"substain" poems
Look at her.
Drinking all day going out all night, no real friends, just people going out and drinkink the same poisoning drinks.
She tells everybody she is fine, she is working all days and she is doing all the exams.
She is lying to her self.
Her pay goes direct to her mounth and to her liver.
Look at her she “works” at the daddy’s agency doing nothing for all the time, heating the dark leathered chair of the office.
She has no womenly curves she has yet that teeny look.
She eats nothing but she drinks. Yeah she drink a lot like if it was
possible that drinking can substain you.
Look at them, not saying anything to her not helping her, never, even
now.
Her mother and her dad are nothing they don’t do nothing.
How it can be?
She is the daddy’s girl drinking with the dad, who always pays for everything
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
A razor perhaps, maybe Pills, A Helping Hand
Which do you choose?
Which is in command?
How did it come this far?
The razor
while sharp and thin
easy enough to do
with a steady hand
Substain the pain
bleed the troubles away
whether just for a moment
or for a lifetime
The choice is yours
one of the most painful
yet nothing compared to the pain
welled up inside
Pills
so many to choose
like Russian Roulette
no telling what damage it can do
Whether a handful or a small few
lying there still
with shallowed breathes
or the violent waves of disgust
The choice is yours
this is the complicated one of many
yet still nothing compared to the pain
welled up inside
Lastly comes the helping hand
The hand of a stranger
The hand of a friend
Whichever it may be
They are your guardian angel sent for thee
To help you light your way
To set you on the right path
from this dismay
To hold you
and keep you close
To wipe your tears
And warmth when you are froze
Most people aren't lucky to have these
so count your blessings well
For if not, the question returns
Which do you choose?
The razor and its cold steel
The pills and their game
Neither should be the answer
just pray
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
I'm here and your there
378 miles away separate our intimacy
Despite the fact communications are screened off Androids
We are like aliens unknown of a surroundings area
Pleasures arise with thoughts of memories
Distraught submerge along as space is in between
Passive words builds strength needed for carrying on alone
Wilting trust leaves not much of anything to hold on to
She says "we will see each other again"
Discrimination can halter a whole country from unionism
Especially if the family is use to racism
A typical analogy oil (black)and water (white) dont mix
But like hydrophilic and hydroponic we stick
Love energetically keeps it all together
in a manner showing: The day we are together again, involving great activity
Holding you close embracing your body with mine will substain vitality.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
There's one truth that's known.
Love will always exist.
This is obvious.
There's one truth that's known.
Hate will always exist.
The only differences is love will always win.
Have no doubt about it.
It has substain relationships others thought was impossible.
It has built upon love to make people treasure it more.
After all, it's love.
Hates does nothing more destroys.
There are many relationships that can be pointed too prove it.
And then they blame it on love.
Love creates the rules.
But it's the people that has final decision on , who they wants to give it too?
After all, it's love.
Once found, it should be treated like gold.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC