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The sky crackles and I feel the most alone.

Just like that day in the woods.

My special place was off the trail, but he couldn't have known me,

I was so young and such an idiot,

Not everyone is genuine but I was so trusting,

I can still smell the sickening mixture of fresh-fallen rain,his sweat, the mud around the creek and salt from my tears.

With every atmospheric collision from the sky
my stomach churns tasting the blood in my mouth from his fist thundering against my tear stained cheeks.

When the wind blows  
I can still feel his callous hands bruising and exploring my unwilling body, and scraping against
the most intimate parts of me.

The lightning is when I remember the rock that found my desperate palms and crashing against his temple

The wind howls and the rain finally starts to fall then, near my belly button burns just like it did when the blade he swung wildly cut me before I could run and the water is my heartbeat pounding  in my ears,
but I can hear him behind me
The rush If my blood reminding me I’m still alive mind begging me to stay that way, his threats pushing me further

Head pounding ,body burning,
I burst through my front door

And then I start to cry
Rain storms are actually very hard for me to get through due to some other traumas but the storm that passed when I wrote this smelled like that day. Thunder really triggers me especially when I'm alone I used to cry in school when it thundered in the weeks after this incident but then I started to internalize it and I'd just be really quiet on those days. Trigger Warning, ****, molestation, violent attaked on a minor.
Kristo Frost Sep 2015
She's in the kitchen
(close the door)
just mixin' up some metaphor;
a true conundrum
through and through
and through to me and thus to you.

Her humble hunger
(forest's slumber)
thunders 'neath a wilting tune;
tuned to too many
to count without
a thought within.

She must profess
(but shall confess)
to any who will listen;
closely she holds
a tragic history
mostly mystery to most.

She solves my soul
(I deny that hole)
which she still fills;
overflowing always
with such unrelenting joy
that is My Love.
Spiralize Sep 2018
Standing by the shallow waters I stare
Sun is shining but no shadow is visible
The other side has something unknow
But I feel too weak to sail my boat..

What I might find I am not aware
The first push I give is crucial
The Mast is broken,wind sail is torn
As I felt a spear down my throat..

Cross these waters before the thunders
But why am I afraid of them now?
Let the wind sail the ship home
Take me to the place unknown..

Random things at random times
Is a symptom. We have to adapt
Weak heart has an ego to be killed
Mosaic minds have to be willed...
Timmy Shanti Sep 2017
Come September
All the leaves shall fall.
Longer shadows...
Days will shrink and wither.

Come September
Bitter winds shall blow.
Muffled up,
I’ll struggle not to dither.

Fingers fumbling,
I shall light the air,
Fighting cold,
Still thinking of the summer.

Thunders tumbling,
Water is the world...
And every single breath
Feels like no other.
24 IX 2017
Gold is cold.
Nico Julleza Sep 2017
Drowsy, as the eyes of mine sleeps
a joyride of fantasies, a jumping of sheep
so, the pages turning mama would red
while my feet are falling and
my arms up my head, hands unsaid

with a gentle rock and a soft abye
I'm off to dream land as I fly
silk of red swooped to the entrance gate
a little slip, a little slide till it fade
and gently I landed at the pearly lake

A boat by Venice caught me alone
with the breeze scented, so cold as snow
and Grims hoisting a whooper
a sure one they'll never throw
passing here and there and off they go

storms of Neptune came up the sea
big waves flung, I swung towards east
clovers led me to an isle and said
"How Lucky you'll always be"
no more thunders but just all reverie

A twirl to the woods, exciting it be
with beams of the moon
and the stars sitting on the tree
lights flashing, a calm of ebb
the spiders glistening, an artistic web

dream land is promising
like vines that whip and crawl
bearing fruit to bless us as we call
with roses of red, daisies blooms at dew
mama's lullaby at once, I knew
#Dream #Land #Mama #Lullaby #Adventure #Nature

Sleepy Poets.. Here's A Masterpiece for You. Enjoy Dream Land

The Boy Hasn't Awaken. And the Journey Continues Soon..

