somethin' to teach

Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn
I'll give you, somethin' to keep



-J.A.M
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Unnoticed Notes Dec 2016
Eye witness
Ill never forget the sickening feeling i got when i watched you try to swallow a handfull of pills.. i quiet literally cried so hard it made me physically sick and everything went black with the thought of you dying... i didnt have the stregnth to stand anymore, i collapsed with the weight of your pain.. im so glad he was there to stop you, because i all i could do was scream with the air that was left in my lungs because trying to take a breath was like trying to breathe under water..  to him i am forever grateful. I dont know what it is  that makes you so hateful.. everything after that seemed so... dark and hopeless. I am forever afraid, if just the thought of you not being here was enough to take the breath right out of me and make my whole world shake with destruction what am i going to do when you really do leave this world..
This poem is for my mom.. maybe one day ill let her read my poems.. she doesnt even know i write. Im so sorry i cant take away your pain...
#suicide #fear #depression #pain #future #alone #past #thoughts #family #panic
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Joe Cole Dec 2013
FREEDOM
I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat
Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat

I'm  saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil
I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil

Will I look back at the land that I've  left as I sail out over the sea
No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't  want to be

Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny
I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free

No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil
In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil

In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own
But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll  carve out a place to call home

The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory
Soon I'll  be there breathing freedoms air fresh in
my new land, the land of the free
Just to get started here's my contribution to my challenge
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Angila Aug 2013
Life
Life is an art,
an art understood by few,
but seen by all.
Life is like a painting,
a painting interpreted differently,
but experienced by all.
Life is like music,
music enjoyed by few,
but heard by all.
Life is like a course book,
one read by a handfull,
but opened by all.
Life is a choice,
everyone has a chance to choose,
but not all choose right.
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Akira Chinen Apr 2016
Once Upon a Lie...
The naked truth is suffocating under
The emperors new clothes
The big bad wolf was murdered for exposing the greatest lie of the king
That evil is an invention that was born from his greed
And little red was left for all the kings horses and all the kings men
To abuse again and again
Humpty jumped from the wall because he was helpless to do nothing but watch
Goldilocks and the bears
Dare not make a sound
And choke down cold rotten porridge
Desperately waiting for their graves in the ground
Jack tried to raise the giant back from the dead
But magic was outlawed and he found his head in a noose
Snow White fell back into a coma
And the seven dwarfs feasted until she was nothing but bone
The mirror mirror had nothing to say
For the queen was bored with her beauty and sewed its mouth shut
The witches and madmen cackled and laughed
And refuesd to take part
In the shadow of darkness they rescued the truth
They took leave of the senseless
With a handfull of ballons and floated up to the man in the moon
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Jude kyrie Mar 2016
Blue Blue Eyes
The line up at the movie theatre is long.
And the rain crosses
the scene in diaganol lines.
that's when I saw her
so frail painfully thin and cold.
her face had been pretty once.
she still had the most beautiful blue eyes.
almost too big for her now gaunt features
she carried a sign
two children and homeless please help.
I recognized her as she got closer
I had seen her a week ago
at the bus station in town.
Then her sign read
cold and hungry please help.
someone threw a handfull
of loose change at her feet
she knelt down hurriedly
trying to pick up
every single coin.
I had only twenty dollars on me.
But suddenly the movie banner
with George clooney and
Catherine zeta Jones
smiling down at me
lost its apppeal.
I ****** the note into her hands.
she looked at me with her blue blue eyes.
Then i had to walk home
in the rain as fast as I could.
For I had an overwhelming urge
to hug my teenage daughter.
and tell her I loved her
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reilly Nov 2018
h
since you left
i've worn my trauma like it's a trophy
you can see my anxiety in my freckles
the ptsd in the way i dance
and the bipolar in everything i do

it's coming home to a handfull of pills
instead of you
it's what tears me down becoming a punchline
to a stupid joke on schoolyards
and don't get me started on what i've done
to self medicate

i'm not asking you to come back
in fact, i don't want you to
because the pain is a part of me,
at times it's all of me,
but because of you,

i am a survivor.
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levi eden r May 2018
i want to disappear.
tears filled my eyes looking at nothing,
thinking of everything.
every cork that filled a hole in my heart slowly popped itself out and i literally felt the rush of sadness through my body,
filling my veins,
intoxicating my mind once again.
is this what i'm meant to be?
sometimes i feel like a punching bag for everyone and myself.
i will beat myself down slowly then all at once.
i am not a best friend,
i am an enemy to myself.
this is how it'll always be right?
i wanted to slice open my skin and feel numb again,
i wanted to take a handfull of sleeping pills to feel numb again.
i can hear my parents fighting again.
i can feel how i felt when my own friends told me they never loved me.
i can see my older sister fighting my mother over everything again.
it all came back to me in what felt like a split of a second.
i was 12 again and as sad as i ever was.
i was 12 again,
sitting on my bedroom floor,
wishing that i would gather the courage through my sobs to finally end it.

and i should have.
i'm not meant to be here.
#poetry #depression #sadness
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gravelbar Sep 2017
Blahblahblah
Speak onto the speaking stone
breathe onto the breathing tree
pick up that railroad steel
sharpen it as you walk
rusty shank

Light a fire near the river
on the big square of concrete
read your Quran
and burn her *******
you wore around your wrist

Blah blah blah
here we spin
on this little green rock
big organic meatgrinder
this life can seem so feeble

Matchsticks and broken sunglasses
a handfull of pills
Su Yue Lee painted pictures
that hung over us
as we made love

Grab a piece
any piece
and hold on tight
it might crawl away
and leave you in the dark
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