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Erenn Aug 2015
I used to soar high above the skies
Taking flight to anywhere in sight
Grazed upon lighting that almost killed me
My wings deigned in defeat as I bleed
But this heart are my wings of steel
Mettle armored with my will
To never giving up
**And to fly again
It's never too late.
Francie Lynch Aug 16
When she said, Don't talk to me,
She lost some of her voice.
Then I heard, Don't look for me,
She gave no other choice.
Don't touch, I have no feelings,
You make my skin crawl,
Don't expect a pick up,
If you pick up to call
.

But I still smell her everywhere:
The shampoo used on her hair;
The bedsheets where we lay bare;
The fragrance of her festive tree;
Her aromatic herbal teas;
The lilies she could grow in sand,
Are sensational in my memory glands.
RIP
Kurt Carman May 2017
In this space and time that we call memories,

Eyes closed tight…we wince to recall special moments long gone.

Some, we merely exist to relive, and others are meant for painful lessons learned.

Strumming through the cob webs, we coerce ourselves through this jaded door,

Only to find, this time, a feeling of remorse followed by expressions of grief.



Like a bank account, we deposit memories daily,

Some are easily recalled and others are over and done.

It’s those memories that reside within our hearts that cause special remembrance,

And miraculously, we have the ability to morph these from anguish to memories of tranquil joy!

*Sending a smile and all my love to you…….. I’ll be watching for you in the stars.
Shlomo Oct 2018
Emerging economies.

What they’re emerging from I don’t know.

My guess, the depths of hell.

From the frying pan, right into the fire, or worse; a well.

A deep hole stronger than gravity, the force.

To be forever under the thumb of remorse.



A modern era of endless acts, policies and bla bla bla.

Shut up with all your platitudes.

I see what’s really going on. Aha!

You speak of sustainable development.

Nice to know that you’ve led by example.

Carried the mantle for all these years.



Centuries of ruthlessness, now veiled in sheep’s clothing.

But you won’t shut up. Because you don’t speak.

You never have. You just do.

Each day that goes by, you carry on anew.

Behind all the talk of hope, equality and more progress,

it seems the wolves are lurking.



Cooking up the next tool to subdue countless.

This time, not behind closed doors. But in plain sight.

It’s scary to imagine such spite.

Each year that goes by it becomes clearer that you never cared.

You sold guns, drugs and all kinds of war.

And each time, you kept coming back for more.



You’ve built up antibodies that ensure your survival.

But sometimes I wonder if you’re alive at all.

But what do I know?

Maybe you’re more alive than ever.

Doing what you do best but always more clever.

That not even the most stable of geniuses can evade your pressure.



A strong enough foundation that each break makes you stronger,

So strong that not even the Gremlin can take you under.  

Against this dreary background, foregrounded is nothing short of magical.

Beyond hope, prayers or a thoughtless radical.

Or maybe this is all just fake outrage.

An attempt to evade the boredom of this endless monotony and baggage.



Or maybe, the term is out of date.

Like every other, that makes me increasingly more irate.

In which case, this poem is at least ten years late.

Or maybe there are too many maybes’.

And I’m perfectly suited for this time of vague uneasiness and indifference.

In which case, my imagination probably needs more sociology and less a lesson in rhymes.
Piano backed narration @ https://anchor.fm/shlomotion/episodes/Emerging-Economies-e1s1a6
maggie W Oct 2018
Winter snow, crispy leaves in fall
It's you it's him but none are my business

Love , hate and remorse
Weeks, months and years
Irretrievable moments we own

The syllables in my throat
The words dangling by my lips

Wind of fall, twirling leaves
The thoughts dancing as we stroll down the road

Spring blossom, lingering cold and chunky coat
Remnant snow, rosy glow and kids on the Mall

You are my most ridiculous romance

Love, hate and remorse .
to fall and to mike.
Diana Garcia Jul 2018
And now I can get over you the way I should have
Knowing I didn’t do all that I could have
Now I can wallow in regret
Cause my ego had done nothing but bring me dread.
Remorse.
It’s my own fault my hearts so coarse
Now you have two daughters with her
For better
For worse
This whole time I thought I was cursed
But I was just getting ready to ride the hearse
In a hurry to be buried
I’ve done my worse
This is all new
This part ain’t rehearsed  
You went from not even crossing my mind
To being  featured in my verse
It hit me like a ton of bricks
I hope this feeling
Ain’t the type that sticks

If my man finds out
He’ll have a fit
He’ll pick a corner for me to sit
Like a piece of furniture
But I guess this is what I get..
Therapy.. can’t kive with it.. can’t  live without it..