The Boy's Name Was "Drew James Everdream"

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OC Nov 2018
Nights like this
make me want to drown in you
to feel your surging body
flooding over me as the tides
rising and crushing down
to **** in your salt
and scorch my lungs
hot and wet
raging and rocking me about
I plunge into your ocean
lost, blind and blurred
sinking like a stone
floating like a feather
gently rocking in your darkest depth
on muffled, distant thunders
to the frailness of oblivion
from the  calm of this abyss I am
like foam onto your shores
Had our first storm of the season the night before
Your contagious grin,
Your bubbly happiness,
Your zestful spirit.
You are an unintentional liar,
with a simulated appearance.
The world misled by this facade.
I know you though,
as clear as the cloudless sky,
and I hear them all,
the thunders,
in your sighs.
Eric Feb 28
I am a deadly card
Painted with thunders,towers and devils
Filled with delusions and cries
Stalked by the black dogs
On a crossroad in a midnight fog

It's dangerous to be me
Satan right behind me
He got nothing on me
Because I left no soul to sell
Sedated by soma hell

I am on a path that is rough
All the saints wrote me off
I am nobody's child
Outlaw on a vicious ride
As a darkness descends to these troubled lands,
carefully watching are those who feel a cold shrill,
hear with frozen aching,
breathing in the quickening frost...

Growing hoary slowly,
as the rime it seeds,
pressed blades of grass feel the man in need...
This is a toll that must be paid!

Her fleeting thoughts dance with the wind as she twirls about spinning into the winter’s descent...

Darkness falls and so doth she,
her thoughts in brightness, uncoupled glee,
her heart in love and mind carefree...

A sweeping, dashing, vision he shows,
In moon as deep earth,
her sweet heart glows,

“Forget the quickly, approaching fee!”

“Dear Night, oh Darkness; spare this man!”

“I see you, -hear me for I plead too, I’m watching from your ice-gripped troubled land!”

“Take me instead; I’ll pay his cost or your dark soul is truly lost!”

“I twirl with woe, I dance thus so, -wanton abandon…
the shivering cold and this ice I stand in,
Your chill, the frost, the illness and the terrible cost,
...our crops and all our people lost,
and still I shall ignore your hand!"


“No, your reparations I thus will pay!
Leave us now, unburden this land, your frory wind is not his plan,
God does love us, -he’ll stay your hand!”

“Some sign, an answer, please, oh please!
On frosted grass I press my knees,
will you not hear my lovelorn cries?
Why must you take him, why must he die?
I cannot stand so idly by!”

“How can you torment such good men, our town, our lands, tis ours, our home this place you’re in?"

Frigid heart of icy Dragon,
feels not nothing, mourns no loss,
bears down harder with his frost
and punishes them all for a sin...

“You beastly anger!”

“The cold hand of darkness in my eyes, my heart burns bright with moonlit scorn!”

A trumpet sounds when lightning strikes,
and thunder heard, it splits the night!

“A toll too great I shall not mourn,
Soulless winter’s passing bound,
in frosted days of chilling found,
You maketh tender hearts thus lost.
Your winter brings her frozen frost,
You tear and break frozen land asunder,
destroy our love our hearts you plunder!
Be gone such evil, lest love soon die, my heart he holds, my soul and sky!”

“Your freezing laughter has distended me…”

Storm God

“Clouds of fury, thunders might, upon that moon, clouds cover her light!"

"Sweeping winds, wisps of ice and snowy swirls opaque the night, freeze that man, take his life!”

“Break, then shatter with my cold spells of ice, he, then she, with no respite; I shall forever control the night!"

“Tell tale of love to me in playful fancy?”

“The darkness I bring; cower as your lives in fright, no man shall evade my thunderous might!”

“Sway me not oh fairy dancer from my cold winter in your bones shall arise a chilling cancer!”

“Destroy I must and hear you not, your land in peril with a wind I roar, cry you will in pain and so much more!”

“I am this world’s white awful sore!”

“Beg you shall, whimpering dearly, for darkness cometh so swift, severely!”

“Feel it, hear it, a painful sound my thunder shatters the peace with world renown!”

