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Mercury Chap Apr 2015
It was a lovely afternoon
When I felt dizzy and soon
Started to feel as if my chair's moving
I looked up at the pendant hanging
Freely and also dancing
Back and forth
It wasn't just me who was moved
It was the earth and the whole building hoofed
Back and forth
One slip of plate
And it moved the whole earth.

It was mild
I hoped it won't go wild
Calling for my loved ones
I ran to the ground
People hustling, steps making a panic sound
From the eighth floor I felt it stopped
But as if it read my mind, earth again rocked
More than I've ever felt before
We all hustled downstairs in case it got wilder more
Old people, children running,
Mothers, scared, panicked, scooting.

Down the building everyone waited
Till the earth slowy bated
And stopped in a sudden motion
We were glad it wasn't that strong
Back to home, we all scurried
Switched on our televisions in a hurry.

Though the earth was soft on us
There were places where everything was crushed,
Homes, offices, families destroyed
Everything because of simple but strong
Back and forth
What is happening in the world?
Is it the human being which the earth loaths?
Can we call it natural destrustion or human destruction? Does the earth want to vanish us? Does it loath us? Are we the reason for all this destruction?
Arreonna Frost May 2016
Fall is like death.
Like bipolar.
You gradually fade away,
then you are completely gone.
Falling!
Swaying in the wind,
as you hit the ground.
Brittle.
Easy to crumble.
Dying!
Your colors use to be so bright,
so vibrant,
and alive.
Joyous!
Then...
Your colors begin to fade.
One by one.
Reds,
Oranges,
Yellows,
then browns...
Your life is now dull,
brittle,
fragile,
and dead...
like the colors of the leaves.
Face it,
you are dying inside.
Fading away.
Piece by piece.
You eventually,
come back.
Slowy begin to grow,
and get your color.
Your vibrant colors...
You feel on top of the world,
for a short while.
But...
All it takes,
is that down state,
to go crumbling,
to the ground again.
To die,
and fade away....
November 2015
Joyce Jan 2016
So early this
Sunday morning.
Birds are singing.
Big church bells
I hear ringing.
My bed feels so cozy.
Pull my blanket over
my shoulder.
Turn around before
I get colder.
Love this slowy waking up.
Drink my coffee while
it's nice and hot.
The sun is shining through
my window.
Shines and give my skin
such a warm glow.
Time will pass along the way.
Wishing you all a sunny Sunday.
Rishi Bharat Sep 2010
The country road like  poet’s fancies unravels
Through the   giant hanky- sized paddy fields
And  the dream  sized ponds
Dotting  the landscape
in perfect  squires and riots of skewed and regular shapes
The green spread and the muddy beds, spell the village beauty.

Parrot green fields
And  stark blue skies  look at each other
In perfect silence, like mother and babe
And a   great , grey house  exposing its ragged bricks,
Bared like  the buck tooth of the old
Provokes a  village memory

Past picking itself slowy and ambling into the future
Its wooden columns
stand like mute  exclamation marks!
or so it may  look to me.
Flies  the  skidding scaly tarred  snake  
Fast and spreading like the traveler travelling on it.

Patchy it looks, now;  
And  full like the  misery  of the scorned lover
Eager like  the  maiden speech of a parlimentarian  
The country road, runs  fluid like a stream after the rains.
As the rustle of the engine   trips and   falls
into the  divine  air.

A  roaming peacock calling adds  charm to the great whole  fare
A winged beauty, struts across
Nudged by the sputtering , speeding me.
The exotic avian   attains the hedges galore
With its   metal blue  feathery strangeness blurred in my glancing eye
A species rare, found only in ornithologists diary.

A  clamour in the  air
And the   school boys emerge in buddy pairs
Beneath the  village banyan
That  let loose its tresses to dry like a country maid.
I see, a promising glint in their eyes
The  will make themselves of  king and ministers of the modern days


The  sonority of ringing bell  
clubs the cacophony of school boys  in into two dead parts.
They return to their classes, sanctified by the silence,
And open their minds to the feminine vocie.
A Glorious moment ,
As the  morn of wisdom is born

Rich are the sightings of poor country side
And many are the mappings on the way,
My sensibilities recouped,
I drove back
not spent
But profound.


sound.
Escalus Sep 2014
Tick
        Tock
Tick
        Tock
Tick...
Oh, how agonizing and stressful the clicks of a clock are.
Tick
       Tock
Tick
       Tock...
And oh, how the the conversation in the room around me are taxing.
Tick
      Tock
Tick...
The Smiles, the laughter
Tick
       Tock...
You tell me to wait, that everything will work out, there's nothing to blame.
Tick...
But baby, patience is a virtue I've never been able to claim.
Tock.
Have you ever held so much of something that causes the things you wish not to see in those you love?

