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Richard B Shick Sep 2018
It’s time to crack the bottle,
Time to numb the pain.

Time to open the umbrella,
Time to hide from the rain.

Some have easy lives,
And will never know the struggle.

Never knowing what some go through,
Because all they know is a hustle.

Never given the chance,
Making it with what they had.

Caught up in their surroundings,
Never having a Dad.

I’m thankful for what I have,
I know It could be  so much worse,

That’s why I pay it forward,
I don’t need another curse.

I’ve had my own struggles,
In my own shoes I do walk.

Always keeping my head high,
No matter how much people talk.

I sit upon the fence post,
And try never to hold a grudge.

Because I know I'm not perfect,
I am no one to judge.

Still I sit here
Trying  to numb my pain.

Fighting off my demons,
Like I'm fighting off the rain.

LIVE
LOVE
HOPE

Written By
RICHARD B SHICK
Nthaby Sep 2018
You were born with a garden of flowers reigning in your heart
Every flower bloomed at the right season
You caltivated your garden
You pruned your flowers
You watered your flowers
You loved your flowers and couldn't wait to share them
You gave the key to your garden to wrong people
They stole your flowers
They didn't help you water your flowers
They cut your flowers
Your garden was now ruined
What am I gonna do now? You asked yourself
You covered your head with blankets crying.
Your flowers are in ruins
You have fresh seeds now
Seeds to start a new garden
With tears running on your face , you revive the old flowers and plant new
You patiently build your garden again
The dead flowers are on the outskirts
The new flowers are hidden where no one can see them
You love your new garden more than before
More intensely that you are hidding it away
You dont want people to see your flowers
You don't want to give them the keys
You show them the old dead flowers when they come to view
Knowing very well that no one likes dead flowers
Women bent over in a circle
A quilt is being born
Created with precision
of structure, harmony
Geometrically perfect
wedding band,log cabin.

The men are far away
fishing, hunting bisons
A dying fire, logs glowing
Icy winds wisttle under the door
back out through the chimney flue
Strong women, used to dangers
hunger, incertitude
marauding Indians
hidding out in the woods
Tighten up your circle
warm up your fingers
the quilt must be ready
For the new bride of spring
Colette Anne Naegle

copyrights 2009
I love America and wanted to learn " as much as i could from its people" as i am a new American of European ancestry: British, Scotish, Irish ( Armstrong one of my ancestors) and some French
I was raised in French and British in language  and learned to speak like an American .
Win twice for the girl and once for the fight
Close sunglasses for curtains et vite pro night
Born thrice for the breath yet none that I like
so much as your glow
the sun to my light.

Never did feel the absence so near
When even fog breaks,
clouds part,
skies clear
Like a pedal in the snow
frozen with fear
my words flounder twice, then wholly disappear
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
I'm runnin as fast as i can.
There comming
Where can i go?!
I scream help
The only sound i hear
is those snarles.
I find a safe place
with more people like me.

I am jewish you see.
I've been running and hidding
and now im about to die.
****** has turned his ****'s into zombies
what do i do where do i run?!
how did this happen?
How can he see this as fun?

I start to talk to the people around me.
They tell me they have a way out,
but they need a hero.
I step up to the plate,
and take the fame.
Truly I just wanted to save
me..

We are all running through a open field,
hidding behind trees.
Then i look behind me
a zombie as big
and as tall as the clouds.
"oh **** what now?!"
I step out in front
of that zombie and grunt,
he stops and stares at me.
I tell him to stop and follow me
he turns around and runs.

I can't believe it's true,
thoes zombies are afraid of jews.
So i come up with a plan
to bring down that man.

We have to find a way
to **** ******, okay?
He is giving a big speech.
We have to sneak up from behind,
send those zombies to do our crimes.
Now ****** will never die.
Thats until i pull out my gun
and put a end to his fun.
Now ******'s gone away.
This is a strange dream i had when i was pregnant. i always had zombies dreams, this is just one of the more memorable. read on, read strong :)
Jolan Lade Oct 2018
I'm a lonely voice broadcasting radio waves into a deaf space

I'm unwillingly hidding in the shadow of all their grace

My emotions are an lonely civilisation in a empty space

My voice is useless when I'm outside their walls screaming at their gates

All that plays again and again is the shapes of my mistakes

While I'm sitting here wasted and displaced, sad I haven't got what it takes
Still here, locked inside my own sphere
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues
with no true meaning as usual.
*******'s heart had been broken for Drew had   left him a beaten and
love bitten  luchador slash attorney.

Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why
I never  dropped acid anymore.
Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers  to which
his only response was ****** amigo  i never knew i was married.


As his attorney  i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding  its legal
jargin you  couldnt possibly understand.

His deadline was near  and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off  so being we had been in the bar for more than
eight hours  we decided to make a exit through the  mens room window.


Front doors are over rated.
In my legal office slash camper  hey eveyone starts somewhere
okay.
  I was reminded of my  loved hellcat Drew
she had left many items here a satanic bible  her  boil cream.
how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes.

How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table
so the ginger bread people couldnt find him
and return him to there  bitter talentless leader
Kate Perry  i swear if you stab me one more time senior  gonzo
with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your ***

Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew.
i should never have introduced her el man donkey who
resist such a uhh personallity.

But now here I  sit with a madman under my table tripping his
***** off   insisting  I contact Simon Cowell  to inform him
man ******  are so yesterday.

If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case  I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std.
Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson  will need me.
The road warrior was a true classico  and he seemed so well
balanced compared to my   reallity challenged  cilent.

Remember kids if ever  you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo
its probaly best you hide all sharp objects.
adios  *******
el ******* is always availible for quick and honest legal advise
i except all major credit cards and  will take trade as well
******* loves you all  just like  sisters  even the men to
adios
Pebbles Apr 2011
Once I thought we were friends
You know the kind
Who would watch each others backs
Offer a few kind words through the darkness
A cosmic hand to hold
when the family I had created around me
couldn't understand
or even hear my screams for help
Not that you heard me screaming for help
You didn't need to
You just had to be there
Needing
I think it strange how friendship can mean so little
How do we fall away
How in fact do we crawl through the misunderstanding
There is much I don't understand I guess
So I leave you measages
Which you never answer
I think of you
Hidding in corners
Watching from spaces
Looking within moments
The surreal
Is the fact that I know very soon your come out
From your hidding place
You who are your own prisoner
I will count to five now
And then I will expext to hear your voice
Will I hear it I wonder
Mercy B Jun 2013
Looking in your eyes I catch a glimmer of what was once most definitely meant to be.

I can intangibly hear a weary voice inside you and it is screaming to be set free.

Saddly you locked up your spirit tightly deep inside and replaced it with woe and fear.

The person you long to be seems miles away, but keep fighting my love and soon that person will be here.

Let go of everything that ties you down, unleash yourself from the crushing weight that's constructed of all your pain.

Let out that child, the one hidding inside,  for they are in desperate need of time to run wild and frolic in the rain.

That surrounding light, your beauty within, almost blinding its grandure reaches ever so high.

Please don't be afraid to open up your wings, feel the rush of the wind when you finally take to the brilliant sky.

Truthfully this journey will not at all be easy, nor will you always be clear on the way.

If you are willing to endure it you may find yourself a little more with the dawn of each new day."
Cameryn Micheal Nov 2014
Dreams and ambition
Is lifes fuel,
And reaching it is just as dangerous,
As giving up.
This lonely, cracked shell,
With a person hidding inside,
Waiting for her ticket,
Waiting for her time,
To be able to reach out,
Safely,
And grab that brass ring,
Before its to late.
BUT thats not going to be a problem!
Because while others worry about gossip and drama,
IM waiting for my chance!
To stand up and shout:
LISTENN UP!
THIS IS HOW ITS GOING TO GO!
Thats MY name up there,
In the shiny lights,
And this is YOUR chance to shine!
I've achieved my goal,
When will you be ready to start climbing towards yours?
Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
A boy
His green eyes harsh and focused
Hair a light brown and cut short
It is messy and flat
From a hat that's held in his hand
A girl
Hair cascading to her shoulders
In a river of golden blonde
Eyes an ice cold blue
But have a soft look
They stand in a crowded room of people
Yet they only see each other
They are far
They are separate
They are strangers
But a connection is created
Their eyes meet for barely a second
And time stops
The rest of the world put on hold
For a simple glance
And there it lies
A black and blue bruise
Covering one of his blissful green eyes
It is swollen too
The boy takes the hat from his hands
Places it on his head
And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye
Nonetheless the girl saw it
No matter how long the look was for
She remembers
She's intrigued by it
She curious as to how he got it
What his story is
Why he is hidding it
Why he let her see
Even if it was only for a second
But while all this runs in her mindo
The boy has broken the intense gaze
He has moved on
Continued on his corse
Leaving the girl only to
Imagine
Work in progress
O my love
O my dear
I want to tell you about the moon this night
She is hidding in your eyes,
shining smoothly by touching my skin.
The wind
O the wind
O my love
brings you to me,
so I let you come in my mind, my love.
The star is spinning in my head,
do you know I get to have a bed late?
O my love
O my dear
The night sky is lying beside me
I just want you to know,
there is no body,
except you, if you let me love you.
Indonesia, 25th June 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Gary Dec 2014
We were once mountains
Standing tall, standing proud.
Mountains of great girth and of great pride.
We were once, the top of this world.
Landmarks, conquest, tourist attractions.
We were once as tall as the clouds.
And where safety , for the Eagles home.
We were once.