“As once, as was, forever more and now I smite so deafening score, I deliver you both to death’s door!”

“There is no heart within this storm; there shall be no heart in earth forevermore!”

“Love you say”

“…as if I know?”


“No life, no love, no NOT nothing, no, from nothingness I come and to nothingness you go!”

“Thus an answer to your pathetic dancing, your spinning motions, your frivolous prancing,"

“A stronger wind, a tor-na-do, witness the awful power I sow,”

“ heartless mind to which you sing, out dance that you spineless twinning!”


“Yes, -die!”

“With his dead heart I’ll crush your soul for yours IS my quest to break!”

“Time is such a fleeting flower and Lo, I come with all my power, your time has come this is the hour!”

“I hate your love; die for me, your bond is cur-sed I decree!”

“My children are the Nephilim, their snowy crystals I turn to rain and freeze it quickly about your ankles for you as he, shall not escape, nothing, no one shall escape, all the creatures shall die this time for I am the maker of the flood, I am the abyss, the king of wisdom, the tree of knowledge, the one of action, crowned master of the earthen plane, the king of gods and king of kings and origin of all things, if God there is then he is I and what I create I shall make die! Know this mere mortal, the name of betwixting thing you learn…”

“I am that old God known as *Sah-turn!”

“My toll do I demand from thou!”

“My toll I ask, I DEMAND IT NOW!”

Sobbing sadness as she prostrates her hands to ice, her ankles bound and crying is the only sound...

The ego of the deity is in question, she searches for another way, a path of inquiry to make him stay, for the horrible fate wrought this day and lands of beauty coldly buried away...

For what could change the mind of darkness?

“Master, I see the wheels have ground to a halt and you’ve descended from the heaven’s vault but how can such lowly animals and nature be at fault, for is it not the goblins of the saw that should be punished, that should be sought?”

“Those who chop away at your great tree are the ones who smile with uncoupled glee for they smite your creation and tear it down and care not for your might, your world renown!”

“All nature is but your possession, oh timeless infinity I do not question, your purpose or need but I do ask, nay beg of thee, allow my love to thus be free, let us hold each other if we die, see my supplication, hear my cry!”

“If let go we will with all haste and prudence, your wrath is great and our presence a nuisance, away from this troubled land you’ve made, the frozen tundra of the grave, a night wrapped by your terrible song in this evil place we do not belong,”

"...please let us run!"

“You have cloaked the beauty of the moon,  covered her sky, I beseech you master hear my cry above the thunders of your sky, wrestle free my love from grip, let us pass, let us slip, let us go this night, oh great black wheel and great north wind and wolf and beast and Dragon from the faraway east and master of the air and seas and Lord of all as your voice decrees, I beg here on my dying knees,”

“The toll you demand is a life for a life, save him, put me under the frosty knife!”

Rumble, rumbling pondered thoughts, the wind is ceased and snow dies down and ground gets soft as air warms up and moonlight shines as clouds dissipate while the god of night decides their fate...

Her sobbing subsides as the ice and snow become water and seep into the earth, her dress soaking and hands covered in mud she addresses this king of kings once more. She stands and fills her lungs with warmth and begins to dance a dance of thanks to him who is hidden but a chilly wind shows that it is still forbidden. Her love watches from yonder far hill as she holds back her dance and stands so still, calling out to the color of night, stern her voice has no sign of fright...

“Punish the land and make your mark for that will teach us to give offerings to the dark,”

“Give rage unto that which hath no heart, pummel the earth and sink the ark.”

“Oh he is such a jewel to me, I’ll dance no more, I’ll show no glee, and no happiness to smite your sea in your great debt I thus will be!”

“Call your hordes, all four to thee, let them of wisdom punish me, my dancing finished great Gyges, your ring of darkness; oh wine-dark seas!”

“The four are eager for the flight to crack the seals and split the night, and show the signs, enact the plan, and run dark in blood this troubled land.”

“You see my master? We know your tales and tell our children the wonder and the mystery of our ark that floats upon your sea and all the things we know you make for we teach our children of them for heaven’s sake!”