#pastlove

At least I’ve gained some perspective
Sam Mar 2018
Her skin was pale
Like the moon kissed by a midnight sky
Snake-bite piercings
Blessed her catastrophic smile
Beauty beyond conception
Beauty in it's purest form

Our lips met in the glow of stagnant stars
A moment of serenity
Met by utter shock
Something was amiss
I tasted poison in her kiss
Her eyes locked on mine
Sinister yet so divine
There was no escape
As she bit my lip

Dropping to my knees
She ignored all of my pleas
An angel of the night
Set on sending me below
Tears I need not weep
She consoled my every dream

She took the life from me
Singing lullabies ever sweet
I climbed into my coffin
The minute her gaze met mine
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
I see you!
You’re a chancer, an unusual impulsive, persuasive & promiscuous women; unconcerned with remorse or guilt!
You’ve created a life & career through crazy schemes and dreams!
You have a certain glib, superficial charm and an impressive sense of self-worth and I liked that !
If only you’d had the ***** to formally introduce me to the genuine you, without fear of rejection!
You Fool!
X
A stark reminder of just how far you penetrated my heart & mind!
I have to remind myself that your hearts as cold as ice.
Brokk66 Jun 2018
she ignores me still,
the wonderous girl
who stole my heart.
she said...
she would love me forever,
no matter what.

she lied.

I am living proof,
that lies are believable
for I believed...
in her...
and in us.

she failed me,
and let me down,
when i needed her the most.
******* i needed her!

do not believe
that love is beautiful...
for it is false,
and indifferent,
and malignant.

i believed,
and look at me now...
telling all of this to you
strangers,
who don't care.

she lied, and i suffer.
she betrayed our promise,
and that is...
unforgivable.

need i say more?
Keiya Tasire Jun 8
She saw him in awaking dream.
Standing with his head hung low.
She, his mother asked, “Son, Is there something on your mind?”

He replied, “There is.”

“What is it? “

“I've been crying.... ”

“Son, what are your troubles?”

Wiping his tears
He cried,  “I caused so much pain.
I can't fix it.
I don’t know what to do...”

Her tears joined his, and cried together
Hugging, swaying,  gently rocking.

She looking over his shoulder  
A white Light began to part the clouds of rain.

“Son, have you gone to the Light?”

He said “No" with his head on her shoulder
Asking forgiveness
He cried a river of tears.

Her heart melted with love, "Let your troubles wash away. "

"How can I bear  the Light?
I murdered me! I took my life! ”

Soothing his brow, she reminded him of his sickness
His depleted body
His tired soul.
The isolation he endured
And his desire - not to be a burden
She spoke of her deep love
Acceptance and appreciation

“Son, I am deeply grateful.
You came to me with
Your sorrow, your pain, your regret, your love.
You fill me with understanding."
You  brought  my worries relief.
Washing away my pain
You fill my heart with gratitude.
Please, embrace the joy we shared together
The sweet memories.

Heart to heart
Mother & Son hugged in understanding
In forgiveness of their misunderstandings
In the joy of acceptance, gratitude, unconditional love.

"Son, Do you see The  Light?
It is opening for you"

He looked up from their embrace,  
Sighed and simply said, "Yes."

"Peace be always yours, my dear son."

"Will you forgive me?
I was so lost
Lost in deceptions
Lost in hurt
Lost in pain.
My heart became hard.
I can not bear that I broke your heart."

"Son, please forgive me too.
I  feel like I let you down.
I did not know how to reach you.
I cried when I saw the webs that snared you.
Again and again, I reached out and failed.
I could not reach you. I lost you.'
Her heart sank into pain and sadness.

"Mom, your understanding fills my soul.
Because, the truth has opened our hearts."

The Light spoke,
"Be love. Let it go!
The blame, shame, self judgment,
Self doubt
The sadness and fear.
Standing among their ancestors
He stretched out His hand.

"Mom, What do I do?”

Pray with intention
Connect with your heart

Her son spoke to the Light
"Please, forgive me.
I have been deceived
Please Bring me Home to the Safety of Your Arms"

And The Light opened His arms,
"Come unto me, my son."

She looked deeply into her son's eyes
"May my love go with you.
You will always be in my heart
Thank you for laughter.
Thank you for our memories.
Thank you for calling me your 'Akela.'
My Heart is full.
You have touched my life with your love.
Be happy. Be open to Love.”

It was an eternity, within a moment.
That they shared together
Their last embrace.  
Looking into his eyes
He smiled
Then turned and walked toward The Light.
Light's, love opened His arms,
“Welcome Home.
I have been waiting for you....”

And the words of a song danced through their hearts
Oh, no more crying
Oh no more troubles
All has been washed way.....
:My son passed in 2017. This is a dream I had of my son and I, after he passed.
In my dream, he did not want to leave his siblings and I before he could fix the pain he had seen in each of us due to his death. He was feeling guilt, remorse, and wanted to fix the pain he had caused before allowing himself to go to the Light. In this dream we talked and I saw him go to the Light. I share this because I know I am not the only one in life who has felt this pain. I wish to bring a measure of comfort and a gift of understanding and healing.
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
When the moth no longer meditates on the cloth
When the fish fails to flit when it’s caught
When the calling crickets lose the will to whip up noise
When the eagle’s eagerness is evaporated along with poise
When all of nature neglects itself, adrift on its track
You’ll know for sure those feelings aren’t coming back
When that spark flickers feebly before flailing out
Always Ally Sep 2018
Sweet dreams of lost ones
Those who we can no longer find
                                 A place to be safe
                                 Hoping you will be fine
                                             Trying hard to breathe
                                              Not knowing what will last
                                                     But the future will be brighter
                                                        ­                The past is just the past
V liv Nov 2018
I feel it all
or I feel none
either a little too deep
or a little too shallow

Shame
yet no remorse
Love
yet no delight
Overwhelmed
yet perfectly fine

What are emotions
but labels we place on indescribable chemical reactions
ambiguous and ambivalent
Both and yet neither

All and yet None
annieohk Aug 7
Phone calls that are never made
Notes that aren’t written
Gentle words left unsaid
So wrapped up in my own little life
I don’t see the tears
Or hear the heart cries of others
So many what ifs, so many regrets
Hindsight is always twenty twenty
But foresight is blind
Like cold eyes on a statue
That never see the world around
Trips will be planned but never taken
Beds will be neatly made
Never to be slept in again
Front doors will be locked
But that threshold won’t be crossed any more
Clothes will be bought but never worn
A gift received but never opened
A whisper of love not given
A warm hug not shared
So many things we leave unfinished
When we leave this world
It’s true that tomorrow is not promised
So why do I live as though it is?
When death comes calling
Those left behind will ask
Why didn’t I do more
Why didn’t I say more
Why didn’t I hold your hand longer
You know how much I love you
But I should have shown it more
I thought we’d have more time
I thought we had more tomorrows
Some times I think people die
To show us how to live
For my sweet sister Mary who passed away 3 weeks ago today. I miss her so very much...... ***** cancer!
Lizzy Oct 2014
My words, becoming literal.
I'm losing grip on deeper thoughts,
I wish I could find something more
But darkness fills my deepest caves.

I cannot mask my blunt remorse,
Unsatiated hungry thoughts.
I try so hard but I am weak,
My dusty bones can't hold my weight.

I am a force to all I love,
A burden they cannot hold up.
I'm sorry I am much too frail,
But you don't have to keep me safe.

There's something wrong inside my head,
I keep on wishing I was dead
Jewel Jan 5
All we had all had to die 
l never could truly understand why 
I wonder if you know how much brighter the stars shine from your almond eyes 
Whenever I see you walk by I see that cool July  
Your beautiful smile makes me redo when it was mine  


For in my eyes,  
I keep reversing time 
In bed I lie going back to our July every summer night 
You and I wrapped in each other tight 
you and I gazing at the sunny blue sky 
Later came with our first kiss under warm Jamaica Summer rain 


Quick drops hitting fast and faster 
Your lips so warm and tender 
Baby, I pull and pull you closer 
By reliving our love over and over 

Drowning deep in the island breeze 
I remember but quickly forget to breathe 
Isn't it funny how special memories can creep in their sleep 
Tiny embers that can suddenly make a flame 
Always taking you by surprise just like the Jamaica Summer rain 

In my eyes,  
I keep reversing time 
In my heart, there an emptiness still resides  
I can hear it cry every summer night The more I long to see the stars in your almond eyes 
Is the more I'm again with them underneath that sky 
Feeling you again with that island breeze 
Continues but remains only in my sweetest dreams 

You’ll never know this kinda pain 
Of wondering if it touches her the same whenever she's covered in warm Jamaica Summer rain
I welcome feedback guys!
Despite myself I find myself,
Thinking about you again,
You don’t make sense to me,
But the rhythm of your thoughts are predictable now,
Someday will never come,
And my dear,
Someday we'll be together again,
Perhaps I say that just to leave you happy,
To leave you in power,
Because I can sustain most damage,
Or at least I've yet to meet my maker,
And maybe then I can play the victim,
And maybe then that means I think you are fragile,
And maybe then I'm a cowered,
And maybe then I’m a sexist,
But I can’t control why or what,
With you
With you,
Not again

It’s time I accept the past as valid
Accept the past happened,
Accept it was real,
And move on.
Jule Jul 27
A disconnect,
When they look through -
Rather than to.
An aching feeling
When one departs -
The understanding of
A world apart.
O fast day that trembles at the sight of Moon -
when will your warm arms bend again
the night's thick armor
that shades the world of joyous muse?
 
It is most facetious in its illusion,
that renegade of pale indifference,
when daylight dwindles and leaves more to imagine
than can be seen with naked eye.
 
Beneath the gaze of Her taunting face,
people do not walk as done in light -
suddenly, trudging and stumbling are the hip style.
Faces covered in guilt, remorse, fatigue -
all the things Sun can wash away with a simple,
lucid grin.
 
If brightest light were set ablaze in midst of night,
would not the people be plucked from false sanctuary
which darkness so convincingly provides?
Then many a Lost could be freed;
if only to see clearly through effervescent haze.
 
O blessed Sun!
With your arousal, Truth and Freedom will also reprise -
until again that blank stare casts its malevolent glow on
Delusion.
Prose from a street-lit bench.
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