We were once, great boulders of strength and of size.
We were once great boulders hanging on for life.
We were once in the mids of this world.
Added beauty and charm to the mountains side.
Became steps to help others achieve their  goals, became hidding spots for smaller animals to hid from their prey.
We were once great boulders.
Relatable, reachable and visable.
We were once.

We were once rocks, that have fallen from the highest of peaks.
Rocks that have been broken, slammed, stepped on to help you achieve.
Rocks that made up the lower grounds of a stream.
Planted, stacked and buried
As a bridge for your feet,
To keep you dry.
We were once rocks.
Used as a grip for your boots, to keep you safe.
As a path to guide you, to all that you achieve.
As caverns for the minnow and his family.
As a safe haven from the piranha.
We were once.

We were once dust
The wearing,
the fragile truth.
Looked upon as not a thing.
We were once.
We are once.
Once
We are all dust.
Once,
We are all the beginning.
Once,
We are all,  the foundation.
Once,
We can see, we are all needed
Once,
We can hear, we are all our own strength.
Once we accept,  all for who they are, all of what we can be.
Once,
We see truth and strength
In unity.
All is just as import to building a powerful mountain.
Once,
All this,
Then, this rocks dust can rebuild
His majestics mountain of strength.
Ayeshah Jan 2010
Do You know why I stay away,
Put Space Between Us two?
I think you do and it's sad really cuz I really like you,
Like you more than I should and more than I care to admit,
But what gets me is I hate that I fall so hard, fast and easy,
Yet I hold myself way back from letting you In,
Trying & hidding my true feelings,
It's not that I'm scared or anything(lol yeah I am)
I just know that Your not ready
for all that I am,
and All that I can give to you
Which is all that comes with me,
So I stay away and hold my self back,
I speak mostly when spoken to and Only comment a little,
Cuz if I said I want you, And  if I said I'm Yours,
Plus if I said I need you more than you ever could of thought,
I'd probably scare you off,
If you really knew what was going in on in my head,
Like how I want you in my bed,
How I'd hold those strong arms around me
and Rock you til YOU fell fast asleep,
How I'd cook just to watch you eat,
Well I can't say these thing to you,
Cuz if I did then
I'd loose my VERY Best Friend!
Maybe I wouldn't but you see
I'm also some what of a Chicken -
ONLY when it comes to YOU!  
If I told you that I  was in awe with all you do,
What would you say-  what would you do,
If i said Kiss me just slightly on my cheek,
Would you do this and more?
Make me crave even more,
If I said I wanted to be more than your babies momma,
Spend a life time making Us happy,
Keeping you satisfied,
Being your Queen
while letting you be King,
I think about you too often to count,
And its sad really cuz
I can't speak clearly when your around
its like my tongue got tied down,  
What if I told you I once watched you sleep,
Maybe it was just a dream,
Yet I look at your lips  while I fantasy about that body,
I look ad those hand ,
So strong , How I'd let you hold me,
Molding me close to you,
See If I told you these things you'd likely scream ,
Run from me,  
Just maybe huh?  
What I'm unsure of is how can I keep hiding
this burning desire to be more than just your friend,
When I know your not ready,
When I know there isn't room for me,
See  BABY
I notice along time ago that
Your the strong silent type,
The Big soft hearted Giant,
Yet I know your also the type to wreck havoc
when someones Coming with disrespect,
Your a humble Man
and if I had you in the palms of my hands,
I'd cherish all that you are and
Love you for the Man you've already become,
Take you for who you are and Keep us on point,
I know you must hear this a lot, I'm sure I'm not the only one,
To be caught  in your poetic verses,
or shown the many side of your philosophical  greatness,
I know so many women feel as I do,
They too may not have told you,
Maybe some have and just like me they too fantasy about You,
For A man you have  the sexiest ***.
A brain & body to match,
Your words make me crave just one touch,
See I already said too much,
I sound so silly, Imaging me saying how
I really feel or ever saying these things to you,
Funny but when Your around it's like  
I have a speech impediment,
I start talking with a stutter,
How crazy am I
Cuz  I can't "forum"(form) the right words,
I can barely think .
My mind draws a blank.
How would you feel truly; If you knew my feeling
& knew too they  go deeper then you think,
right to the roots,
The very heart of Me,
My soul weeps inside to be touched and concord by only You,  
If ever you were to find out-  
WELL  I think I'd crumble. Fall to my knees,
Cuz Your the essences that gives me peace,
You make me feel like a brand new women ,
Your A gentle-man.
Who Knows How to
really
Treat this Lady(your friend )ME.
You keep me leveled and Don't even know it ,
I wonder how You'd feel if you ever knew.
I'm infatuated, Basically in love with
YOU?!
That's why I'd loose my mind if You Ever Know!
Always me Ayeshah
©1977-2009 Ayeshah(A.K.K.C.L.N)
All rights reserved.
Nelsya Dec 2014
behind the shadow
he follows
the thief girl
she didn't notice
—of course
she was afraid of dark
—at first