“As natures hand you make the call, Oh Famine! Oh Pestilence! Oh Plague! Oh Death, -bring them all!”

“Come now in darkness for your master calls, his voice too loud as to be vague…”

“Run we shall, away, away…”

“Your great power, oh great one, the shatterer, thunderer, the bringer of the nightly fall, watch your subjects cringe and crawl, and supplicate on hands and knees with praise upon your mighty awe.”

“Why not bring them? Bring them all?”

“Enforce your toll, make your presence known, reap the seeds of what you’ve sown, our lives have always been yours to own, for you are great upon this land, your fury descends with mighty hand, now and forever shall it be known, no man can seat above your throne!”

“The trees thus stripped of their leaves and these hands are whipped upon our grieves,”

“Save my love from those stinging leaves from wintery chill and icy snows, hand of darkness, north wind that blows,”

“Lightning strikes and deadly throes,”

“In mercy your true power shows,”

“For you are the master, king of night, maker of fear, of horrible fright, the Ouroboros, the clouds your wings, the heaven’s motions, order of all things, the one who rings the magnificent treasure, the source of all our earthly pleasure, one to which we all do pray, -alas Ethiopia, dawn a new day!”

“The moon descends as does your power tis dawn you fool, that is the hour!”

“You can keep your anger and unpaid toll we’ll keep our love, our lives and my gentle soul.”

Storm God


“Here comes my weathering, wintry, malicious chill!”

“Child die as your suitor must, this night, this storm, this hour unto my lightning ******! Rain, hail, fury thehowling winds of wolven glory and end I put to this sorrow’s story, down the trees, wash away the lands, rip apart the heavens know my hand!”

“…and what is this nocturnal noise?”

“In my storm are birds chirping? Is that daylight on horizon now? Nature cannot desert me, no, not now!”

“The daybreak shines, undoes my vow, ceases my storm and scatters my clouds; know this mortal is not the end for I shall come back again!Your words and pleas will not save you then, this trickery I shall not forget, your souls I’m coming back to get and when I do you’ll grovel in fear for you’ll know the moment of death is near!”

“On that night you’ll pay my toll, I SHALL NOT REST WITHOUT YOUR SOUL!”
A tribute to my favorite poet. Edgar Allen Poe.
Sethnicity Apr 2017
Yet I Am Ready
Watching the waves eat away the castles made of sand
Staring at the way wind is churning at infrastructure       land
like a big bad wolf who found the fear and lean foundation of a brick house
I am ready for her hand

I am all ready
Traversing fields filled with fruitless wonders
burning tundras rolling thunders
A Man attempting to put out its grand made funeral pyre
with nothing but a Jack and Jill bucket filled with reverse osmosis electrolyte infused hydrogen oxygen expired prayers
I am Ready for no man land

I have a radio already
Listening to Nokia raven chirps and bubble bee gyrations.
Evergreens whispers as wild blooms break concrete and asphalt and building plans
giving smiles to homeless man and woman
dreamers flowering in the night lights that were supposed to replace stars

I am ready
for the woods to takeover the hoods
for bear feets to take over the streets
for napkins to become extinct
to write with my god-given red ink
so that my being will dye into stone and dirt
To leave my DNA on my mothers belly and hear her cry
As she covers my mouth closes her eyes tearful from radioactive winds
let her know that I loved her and hugged her every chance I could
I am ready to give up me for we have not given back enough
We have devoured the essence and forgotten how to seed and harvest  
the nothing has become us
which is why Earths flesh is colored rust
like  blood mixed with scratching dust
we have bruised the body
and wonder if we can blame something someone else
but US
Every time the finger points the object of our deflection disappears
Rearrange the letters she was trying to help us HEARt
Rearrange the letters EARth is trying to make us Heart
I'm trying to make us Ear

These MTHFCKRS are among US.
We have bred them with our love lust
still unaware that they a fungus
These MTHRFCKRS have become US
they save a life to **** it from us.
they manufacture fakes to stunt us
These MTHRFCKRS have become US
Ideas devoid of what we need to come up
She must go now and rip it from us
We must shed our blood just to fund us
Cause these MTHRFCKRS have out done US
What have we become?
I have not given up this is not about surrender it is about sacrifice.
What are you willing to sacrifice for a Better way and Better World a Better Future... or are you just another DMN MTHR FCKR
Chrissy Ade Sep 2018
When they greet her each morning
The clouds will always kiss the sky,
softly taint her with their love
grooming her for a beautiful day

But do they know that nothing they do
will ever hinder her from hiding her truth?