Have you ever held a pain that isn't even yours in some cases?

have you ever held on to it so that it doesn't slip and take out such a beautiful tragedy of those you love?

That if you slipped and allowed just an ounce of this pure and refined substance to hit the open air that it would be instantly absorbed into the psyche and physical bodies of all those around you , thus causing them to convulse in agony and gut wrenching pain?

Have you ever felt this could be even close to how you have felt before?

As if once they get the tiniest taste of their own creations and manipulations results, they would fall, so far and hard they would not see the way out of such dire deeds and sad and abusive ways and pains of the causes and causation's, the outcomes of the thrusted busted, go away's, leave me be's, the I don't care about you's, you are a fool's, you are stupid, stop annoying me's, oh here watch this one, they will break , so laugh as loud at them as you can's? can you see what I am saying?  in short all the truly horrible things we all , including me, myself and I, do, when we hurt, are confused, or some how, loose our way in this confounded maze we seem to find ourselves lost in.

Is it enough to allow them to taste the fruit of their leaves of the trees they planted on our mother womb as our father feeds them lovingly, knowing these seeds are wrong?

is it enough? would describing it be enough to cause the pin to be realized if only an imaginary trend of a friends busting the illusion for a crafted grafted second, in hopes to say, stop and look, we are all dieing if we continue this way...... but so many of us, carry these pains like a badge of **** honor, like we are singlehandedly saving the very souls of those whom we don't even know, at times, that is... when the pain and isolation isn't too much to bare, and we don't end up lashing out and creating sorry *** little seeds of trees we then drop along our mothers womb as father lovingly tends to mothers needs, as if we are johnny apple seed in the garden of plenty and abundance all like where is my coffee!!!!????? like i have been a time or two?

Would it be enough for me to change, much less you? maybe, seems we are all stuck on a revolving Russian roulette of, "you first jack, then we will see if my *** antiees up all in..." for we all seem to be in this oh so, silly Mexican stand off as illustrated by Marshall Mathers in the "*******" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHi-IjsilSw