and the day came;
the tanks were everywhere,
airplanes high in the air,
people were running,
and she was hidding;
in the shadow,
where there's no light

it was the time they finally met
so he asked her  
how was out there beyond the light
she answered
it was bad

he shakes his head
that's not the answer-
describe it with your own words,
describe it like it is your eyes who speaks.
—he asked for the second time
his eyes are full of curiousity
her mind wonder to the event she saw just then


the flash was everywhere—
—she begin
dark water covered the ground—
—she continues
it was all chaotic and awful—
—then she told him all the stories


soon the loud sound intruded them
her eyes turns so dull
she fell lifelessly
he then saw the red flash on the ground
—so he run
he was no longer bound to the shadow,
he doesn't even know how
and soon he realise there's no more place to hide,
neither in the light nor in the dark
there's no more safe place
and he run;
now he's the guy with no shadow
jeffrey robin Jul 2010
half living...half dead
(something like that)

touching both sides
weighing them well
up and against eachother

as LOVE-ITSELF

i really have nothing to say

i try to convey some wisdom, that 's all

we are really not quite simply
as narscistic as we pretend
to be

so hidden

(usually by false exageration
of filial or "attractive" love)

a hidding place offering
false security

these are but opiates and are
the same

as all the other ones

we talk about

oh well

heading into the
"final inning"

who shall win?

WE DON'T YET KNOW
THE NAME OF THE GAME
We stand in despairity,
Craving some clarity.
Yet too afraid to step out,
& figure it all out.
We stand in the dark,
Hoping life somehow provides a spark.
One bright enough to ignite a path,
Hoping it's one long enough to last.
We stand, hidding in our own,
Shadow. Hidden, alone.

The rays shine down,
Searching for a beautiful soul to surround.
But the flowers, the ocean,
The reality of commotion,
Seem to absorb each ray.
& in each day,
It becomes harder to step out,
Afraid the world will figure you out.
However the fear isn't there, to be exact.
It lies in a more complicated fact.
One we all have faced,
Is allowing ourselves to find our own place.

To step out of our own...
Shadow. To step out alone.
We stand here beneath our own dark side,
To ignortant to admitt, we all hide.
Stand there & question: why its so dark?
How in life, can i make my mark?
Stand there and believe,
That there's a sign that will lead.
A sign that will tell us who we are.
This, however, is farther than the farthest star.
Farther from any truth ever spoken,
Because in life, we are our own token.