She can beckon the rain to pour gently,
even descend fiercely as a wild shower
release a luminous shock of white,
striking against her nakedness
accompanied by the bellowing thunders
the ones that cause even the strongest
to tremble as trepidation hugs their bones

-- when she finds it necessary--

Her actions are not contingent
upon the desires of those who
only want the easier side of her
To love her is to accept her wholly
and truthfully for everything she is
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Tiara I S Mar 6
bitter honey slipping from my lips
an acquired taste of hyper sensitivity
don't whisper to me any pain
it thunders violently- rupturing my brain
molten eyes capturing 1000 frames
processing what a diseased mind poisons
rose lenses shaken from memories
hung to dry into pungent trauma
Kenji Feb 12
>walkin in the rain, footsteps shake, head throbs, but I still hear your silent echoes as if they follow me in the dark, my whispers are silent thunders, as if screaming in the past, it won't bring you back.

<I walk on, mud at my feet. Stepping to the trail of my own weathered beat. Nature touches my senses and the space between.

>Always in my headspace, cannot get out, still stuck, cannot move.
Though I found a way out, but you never go away, so I guess I gotta stay. I hope someday I make it out alive, whether it burns or not.

<I'll feel the flames reach higher as I gasp for air
I hope the rain comes and washes away the pain and I can dance freely again
with the sun.

>The sun in my arms, I got no space for air, breathing frantically, I hold out my last to you. But in the distance, as my voice stops, I see a shadow, squinting, eyes nearly closed, I know it's not you.

<It is a part of me
The part I don't want to see
Running will save no one.

>I'm done, words filtrate, my thoughts are bare. ****, my mind is exposed, no one who cares.
Another Duet written by me and Kate Rebecca Hopwood.
< Kate
> Me
Donall Dempsey Aug 2018

The moon has fallen
asleep in a bucket

can't get back out despite
trying to slide over the rim.

It trembles as a train
thunders past midnight.

A child tries to catch it
its tiny hand plunging

through another dimension
through to its nothingness.

The moon takes its chance and
escapes to the sky with a splash.

It's all gone now
( the barn of course )

but the house...the child...that moon
are no longer to be found.

Strange to think
a house can die.

A tree enters through
the kitchen window

its head upon a table.

The bedroom
is without its roof.

A door still stands
without its walls.

It bangs in the breeze
a surreal morse code.

The living room is home
to a family of nettles.

A sofa moulders
a new line in zombie furniture.

A hare stands upon a chair
barely able to hold itself together.

One of the chair's legs
genuflects to a sunset.

The hare hops upon
the rotting table top

enters the tree's head
and leaves upon its branches.

Somehow the bucket

Still standing outside
the outhouse.

It is full of storm
right to the brim.

It holds within itself
the moon of now.

Trains no longer
thunder by.

I, that child
now - this man

let the moon
splash through my man

before throwing it
into the night's sky.

Always wanted to do that
before I kicked the bucket.
Michael Marchese May 2018
Not saying I like it
Just how that it works
The deletist type brightest
In caverns we lurks
And we hungers
And wonders
Why these rolling thunders
Still storm through the deserts
And homes torn asunder
The poorest pulled under
The war is swept under
The covers
The monsters and terrors are out there
Two lovers
Come back here to make a new start
Some new art
Then the silence between them
Just rips it apart
Like Cupid is cute but he’s stupid
The truth
Is the fear
That your heart doesn’t really or actually break
But some dreamer just takes it and makes it awake
Like you finally care about
Some other thought
You’re no longer concerned with
The ones you were taught
In the eyes turned to stone
By the furies they wrought
Upon ignorance
All the injustice perceived
In a world lost together
In us we’d believe
That it’s all meant to be
There was you, there was me
And from there it was frozen
And stranded at sea
For there’s always the one
That you just want to lie with
Always the one that you still want to try with
Always the one that you just want to cry with
Always the one that you just want to fly with
Always that one you can’t stop the goodbyes with
Never another you ever will DIE WITH
Luna Dec 2018
Every night I start to write,
To simply fill these rows with words
That I want to tell you.

The only thing I desperately want you to know is that your touch is calming the chaos from my veins.

That your touch calm the thunders from my thoughts and the hurricane from my body.

That your touch could warm my entire  body on a December day.

That your touch is all that I need to survive.

That your touch makes me understand that I’ve got to let go.
Cause I don’t know how to touch you,
And I don’t know how to adore you,
I don’t know how to be with you, without hurting both of us,
Without hurting your touch.

I just want you to know that someday I would want  to feel your fingers on my lips, on my hips, or simply on my skin.
I just want you to know how much I love you, enough to let you, and your touch, go.
Another poem about him.
Thank you for your touch.
My hands,
So thin and frail,

My mind,
So full of fury,

My heart,
So broken and lost,

Sharp claws,
Dripping with hate and anger,
Rip free from skin,
A whisper in the darkness.

Fanged teeth,
Promising pain and vengeance,
Spring free from gums,
A slither in the darkness.

Dark fur,
Roaring of a beast,
Grow free of pores,
A hiss in the darkness.

My hands clench,
My mind crumbles,
My heart thunders,
Because the me.

At last,
After years of battling that shadow,
I have succumbed...
To that monster within.
RCraig David Oct 2018
Where I was then?
Where was I when I decided to “be” according to where I thought I wasn’t, but should be seen.
Who was seeing me and why?
A stranger’s approval superseded my own deny...but why?
Doesn’t matter now ,
the story’s “how”, driven by eyes not mine, saw me there then, not now....
Don’t remember the why, when or get the picture.
A situation, a moment, a scene,
Where I thought I would “mean”,
make an impact or at least when I thought I was making efforts to intervene.
The scene, alas,  conveniently never convened to pass because it was not of truth-tried substance but flammable gas.
Whether my “right here, right now” approach would be enough for the price of smell, taste and touch...
too stubborn to be coached,
too proud to see myself beyond reproach...
A rhetoric heretic riding coach facing every new horizon I approached.
Later I learn better.
Bitter I turn hater.
Creators that steer clear of best interests,
bent to mechanize.
We consent but don’t recognize.
“Society-interests second”,
their intent to capitalize.
Funders will shake any baby or kiss any hand to get you to say yes to “this is why they’re bad”,
but never is positive change brought in “this is how we can”.
Thunders will quake any wonders if they’re felt without Lightning’s blinding flash to closed-lash eyes.
Sliced, Spliced, Splintered and splendidly split.
Thrice not twice I was hindered to commit to give but not get.
Crises without advice,
a soul’s Tendency to admit quit, at least, so is writ.
Heresies cost,
scarily tossed across the lost sea’s vast length crossed.
I know now forever forward my voice is not a choice.
To die and be right is more noble than to lie to yourself and die in comfort with the quit, the cost and no voice.
Raizel Sep 2018
My love's a storm
Full of thunders
And raging winds.

You've faced it
All alone in the night
With no shelter
From my harmful storm.

Now you're free from it
And I hope
Light and warmth
Is all you'll face
From now on.
I've never offered you shelter, I've never heard how loud the silence was. How could I not see that my storm was tearing you apart. I'm sorry.
Mother nature, kind, loving, and fierce
Protective, giving, amazing, and sometimes terrifying
In the comfort of warm arms, and stern teachings
A bounty from the earth, to keep us living
A sweet treat found in the fruits of the wilds
A healthy teet, found in the vegetables, for awhile
A kiss from the wind
A bath in the ocean
A blanket of the earth
And a heartbeat warmed by the fire
But one more tick into our heads
A spark of imagination, lightning and thunders gift
Yeah, and a great sleep, filled with wonderful dreams
Upon our own little warm fleece bed

