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Jill Anderson Nov 2014
Maybe I will just watch the movie alone.
Maybe I will just make the rolls and the pie.
Maybe I can sit here and list off what I am thankful for
Or maybe I won't.
Once again you've ruined it for me.
Once again you are in my head telling me
I ****.
I'm the worst daughter anyone could ask for.
Well, congrats! I'm alone tomorrow.
You got your wish.
Are you thankful for that?

Do you think about me?
Do you wonder what I am doing?
Do you think each time you take a bite
Of the crummy pie crust you make
How you wish I was there to make it?
No.
I bet you don't.

It feels like to me you are glad.
Glad I'm not there
To embarrass you once again
With my colorful clothes
With my loud voice
Saying all the wrong things.
Well I hope that empty chair
Stares you in the face
As you sit down with your fake happy family
And you miss me.

And as you go around the table
Asking what everyone is thankful for
I wonder if you are man enough to say
You are thankful for the boring silence
The lack of arguments
The dull colors
For the extra space.
Because I'm not there.
And you made it so.
But just so you know:
I am thankful.
I am thankful for who I am.
I am thankful I have the people in my life that I do.
I am thankful you taught me what you did.
I am thankful I get some silence.
I am thankful that despite everything
You are still my dad.
And I know we don't speak.
And I know you will never read my words.
But maybe
Just maybe
One day you will let me back in
And you will realize
How you are not thankful
That you let me go.
I am so unthankful
Lord within my heart
I don't mean to be
But Lord please help me start

Help me Lord be thankful
For all I have received
You have given me much
Beyond my ability to conceive

From the sunrise in the morning
Till the moon shows its light
Your blessings are daily shown
Help my eyes to have the sight

Have mercy on me Lord
For my forgetfulness
I ask my heart be filled
My Lord, with thankfulness
Shiloh Bones Nov 2014
this Thanksgiving,
I want to carve
myself
instead of turkey
this thanksgiving i woke up crying
Grace Jordan Jan 2014
Lips as red as rose, skin as white as snow, body as still as stone. Yet this was not the fairy tales that I had been raised to believe in. This had no happily ever after.

    The heavy weight of the melancholy anguish fell awkwardly on my shoulders. I was barely old enough to even understand what sorrow was, let alone what to do when every person I had ever admired was now helplessly crumbled in the solid white room. Unthankful walls stared bleakly down at us, as they were numb to these feelings by now. It was a hospital, after all. They had seen their fair share of the dead.

    Something strong, pressuring, and overwhelming continued to force itself into my chest, burrowing itself deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt like that, as if it was eating me until I was nothing myself. When I glanced around to my family, I could see that it had them too. Consuming them in this helpless, dark pressure, the kind you only pretend to escape. Drying them of the good memories and replacing them with pain and despair. Squeezing them until tears fell from their eyes so much I had almost forgotten what they looked like without them.

    A voice beckoned me to the side of the bed. The smile that had filled my childhood was replaced with broken eyes and a grin that I knew was a lie. I wanted nothing more but to crawl into her arms and cry until everything stopped hurting so much, but I was too afraid. For in my mother’s eyes I saw she wanted more than anything to do the same.

     Dad’s arm came around me and held me tight, he needed it as well. It was terrifying, to be able to compare my parents to how I looked after a nightmare. They were kids again, frightened, and desperate, and alone. All they wanted was a hug and smile and someone to tell them it would be okay, that the terror was nothing but a dream. Sadly, we would never wake up this time.

     The nurse came around with a camera,  and I knew then that this was the last time we would see him. I glanced down at the perfect little face I realized I would miss for the rest of my life. With the pressure eating my heart, I said inside goodbye to the little boy I had dreamed to know. His body, small and teaming with untapped potential and dead life, was an image I would never be able to forget. Yet he never even got the chance to see his big sister’s face. Maybe it was better that way, never seeing what he lost as we saw him. Things were going to be different now, without him. Things would never be the same. A nurse started to count.

     And in a broken photograph, I smiled.
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow’ret of its gem—and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment’s thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.

And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?
That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?
A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
’Tis but a trial all must undergo,
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man’s denied to know,
Until he’s called to claim it in the skies.
Christopher Rose Feb 2010
I
Sing, O Muse, of the wrath
That came from the East
To conquer our conquerors,
Of the left-handed Benjaminite, Ehud,
Chosen by G-d to free
The twelve tribes of
His chosen people.
For in his holy ******
Of Eglon, who, spurned by G-d,
Threw the chains of slavery on the
Exiles of exiles, diasporas of diasporas,
Kingdom of kingdoms trampled under
The wheel and foot, the people found
Their salvation in the crumpled body
Of an overweight king with a two-sided
Sword, fashioned by hand, in his protruded belly.

II

First, in the long succession of Judges,
Was Othniel, then Ehud, Shamgar,
Deborah, Barak, meaning lightning,
Followed by Gideon who destroyed
The altar of Baal, then Tola, Jair,
Jephthah, Ibzan, Elon, and Abdon.
Samson emerged late on the scene
And let the ***** from afar castrate his hair
And his G-dly strength.  But for all their
Effort there remained no king in Israel,
And everyone did what was right in
Their own eyes. The greatest of these
Poor souls from His chosen lot was the
Son of Gera, Ehud.  Giving his life to
Service, he offered his left hand as a
Sacrifice to Israel’s infidelities.