Cause this silly little thing, is ME, and it is You, yet, am I holding you correctly, by saying ***** it, its me and not you? or is this **** thing on backwards and in roman numerals? cause situation is all jacked up, from the floor up if we fail to see that , I and others who are pain eaters, or, what ever you choose to call us, for we are all full, just look about you, and see all the love is flowing but some of the most daring and beautiful ones are slowy fading, falling, wasting away cause we are too **** pridful to say, **** this not today, I will not hold your ****, this is your **** you take and feel it, I am rather in the clear and am shorting myself the love I truly need to breath, but, I am such a freak and a lover of you all, that I ****** this crap back up denying you the ability to even grab your **** from me, and I horde it hide it and die in it faithfully, for I said I would and my word means everything. but, Now I find so many begging me to release it, let it be, let it go and even if fools fall the **** over dead from the shock of the shame and pain they have graced us all with but we have not had to bare, do go dropping like flies, then that is okay, as I stand shocked, appalled and *******, cause we are to save them all **** it. yeah... says who, son? is all I hear any more. says who son? who said they could make it to such a place of pleasure, leisure, construct, invention, visionary, oh, my how we are to truly shine , shine, be and play? who told you this anyway? and I stand silent, speechless, and rather dumbfounded in my lack of afraid. for they are right. ****, it,, they are right, again.. for to be able to truly and finaly bew able to grasp, grokk, totally and truly rock this truth of movement and this transmogrification of station and situtations where we oh so are to truly play and live like life truly exists, we must let go and let bare the being that was, is, and wont be there. yet here i am, still stuck in a silence of judgement pending, standing in a hall, holding up the line cause I refuse to let go of this which is holding me from the true garden and my possible real soul mate, whom ever they maybe, all because I am so affraid of feeling the lose of even the hated, and hatful of thee, ?.. and why? why are so many of those bauetigul people like me, doing this very thing? so many of us became sin eaters simply out of need, and we eat the sins of others, and eneded up, sinning ourselves, simply to deal with the burdon of the pain... what , in the world were we thinking? , well, we were thinking, what a shame, and we were thinking, why do we not know how to help or deal with all this over whelming pain, why atre we burdoned so? and why must , i let go of the only think I have ever known, eating this sin, that became my identity and my reason to be, and now you ask, me to strip myself of me, of this child laid bare for all the world to see, as I fall apart, is that what it is you wish to see? for this is what will happen when I no longer bare the sin of you and you and you, for mine have been forgiven from what I understand for laying no blame upon no man for the sin I consumed of man, and I am not alone in this endeavour or relieaf, that is if I can muster the foolish courage to let it go, and watch as you all, fall, fall, fall, of your own pains, but I say this, as I have said before, as  child I said it and thousands of times in my life, you do not have to fall so far, just except what ypou have caused and bare it and do the equal and truly triple the opposite and love, see, for me to take such a chance, such a leap of faith and risk, my falling by my creations of feeling watching you fall from your own pains, in turn causing me to fall the same, , but I say, you do not, for if as I said I do this, and risk, then you do the same and love again, as you did before you remembered how to hurt..... before you learned how to hurt inside, before you realized, you die each time the pain lives inside... for you were never a sin eater, but I can and am telling you how to digest your sins, so you don't fall, so far and possibly fail and well, bye.. you must bare you harm and except it as real and them manifest the loving and caring truth that nullifies the harm and corrosive acridness and become, alkaline a base , so base your love in truth and harmony, and resonate out of the hate and misery, for, I do understand what it is I must do, but it all truly, like I said a thousand times, depends on you, and yes there is a possibility that you could bring me to my death by focusing on never getting out, but lets not kid each other son, I will not be loosing, and why risk the guarantee of you never being with the life of us, only so you can attempt to bring me or others down? for it makes no sense, and is not of the flow and growing of life and is not abundant, so, swallow all the fear and doubt, that pain and acid that you spit out, and except it for it is the reality you created and we sin eaters swallowed and held so as to limit your harm, and many of us, did this from birth and never truly knew what we did wrong to end up with such a work load if you get my drift. but my soul is clear, on this, and wqell, I must start laying this down, and by doing so, I need not grace you with a sound or a jot or tittle, but the facts that you may or may not find life get a little different, but This is not for me to say, for it is simply close and time for me to let it all go and look for the truth as my ownn naked frozen child deep inside shivers , but, I know this, no matter the loss, no matter the cost, no matter the choices that will be chossen due to tempral placement and how limited the view is from where we are, that I will be okay, and most of my people are already across, in fact, I think I am one of the few still stupidly here, begging and causeing such a scene, but, I suppose they are right, "if you have not chossen your own ways, by now, then what makes you think anyone should wait for you to realize there is no tomorrow once we move forward.. and well, I hope to wake and each time I wake, love be closer and closer to me and this horror and this lies deciet and hate, be a none existant, reality, for me, or anyone else ready to make that change. and you still can, but, um, if time is running out on the elect, then um, maybe time is running out on you and me so, we better get this thing going, and make a stand , a choice, and eat out own **** and swaet out love and all things worth growing and knowing. for the information is a seed that is the key, if you know, then it is time to unload, that seed so it can be a tree, for spring has sprung and we are about to be leaving and blooming some **** fine leaves, and flower, ohh, so, unless you are the dead and decayed bark that we are about to shed, litterally, then it is time to become a blossom, and swallow your own deeds and devulge the information that setts so many others free, you will be saving lives, and the livfe you save might just freaking be your own. no I mean this jack. and, I love you, but I can not keep holding this, for most of it is not mine, and I soon hope to be resigned from the possition of rather high ranking in the sin eating department, "Jesus is number one there, and I am not in the tier, but you can beat me, so swallow you sin and push out the freedom and love, the truth that sets the rest of the tree free from this infestation cause we wont **** the tree, but we continue like this and the tree of life we wont see either, for we will fall away and away to never be again, make your choice, cause I have Purple Hearts to Bloom baby, and blue and white stripes on my flower, for I am a full purple blue moon, , hope to see you there, and if you hurt son, sorry, but it is time, so, take my advice and swallow and shed and do deeds that save lives and loves.  Yes I know I am slow, ven my mother said so, in the scanned images, see, poems, though he is"slow?"  yeah, thanks ma.. lol, smile, I hope I see here , she, finally free of all the harm done her and forgiven, for I forgave her long long ago, I love and respect my mother, for she gave me these bones of gold, and at 14 she did better than many, with such a prize package like me.
Candlebox-Far Behind
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4QL0L9fgbg
yes i just might be that high in my sin eating ways and abilities, but then again only the fool hearted care to dare all and any attempts to find you thinking and living and not seeding an evil tree, so, don't , love, live, and finally remember and be free.
Peter Cullen Jun 2014
We lay here as the night sets sail,
as that darkness falls away.
Underneath the dying night,
waiting for the beckoning light.
The stones that rest beneath our backs,
rounded by the years and tides,
how they make us both relax,
filtering our thoughts and fears.
Being close to nature.
Being close to you,
these they are the moments,
the ones that draw me near to you.
The moments that resist confusion,
slowy.......... filtering the truth!
A thought once it has blossomed,
can easily defy its roots.
But now we're left with nothing,
just the stars above our heads.
The stars that sparkle in your eyes,
the ones that say its time for bed.
Those eyes that watch me dreaming,
as I slowly fade away.
They're the only eyes I want,
as we greet the light of day.
Ifeanyi Oct 2016
Severe lightning flashes,
unveils the gloomy sky.
Quiet, lonely, darkness.