So step out of that shadow,
The world isn't that shallow.
Discover the light,
Let your soul shine bright.
Take part in your time,
Life doesn't have a 'rewind'.
October 18, 2010
Curt A Rivard Sr Sep 2012
Dreading to go lay and fall asleep
In the dark is a child’s growing fear
Minute by minute as the time draws near
Wanting the comfort of a familiar voice
Reading a bed time story or singing a gentle lullaby
From someone who is precious, close and dear
Howling wind, rain drops on the panes, rustling leaves,
And scratching branches on the house from the trees
You pray to God for a full moon every night so you can see
And in return you only witness
Shadows’ dancing on the walls in the dark
Fighting with all your might you lose
To nightmares that go long into the night
Wanting a light of some kind it don’t matter
To break to deathly silence
And scare away all the dreams of violence
After covering your corpse with clean white linen
I make sure he walks out before me
So I can then turn your light back on
Just in case you should ever awake
From your eternal slumber and you then
Could find your way out of your temporary tomb
In case of a power outage I also put in your hand till the next
A token of light in your clutches that is made
Of a child’s plastic crucifix and beads
That absorbs light hidding from your sight
And in the darkness it will glow green.

(CARSr 9-28-12)
Yogi Devi Pada Sep 2018
I had everything the world can give but not you,
I was lonely in my heart and no idea what to do,
I was a hero and martyr in front of others,
But hidding my saddness and weakness in many colours.

I've could have stand againt an army alone,
But crying in the night when everyone was gone,
I have no fear for anyone in this world,
But I pray the suffering I've had no one would ever unfold.

You filled my heart with that which was missing,
The first time we were kissing,
I've felt how your soul enters in mine,
Now I'm complete, Oh my Love! ; you made me so Divine.

Maybe everything will finish soon,
But meeting you is my greatest fortune,
Even thought everything might break apart,
Know that I'm greatefully eternal to you in my heart!

And if it doesn't , I swear to God,
I will make you a queen and people will scream your name loud,
I will give you everything that this world can have,
Even beyond and even my heart!
secrets and lies
hidding and cheating
green skies
bad weather repeating
head strong
heart sick
right? or wrong
******* sticks
questions
without answers
reason?:
taking chances
lessons go unlearned
morals left behind
times have turned
nobody's purity shines
naivety crumbled along with chivalry
innocence is bliss
now, who agrees with me...
how'd it come to this ?
January 5, 2010
Paula Swanson Oct 2010
I awoke early this evening,
Just as I had planned.
I wanted to see a sunset.
I wanted....to feel.

As I sit and contemplate
the blisters upon my hand,
I realize the truth.
That ****** hurt!

What was I thinking?
What was I wanting?
What did I expect?
Why did I even seek the sun?

Am I wanting true death?
I don't think so.
Have I outlived my usefullness?
Perish the thought.

I must chalk it up to my love of beauty.
My love of all things mystery to me.
I know my tailor sews my clothes,
but how he comes up with the designs,
is a mystery.

I know my cat is hidding mice
within my lair.  I can smell them, hear them.
This is a mystery as to why she does so.

My latest cloak is mystery itself.
So dark an indigo, as to be night.
The lining so dark a red, as to be blood.
With pockets of every shape and size
sewn within.  Each pocket lined with
butter soft leather.  
There are even places to obscure the presence of a knife.

I have decided it will be my new Mourning cloak.
Worn when dining.  Perhaps a small souvenir tucked here and there within those lovely pockets.
No!  That I will never do.  There are rules and etiquette to be followed.

Ah, the moon shines now upon my desk.
The clock is ticking.  My night time
fun ends quickly.

A last stroke of the quill.  A last kiss upon a mangy, rat smelling head of crystal
and I am off.

~Lord Kellington
Pebbles Feb 2011
To cushion the effects
that life has thrown in your face
To collect in cupboards the memory
of your faceless expression
To televise the news you sent to me
so freely leaving out the best bits
So i could create a world of my own
And the table is laiden with
All the good things money could never buy
Step lightly on the carpet of roses that
I have place for your tender feet to step
oh my there is so much freedom in your smile
I sigh long and hard
not knowing which way you have turned
or which tunnel you are hidding in
I looked around my sitting room and what my eye caught i used in my poem .... the cushion , cupboard , the tv, the carpet oh and the table lol ...was quiet good fun and i think it worked
Jolan Lade Oct 2018
1
Simply just too slow to outrun
34
Had absolutely nothing to worry for
57
About to end in a cliff recession
89
Killed himself while waiting in line
100
Still hidding, still hundted
...98, 99, 100! Ready or not, here I come!
Death-throws Dec 2015
Its good to see your tears are done,
Little kitten,
It hurts me when i see them run.
Ima little smitten,
By the way
Your eyes play
Throughout the day, All sleep, no pay.
Keep hidding behind my toes
(Trust me they'll keep you safe)
Keep bristling against my nose
Whiskers and bells and whistles.
Watching your heart fall like a mistle.
Wishing i put up with the gristle..
I hope you fly
And i hope you dont find out untill you try.
To be taken by surprise and see the world from the sky.
To look down from the clouds and see the sparkles in my eye
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jul 2016
Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft.
My strength and confidence is has been drained,
I have non no more.

Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air.
I feel my self shatter,  
I can feel that am breaking,
I know that i have been splintered
And only love can stir me back into position.

With every piece of debri falling from the sky,
And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas.
I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness.
Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks.

Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness.
Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence,

I keep faking my smile everyday,
Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night.
The only witness present is my sobbered pillow.

Yet like air controllers,  
Those who care seem to wonder
"What on earth has happened to her sparkle?"
"The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey"
"Where has she lost her zeal,
Her love for nature is gone,
What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?"
And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers.

All the answers can only be found by the search rescures,
Maybe somebody out there knows i need help, 
Somebody willing to get all the answers,  i guess...

Somehow i know,
That my heart like a black box lies,  
In the deepest ends of the sea bed.
Unless some one comes and opens it,
I will never really know is wrong with me.
Destre' Oct 2015
unable to think
unable to focus
all to aware that you're there
unforced and undeniable
the connection between us is eleteric
or maybe its just my attraction to you that paulsing
maybe my interest,
maybe this electricity,
is one sided
making my desion to just play it cool, relax, fight it
fight the overwhelming yearn to talk to you
fight the titlewave of over exagerated feelings
every erg
every thought thats telling me to spill my guts
play it cool
i dont even really know you
but as bad as it may be,
in my head i already do
your quiet and to yourself
and i want to know if theres sombody els
that youre hidding beneith the surface
tell me
spill your guts
im not afraid
be that titlewave
let everything youve never said wash over me
and know ill still be there in the end
When the wave has cleared
And debre is scattered
I'll help you pick up the peices
Lorelei Gill Sep 2018
Here's a piece of my mind
A puzzle that is me
I'm a little blind
And all of my thoughts are lost in a sea
But that's a little part of my mind

I seem fierce and confident
But in actuality, I'm the opposite
This mindset is not always constant
Everything in me is like a conglomerate
But that's just a little part of my mind

One minute my mind is a green meadow
The next is a burning forest screaming
Everyone in the afterglow
Meanwhile, I feel I am a nightmare dreaming
But that's just a little part of my mind

Every day I feel my heart-breaking
Craking more little by little
The pain becoming backbreaking
Wanting me to go to a hospital
But that's just a little part of my mind

In the end, on the other hand, I try
With only one savior in the waiting love
I've tried many times to say goodbye
But I can't because of the want, thereof
Hidding the pieces of my mind
Art-Stars Mar 2016
Sometimes thoughts
can't be expressed.
So I'm wondering
how poetry
is full of
human's darkest
thoughts
with meaningless meanings.
I want to be like poetry
and learn what the souls of humanity
are hidding.
Robin Jul 2013
Cockroaches live in my room
Hissing at night
Hiding in the corners and cracks
Always there
But during the day
Still hiding
But forgotten
~

I only have so long before I come home
And those cockroaches are showing themselves more and more,
They are not so forgotten during the day.
Hidding in the the corners and cracks
Quietly hissing
In my ear.
Clouding my thoughts

I try to find them
But they were born to hide
And I am the seeker
And yet I can't seem to find
Those hissing,
Hiding,
Cockroaches.
Sam Miller Jan 2018
Daisy remind me of when i
sleep
A reminence of a more peaceful place
A world created from what we bury to deep
A good way to hide whats
truely on the face
But the problem with daisys is there the same as dreams
They die maybe in a few years or even a few days
Reviling the demons and what they mean

Poppies remind me of the war thats been
The hidding of a horrible tradgerdy and the millions it destroys
The mothers and fathers who will Miss there teens
Just to protect the rich's
choir boy
Popies remind me of a world of war
And the millions of people distraught

Roses remind me of
society
Beautiful on top with thorns underneath
Rips at your skin just to pull you down, with gravity
Picked from the crowed slowly destroyed to make someone else care free
Roses reminded me of society destroying you slowly till your unseen
Akira Chinen Jan 2016
No one likes the ******* truth
No one wants to be reminded of
The monster we've let ourselves become
The horribly murders of innocence
The terrible teeth gnawing at the flesh of our own children
The gluttonous hounds devouring nature and wildlife for parking lots and imaginary cures
The ghastly drones of war and profit
Acheving nothing more than an anemic effort at faking compassion
Tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
Cheap paint on posters
Clever words behind "hashtags"
5 seconds of our time
To ease our minds and let us ease back to our comfy little lives
Where we can ignore the ******* truth
As we sip our overpriced coffee and teas with fancy names
Writing pretty prose for pretty things
Soaking our indifference in cheap perfume
As if hidding the monster under our skin
Will erase the world of our sins
So let me write another poem
Of my favorite muse
Her undying beauty
Her vivid soul
The promise of her lips
The heaven hiding between
her hips
How my heart will always
unknowingly be hers
But she will never be the one sleeping
by my side
And I will crumble and fade and my
body will return to dust
As my heart lives on
Being madly and wildly and
Impossibly in love
Because that would be easier
Than writing about the
******* truth
I can't say I don't write, but I couldn't honestly call myself a writer.  I say that in the sense that I have no idea what I'm doing when I write.  I am grateful for all the compliments on my last entry, I almost forgot to write it.  The words were bouncing around in my head as I was driving to get something to eat and when I arrived I had forgotten it completely.  I started drawing while I was waiting for my food and continued to draw after I ate.  Then before leaving some of the words came back and I jotted them down.  They felt... ok?... I didn't perceive them as my best, but I rarely do with any of my work.  And I'm not a critic so what would I know... and like I said earlier I'm not a writer either.  Maybe I just see more beauty in the ugly truths of the world because their more often ignored.  I do belive in hopes, and dreams, and magic, and most importantly love (and I am and always will be madly and wildly and impossibly in love with my favorite muse...) but I fear what the world will become if we continue to ignore the ******* truths...
jeffrey robin Sep 2010
and she doll lover
loves
with immortal hopes of infinity

i see the broken life and the street
where dreams are surely born to die

and  she doll lover
loves
with infinite pain and is hidding
in some sweaty bedroom
upstairs

above the deli in one room
a bed
no sheets

and she doll lover remembers
youth but has forgotten
youth is only eternal
and forever

and she has
grown old

for she has lived broken doll dreams

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well
so much for yesterday

brave today

know tomorrow


well
so much for yesterday

brave today

know tomorrow

and probably
we'll meet
Ashish P Pradhan Jul 2012
I tried to kiss
A magical trance that surrounds
Empty streets that share a light
A zippo with the color of the sky glowing..

Adhere something ridicule
A state where all is untrue
Like acknowledging a mirage
N Not having a clue

Seasons change with time
But always plan to suprise
With Beautiful gestures of nature
Hidding all the lies..

Speed can impress time
Convince treasures were never lost
Guide opinions that make believe
True love is real at any cost..

When you walk through a line
That divides trust and pleasure
Lie to the world
So many ******* ways, the world has.
Paul Roberts Nov 2010
I have spiraled this way to the ground before.
From the highest pinnacle of happiness
to be crashed on failures rocky shores.
The taste of emptiness, bile of reject.
The pain of a heart torn from my chest.
I have felt all of these way before you could speak.
Now you have laid these  same feeling on me.
I am not a newcomer to this way , I know what to do.
I have walked in the shadows long before you.
To maintain my sanity I have Black and White,
cross neither of these lines and I sleep well at night.
My heart is an *****, a God given gift.
Though I may feel like dying, I know I still live.
Me still living ..well that's the Black and White...
for if I feel pain...I know Iam still alive!
They say one day knowledge will come.
All that was said will be undone.
I  cover this thought with a pain hidding smile
I had these same thoughts as I raised you woman from a child.
They say it is sad that no words from me  to you part.
I say it is best to remain silent , only speak with my heart.
If you can not see what your actions have wronged,
then I feel such a fool  to have trusted the bond.
They say if you love it, let it be free...
if it returns ..then it was to be.
I say a Father never lets go..
for if she must run, he becomes the road.
If she must fly, he becomes her wings.
If she is in danger , he becomes the steel.
You may  deny your status , cut family ties..
but a Father is a Father till the day that he dies.
Paul Roberts. Turn the Page
Madeleine May 2019
Many colors
Many shades
Morning and night
More colors than day
Daytime rays break through
The giant cotton *****
Hidding the light
But pop with color
The light falls
Striking the highest points
Nightime comes
and the light goes
and many smaller lights appear

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