May 5 2019
303 BoB MoM WoW
it really interested me, the things we get to experience in life
There is so much to explore, see, and do
But never enough time, never enough shoes....
All our shoes wear out eventually, so we get new ones
Kinda like life huh. we wear out, too old to explore anymore
Tell that to the 80 year olds that climb mount everest
i wished i could do it al, see it all, taste all the foods of the world
Go to every country, play every video game, read any book
Every museum, every concert, play, musical, convention
but most my life, it just me on the floor, hugging a pillow...
kinda lame really
Jordan Rains Sep 2018

I wanted to pen down my feelings
But words got stuck somewhere else
Exploring unknown terrains
Walking on thin ice when it melts
I drenched in terror, tried hard to uplift myself
But my mood shifts like seasons
I think now I'm in need of some help
And I'm finding help from people to people
No one is here to assist me
Beset by darkness,
In this madness, only my carcass assist me
My heart loses the palpation, my mind eliminates the way to you
Fact that the sky is falling down on me isn't new
Thunders inside me are trying to perish my existence
And my subsistence solely depends on my own salvation
I hate to say this to you
Though I was alone, I tried to keep a distance
between me and you
The words have fallen apart, this feeling changed my mood
Existence of you reliving my soul
I'm incomplete, you make me whole.
Though I couldn't acknowledge the worth of my knack
I know pouring down my emotions
with great celerity is what I lack
Feels like my bro ken heart does not make any more sound for you
But you still surround me, at nights, you haunt me
Sometimes you taunt me, sometimes you daunt me
No matter what, now it feels like you longer want me
And something inside me tells me that
It's my thinking which prohibits me to bow against my situation
And that I should never fail
So I collect my words
I arrange them for the world
And I will never test the doubt of my mind
Because I know, these words are what I'll leave behind when I go
Maybe today or maybe tomorrow
It doesn't matter when
All I need is my ink to help someone think
when they are on the brink
And help them work through their sorrow
So I put pen to paper as often as possible
And when I do, I feel like there's no such thing as impossible.

Stephanie May 9
one... two... three...
bright sky, nice dress!
'o hi there, my lovely friend,
your smile radiates today

four... five... six...
get away off here!!
leave me alone,

cries and dies secretly inside
raining, storms, thunders,

why are they laughing,
are they laughing at me?

glitches, palpitates and shakes
cold hands are slapping my face

who am I?
you. are. worthless.

seven... eight... nine...
shut the hell outta here!!!

evil laughs are screaming

'o hi there, my filthy, **** other self
you're so stupid todaAaAay

hardly breathing

i bet no one loves you still ****
**** that hurts

head aches, cold sweating

ten... eleven... twelve...
stares at nowhere


"hey... hey, are you okay?"

"oh, yes! what is it again? :)"

one... two... three...
this is anxiety but written in whatever poetic words.
They asked if I hear voices
I said that’s not quite it

Just search within for words
Words that rhyme with wit

I’ve been reading lots of books
Students and teachers do

The words are now inside me
So I go searching for a few

I linger on those letters
Ponder quietly

Put them in my poems
Then breathe - let them be

Yes, I’d like to live
As a Warrior Poet

But I’m quiet shy and solo
Do these couplets perhaps show it?

A Pirate Looks at 40
She played for my birthday

Now I’m 9 years older
50 on the way

Arriving a bit too late
The sacred in decline

An Unknown, Hidden God
The only One to find

But what the future holds
For us and my time left

Uncertain and unclear
As I drift unto my death

Music lifts me higher
Fills my yearning soul

Drives me through the night
Starshine rock n’ roll

Silence also summons
Wordless walk and wonder

I wai the wandering deer
Recognition thunders

For the animals
I send up a peaceful prayer

Future fellow feeling
May we meet in care

Who can comprehend
the intense Immensity?