Somewhere in nowhere.
A misery heart bleeds.
Pillow soaked in tears.

Melancholia flows.
Psychology’s name for sad.
Depression they say.

a scribbled note and pen.
some pills to end the mind’s pain.
Slowy, life, drifted away.

A pause in time felt.
The world stopped,
silent,
to mourn.

Oblivion awaits.
Written on a severely depressing night. Originally written as a haiku poem, edited to seem free form.
Unwanted Sep 2014
The tin man gave his heart to the scare crow

because he needed a reason to live

spending all day and night

talking to the wind

without a heart he would of gave in

he wouldn't of been able to live

but by giving his heart to the scare crow

it left the tin man empty

he had no way to feel anything

so slowy but surely

he stopped moving

because he couldnt live  knowing

he couldnt feel if he hurt somebody

he gave his brain to the lion

if he didn't have courage at least he could think

maybe he would be able to live in the background

but be smart enough to still help people

and change things

the lion gave his courage to the scar crow

so that one day

he will have the courage to get down

but until then

the lion couldnt wear his crown

then a girl named dorothy

came walking through

scarecrow, the outgoing man he was

gave her a talking to

he wanted to get down

so he asked her for a favor or two

the lions courage he used

to save himself and later the lion too

then he came across the tin man

not being able to move through and through

he walked over there

and put in the oil too

for the first time in years

he was able to move

then they hoped and skiped into the forest

where the tall trees grew

and as the lion hid in the bushes

he thought to prove he still had courage

stopping them was one thing he could do

so he stepped out in front

started hollaring a mess

then he got scared of a dog

and you know the rest

dorothy scholded him

the heartless girl she was

and told him he shouldnt of done that

the tin man would of felt bad to the core of his heaart

if he still had one

and because he didnt know

he tuned in

and the scare crow stepped back watching it all

as he cringed

later he told them

about the courage he had not

and dorothy changed her tune

and told him she would get his courage back

she led them all

into a place she didn't know

all so she could go home
Cindy Johnson Jun 2015
Clouds of turmoil roll
As a heart unfolds and flows
One to love and hold
One with finance and goals
But whom shall hold my soul
The clouds of turmoil roll
One love so young and bold
With mutton chops and smile upon his brow
Eyes that glisten with words unspoken
Then the clouds they roll
One so sheilded by a wall of pain
Of a time so lost in age
So broken worn and tired
Eyes that seen a lifetime lost
Without a love or queen
Again the clouds they roll
Shatters my heart and maybe my soul
To love them both or null
The clouds of turmoil slowy roll
maybella snow Feb 2014
warm blankets
cover me yet
there seems to be
a new coating
of frost on my skin
rippling tired
depressive wakes
behind me
shadows are
attached yet mine
is lacking in
a certain lustar
because it's constantly
fading... or maybe
I'm just slowy
disintegrating
into something
sharp and cold
and no longer
human
I'm seeing a psychologit  tomorrow.. I'm scared and am probably going to be medicated soon I need someone to hold me hah
Another girl Mar 2014
I’m not sad
But I’m not happy, either
I try to cry
Or scream, or run
Because my mind is slowy killing me
I feel like the world
Reject me
And try to erase me
I have no one to talk
No one to love
Except the ****** in my head
And the empty room in my heart
Akash mazumdar Sep 2014
No love lost,
no love found,
only emptiness is all around,
love is the only feel i wanted by whole world,
but inluckylly it's a imagination only,
which you originates by your self slowy slowly,
itls the best feel to imagine but you came in the in the realy world,
you found that it was a dream
which you scrolled
up and down tilll the last,
to found your abilities as you which have to broke,
and when it brokes you wokeup
and se that you are alone.
Ted Mar 2018
Walking in the pale evening dusk,
as the world slowy turns to it's darkened self.

