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JV Knight Mar 2013
I am done crying
and death is my state.
To the fate of hollow cacti I can relate.
Surprising is this,
Since I thought the grim reeper
Would ooze out with the dew of my purging
Like mucus during a cold.

My spirit is a barren desert with nowhere to go.
There,
The Saguaro Cactus have
No choice
But to be rooted in the
Dusty dross of the land in the desert.
Laiden with thorns.
If they shed their tears, they die.
I know this is a shitload of self loathing and pitty, but I feel it's appropriate since poetry is a way to vent your feelings. Post Script, just in case you're curious, I'm doing alright now. L-: all is well.
A hole in my heart was plugged by an iceberg.

A portion of my soul leaked through the lack of solid grounds…

The connections lost

I run from the dangers

Caused by the reeper’s death hounds.

Pieces of me reconstructed along my travels..

A puzzle completed

as the insanity unraveled.

The kind souls whom I met along my way

lit the fire that opened my heart to a warmer day.

Open to the world

The juices of promise filled the empty spaces of my soul…

The “Chicken Soup” for a broken soul.
Jordan Collins Feb 2021
He who is dark,
Walks the tallest.
He who is light,
Walks the smallest.
He who is dark,
Talks the loudest.
He who is light,
Talks the most modest.
Memorial Remains
What particles of visual and the glory days
Left on this floppy disc inserted of the lost days
Here it loads
and such does the feelings in weird and wild ways.
Take it for what it is
a glory kept for the falling soldier and his remaining family
who has memory stored like a computer
however, the Human feeling part remains.
So define it as you wish.
These scraps of data, excuse me, "Memories.."
they still are celebrated and retold the best in the ways in which we can in "Life's Drama Part."
Now, as the audience remembers, this is the start.
Of what is left. Years later
As the brain strains
to recall the memories flashed from many years of missing and surviving after that one had fallen
So, to the next chapter to write of survival
Only the power of self-preservation is what constraints
from one to jump aboard
the Grim Reeper's Train.
Memorial Day Poem. We miss you, Leo Kappler of The Naval Peacekeepers and Helping both sides in the Korean Conflict.
CJ Sutherland Sep 2017
Promises to keep; yet
Death is beating at my door
Rock myself to sleep
What Am I living for
when all I do is
Weep, weep, weep
Longing for life once more
   Promises to keep
The grim Reeper is keeping score
From my destiny chance; leap
Family, friends; ignored
All I want to do is
Sleep, sleep, sleep
   Promises to keep
No pain I implore
Please end it ever more; worrying
   Promises to keep
Upon the cold bare floor
Walking with Jesus once more
   No more promises to keep
In peace, I shall sleep
Cancer was a wake up call I'm fine now but those were dark days
Strength is taking in another breath.
Enduring countless tears.
Through the worst of it all and never playing dice with the reeper and losing to death.
It's cheering on your opponent when you lose a game to them.
Shaking hands and never submitting to revenge.
It is giving back to the community
Even when it is not money.
The talent I give to shine light on a failing world
To let them taste another's kindness like spoons of sweet honey.
It's having the patience to wait for better things to happen
Rather than jumping at the less of the light
Which shined for the wrong reasons.
Ending up turning your back on the truer tomorrows
And to your comrades, excepting to commit treason?
We all have hearts that beat...we are never alone.
Just a hello to a stranger and acceptance of the action that betters two instead of the one...
Well that makes a treat split for two dogs to enjoy a bone.
Michael John Apr 2
-there is enough space
enough rope
many ways
love and hope

there are enough days
isotope-
nice word
now, legalized dope

in germany!
course,
there will be teething problems-

how to say that?!
i remember down the reeper bahn
you could walk into a bar
and buy a spliff-

so what´s the difference
i don´t know
have a dance man..
forget about it..

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