I live without a why
Where? - this the quest for me.
I Wrote My Name With Golden Letters On Your Heart
I Painted My Face With Diamonds And Faith
Something You Will Never Forget
Something Never Be Forgotten With Death
Circling Your Feelings Around Love And Hate
Because We Never Find Out What's Wrong And Right
Something You Relize Maybe Too Late
You're Maybe The Sun But I Still Be The Light
You're Maybe The Night But I'm The Darkness Late

Spark It For Me Up And Spark It Really Higher
Blame It On Me Dope, Or Blame Your Own Desire
Stuck Between The Dark Cold And Hell's Fire
I Was Not The *******, And I Was Not The Liar

Take Deep Look At The Moon
Why In Our System He Is Always Alone?
Watching It Hoping To Heal Our Wounds
Staring On Eyes Of Each Other To Breath Our Lungs
But Still The Moon Dying Under The Dunes
Between The Sands Sinking On Tragedy And Pains
While Silence On Earth Brings The Thunders
To Make Our Story A Part Of It's Wonders

Spark It For Me Up And Spark It Really Higher
Blame It On Me Dope, Or Blame Your Own Desire
Stuck Between The Dark Cold And Hell's Fire
I Was Not The *******, And I Was Not The Liar

Honesty Is Something You Don't Deserve
Because You Cheated In Different Ways
I Will Throw Your Love With Me In The Grave
To Leave The Story For History And Days
We Lived A Relation Of Pushing Waves
Under My Hands Was Some Water To Rise
Drops Of Eyes Shows The Truth Of A Naive

Spark It For Me Up And Spark It Really Higher
Blame It On Me Dope, Or Blame Your Own Desire
Stuck Between The Dark Cold And Hell's Fire
I Was Not The *******, And I Was Not The Liar

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.
A year ago today,
My heart walked away.

   Left me bare,
Left me rare,

And still I am astray.

   I found the ground beneath my feet,
If only because I fell...

I wonder,
At the skies and at the thunders,

Which way,
Am I meant to be?

I tried to breathe,
   Nevermore I'd drown'd in the taste of water in my lungs,
Swept away.

I take a step,
   To only be shown the shoes of stone I've worn beneath me ever since,

   Perhaps even longer,
than a year ago today.

A year ago today,
   my heart walked away,
My eyes turned black,
   and I begged my mind to stay.

   Through all the tears and hopeful prayers,
They haven't yet come back.

Not for lack of trying,

So in high hopes,
   When once again I say,
"A year ago today,"
  My pains will have gone away,
And I will have found,
   That which keeps my demons at bay.
It is a rainy night,
with the dark clouds covering the moon.
The stars fall,
so do the rest of the unknown lights in the sky.
Rings of the distant churches’ bells heard.
Owls, bats, black vultures sound,
so do the hungry wolves around the lightless downtown.

A barefoot little girl,
with unironed clothes for weeks,
beside a bakery, sits.
Her long hair untied and wetted from rain.
She awaits for the dawn,
flipping through her simple wishes like a book,
under the lightening and the thunders.
But it needs hours and hours to arrive.

Families leave the theatre in front of her,
happy and smiling.
They just finished watching a humanitarian film.
Their cars’ lights reflect in her eyes full of tears,
which are not dried yet until the dawn appears.

Stores closed all around her.
Passersby look at her and deny.
Kids looking through the car windows,
ask their parents about her.
They, too, deny so their kids do not have nightmares while asleep.

The girl just awaits the dawn,
having few dreams, hopes and some pain.
She awaits the dawn,
hopefully, her dead parents appear, again!

Mohammed Arafat
Unlike other kids having their parents alive, some are not heard, and they wait for the dawn hoping their dreams come true.
Mark Valent Feb 15
Cold, as the night flows like fire in my veins
Pulsing like the wildest of heart beats
Floundering in violent rhythms of lust
Vigorous and filthy, dancing in the dark
Alive in the heart of night

Free, as aurora kisses the night sky
Glowing like a vehement warmth of euphoria
Compulsive, as the stars are shining vice
Howling in the mists of passion
Feeling a thrill, like on a great hunt
Where the drums are roarings of desire
Made out of violent delights
Laying on thunders of eternal love
Raving in the hug of moonlight
Alive in the heart of night.
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