The last Sun rays seeping from the sky.

The world should naturally fade to black.

But our artificial glow comes to light,
To keep us up all night.
Simon Soane Sep 2013
Scrugged slowy.
And then.
Puny
roared
with impunity.
leeannejjang Jun 2015
Today, you left me again.
Alone in this dusty roads.
You know how much I want to cry?
That the very person I wanna be with,
Doesn't care for me a bit.

Today, I realize I am not your priority.
When you are always on my top list.
I waited for you to call my name,
But you never did.

Today, I was so hurt.
That I just want to runaway from you.
From all the memories with you.
Because everytime I think you of I'm slowy fading away.


Today, I want to say to you "I really wanted to hate you, but I love you."
Ps. PGH, I think I need to forget that I love you or else I will drown myself and never get back.
Queen Aug 2014
Look at me,look at me and tell me what you achieved out of hurting me? Did you not stop to think to yourself to think of how I felt? Did your cold heart not bare to listen closely, to show a single care for me? It seems as if you enjoyed inflicting your vain pain on me.its as if your inhumanity is a cover to what ever your hiding under your cracked hands. Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to gain hate from you? All I ever did was smile at you, try to be your friend ,but you threw it back into my face. You made me feel so small, so belittled as you viciously trampled on me, slowy not realising how much I wanted to hide away from you. You never ever gave me a chance to be your friend, and all I can say now is here you are looking at me, at my grave, your lost for words, speechless. I gave in too quick to your game so there you have it, you win. Dont cry, dont feel bad, I want you to smile at the fact of getting rid of me, smile and move on but know that your the reason im dead. R.i.p amanda todd
Akira Chinen Oct 2016
Was it the words or the picture or the painting I imagined of what your love would feel like that caused my heart to tremble and lose count of the number of times it had been broken
I forgot what life I was living and couldn't tell the now from the then
were you a love lost and forgotten or a name I had yet to kiss  and what was hiding behind  the shy
disguise of your eyes
Was it a hunger for lust or love
or just hands needing  blood
to **** a little time
or was it  unknown colors
that lead to the magic of pleasures
you keep hidden beneath
the blanket of your dreams
And the corner of your lips
where your smile ended
did it curve and bend towards the direction of seduction
or was it a smirk of satisfaction from a recent ribcage you had plundered
above your mattress as the
clock ticked slowy past 2 am
and when you had finished
you left not even the ghost of a soul
I couldn't tell if I was lost in a thought of a shipwreck sleeping at the bottom of your sea or being eaten by the desire of a dream with the teeth of your kiss and all I could do was watch in a helpless sedation
as my imagination painted  
while reading the eyes in your picture
and gazing at the stars in your words
Exchanging a large coffee for two-hundred cents
- in a, oh - so, desperate attempt to prevent
- himself from falling, fast, asleep at the wheel
- and crashing his big, ole', blue hunk o' steel.
Driving, so, slowy down a snowy prairie road,
- with no particular place, in his mind, to go,
- beneath a, winter's, waxing gibbous moon's glow;
- tis' where you'll, certainly, find Aegidius O'Crow,
- somewhere way out west o' big & bright Toronto.
Where he often goes, though, people seldom know.
February 14th, 2017
John Mar 2018
Started out was simply for fun
A weekend with the boys and the white dragon
We all got spun.

Came back home to the kids and wife
Decided to keep that white dragon in my life

Was working way to much but makin good money
Thought the white dragon could help, aint that funny?

Slowy began the descent of all that does matter
White dragon stomping on my life
You could slowy hear the splatter.

From 100k a year to fired in no time at all.
But that couldn't stop my need for another 8 ball.

Next gone was the family and I promised to quit
Bolted from rehab in less than a bit
Cuz that ****** White dragon was telling me, I need another hit.

Gone was the respect and trust of everyone I admire
From a great guy to a loser and liar.

Hated that evil ****** and
Needed him gone in every way
But when the dragon ran dry
I would chase him all day

From a house and a nice car
To sitting behind bars
How could i let it all go so ******* far.

10 years later and Dragon been gone for three
Praying for babies to one day forgive me.

So ******* white dragon for all the damage you have done
Might as well of shot me in the head with a gun.

You crushed my soul and crippled my heart
******* white dragon for tearing it all apart.
Andrew molder Aug 2016
What am I doing wrong
As I sit here with BULLETS' in the chamber
Russian roulette to my invader
Suicide Contemplating
My life been so Intoxicating
Something Got a hold on me
Lately it's been slowy squeezing
Now I'm suffocating
They say I can change my ways
But I hardly believe it
oakley Oct 2015
Sitting in the middle
of an empty window frame,
Gripping the window sill
to keep my hands form shaking,
Feet swinging idly
sixty meters above the city street.
Staring blankly down
at the sidewalk below.

There are two ways off this ledge,
to turn back, or to jump.
I sit for hours wondering,
to press on, or end my pain?
The sun has long since left the sky,
leaving me lost in the dark.
One thought remains in my mind:
to end this misery.

I close my eyes,
I slowy inch towards the edge.
Twenty stories up...
Ready to fall...
Just one final push...
Gabriela Ayala Apr 2017
With every words that you say,
Did you mean it?
When you held my hand,
Did you actually want to touch it?
No, no, no--- I'm not doubting you
It's just that, the feeling is a hue
I, getting lost with the beauty of blue
Slowy turning into purple,
Oh God, I'm torn into two
You said, you were lucky
Are you pertaining to having me?
Or the thought you are not alone anymore
Well, I can stay,
Aware as you can be.
But please, oh please
Why change my individuality?
When I thought love was real and accepting
You become nagging and demanding
You wanted a woman of modesty
Instead, I'm a girl full of insecurity
With all hopes, I ask you to consider kindly
Make me cherish the love you tell me.
Jasmine dryer Aug 2018
She never really knew what to think
But she learned fast
That everything she loved
Could be gone in a blink

She found misery love
And beauty in misery
And it was hard
She thought she was crazy
And maybe she was
Maybe

But she didnt mind
Yes the thought scared her
But she tried not to care
After all, these days
sanity
True sanity
Is scarce

She waked outside
Notebook in hand
Pencil in the other
She walked to the edge of  the road
Sat on rock
Sat and thought


Thought of wonderful words
Terrible words
Any words
Every word

Then she saw an ant
Limping
Probably stepped on by a person
People don't care

She stared at it and cried

I know they don't care, and now you have to pay
The ant limped some more
So she sat there and stared
for the rest of the day

She told the ant
Existence is pain sometimes
I dont what to do
And maybe I can't end my pain
But ill try to stay strong
Just for you

More hours past
She named it gubber
At first she called it alex
But this name was funner

Gubber I can't stand to watch this any longer
She picked up a rock and said
I'm sorry
I really am
But i can't watch  you die slowly
I won't let anyone watch you die slowy

Existence is pain
And I know its true
I feel pain and so do you
But your pain is worse

She picked up the rock
Took a small swing

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Id rather put you out of our misery
Then see you in pain
How can something so cruel be so kind, I wish I could be someones ant
born between two sunsets
dust and sand in shoes
mojave bottled blues

sang under deserted stars
as time eternal flew
the roadrunner blew

sidewinder breath
black-tailed jack rabbit's foot
Fingernails caked in soot

never swore on luck
used a rock for his head
as he laid on the cold sand's bed

everything he made held between thumb and nail
like the posters tell

between the hard lines
he was forced to cross
between last breath and loss

between a moonrise
chilling sunrise fate
opens a starry gate

restless hidalgo dunes
slowy covering stones
and wind swept bones
Abbie D Dec 2018
Every time I cry
It builds up a wall
Knowing that I felt pain, not wanting to feel it again
It hurts
It's like being stabbed, over and over again
It hurts
Pain from rejection makes the wall taller
The wall around my soul, and my heart
It hurts
Want to hide everything, so that nobody knows
That it hurts
Drift slowy away
Make my pain not known
wrote this a long time ago, when I was going through some things.

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