III

Sitting in his glorious throne room,
Talking of matters begot to none
But the war-chiefs who graveled at his
Every word, Eglon thought
Of his kingdom and prosperity
Allowing him and his company
To feast upon the rifled carcasses
Of the local gallopers and crawlers.
Then, not knowing where, a sickly
Perception of war entered and blew
The horn, resonating of blood and
Chariots, of men armed with spears,
Women and children weeping for their
Lost fathers and new-lovers. The sound
Reverberated; and written on the inside
Of his skull rested the words “wage war
With the kingdom of Israel.”

IV

And not making reply, or questioning why,
He knew but his men were to do and die.
Little did he know or think to think upon
That his free agency of choice was stolen
By the children of Abraham.  So, he
Gathered the armies of Moab
Of the Ammonites and
Of the Amalekites.  With a cloud of murderous
Dust trailing behind them, and war cries
Piercing the air, they rode on to the
City of palms. “Ride, my men,” cried the king,
“Steal and plunder, destroy their gods, and
Shimmer in the glory of destruction.” His armies
Heard his cry
But did not reply.  

V

Eglon and his armies, treading like
The young lion and the dragon,
Casting stretching shadows,
Conquered the twelve tribes.  Not
A cry was uttered from Israel;
They tumbled and crumbled before
The mighty hand of the veracious invaders
Like reeds amongst the wind on
A March afternoon breeding daises
On the golden meadow.  For years,
They toiled under Eglon’s rule
Under his might,
Under his perpetual night.
“Deliver us from this evil,”
Prayed unthankful Israel—
Like always before in the unperturbed cycle
G-d heard their cries from the wasteland.

VI
The existence of Ehud, G-d’s Judge,
Amalgamates at the tip of his left hand,
Would evil emanate from his finger tips?
Sinistra sinistra sinistra sinistra sinistra
Can he, caught in the grips of history,
Defy his wretched kind? With these questions
He, answering the summons of Him and
Armed with a double sided sword of two cubits
In length fashioned by his own hand, walked
Down from the mountains to the
Palace doorstep.
I
HAVE
A
MESSAGE
FROM
G-D
FOR
YOU

VII

As the blade pierced Eglon’s belly,
G-d’s writing evaporated from his mind.
Sent to a kingdom far away to conquer
A people he knew little about, his career,
His rule, his reign, would end at the edge
Of a man from amongst the commoners.
Here he lies, the once mighty king
Laying in a pool of his own feces
Sheol awaits for him after his death
Sheol awaits for us after our deaths
And, the young man, emerging from the king’s palace
With a smirk on his condensed face;
After the battle was won,
After Israel was delivered,
After his people forgot his very name,
He, too, from the tribe of Benjamin
Had Sheol waiting on him.
Revised version. Submitted for entry in Western Illinois University Elements Literary Magazine.
Copyright 2010
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
Lovers,of God's world, I say to you.
Love kindly.
For hurt doesn't come to you blindly to be hurt.

Love your enemies, do good by loving them.
Love those that blast you for security.
When there's really no need.
Because of being hurt by insecurity.

Hunger for wisdom to stand strong.
When you're the only one right.
And hosts of others are completely wrong.

Love attitudes, comes from knowledge.
And who know you better?
Then you.

Laugh at your pain, instead of cry.
When you do you realize later you're wearing a smile.
Rejoice in joy, your life will shines more when it does come.

Happy is anyone that has someone.
Not that being lonely doesn't make you that way.
Remember and admit that love is a dangerous weapon
Against those that drive themselves to be evil.

Humble yourself in God's teaching.
His words that's written has a powerful meaning.
Find nothing that He hadn't predicted to be false.
Cause in reality they have appeared.
God gives it.

Do good and your reward shall be great?
Even among the unthankful.
Condemn not.
Judge not.
Forgive quick.
Remember God does this.

The measure of your graciousness will determine your heart.
When we must answer to the Lord.
Joz Jan 2017
2016, how are you?
You finished yours.
A huge thank for you,
to bring me to many places,
that 2015 did not allow.

2016, are you satisfied?
For all the abundant blessings.
A healthy family,
a bunch of kind friends,
and especially that one little angel.

2016, have you told 2017?
To make me a stronger man,
a committed person,
a discipline figure,
and a traveler.

2016, have you forgiven me?
For being weak.
For being fractious.
For being an unthankful person.

2017, are you ready to shape me?
because I am ready to be shaped.
Sunday, Jan. 01, 2017
09:08
What do I see that is worthy of me thinking>

What ******* yes I love you I forgot I aint going to tell you this twice leave me alone but don't leave me alone.

I have 20 of what? seed by all means don't snap don't snap chill chill. Every body shut the **** up cause they were all excited. The prophet heard God "everybody is just wondering what I am going to benounce you today." And prophet says to God it's not this fur kitten you've been promising me so what the **** do I do with this kitten now> God leaves prophet on his own. It's my kitten or organizing these utterly unthankful having because I happened to have these ones that stopped working around me. Alright what the the **** ever dude. Kitty lets go were going to find food and I'm Speciallality, cause that **** spins when I am in.
the dead bird Feb 2016
funny how
I lie to myself
and pretend
everything is
okay
getting better
when I am really
just shoving my
depression
to the side
ignoring her
and pretending
she is starting
to wane.

I am not
getting better.
I am still
hurting those who love me
and getting upset
when they speak
on how
I have hurt them.
it's like,
I know.
I know I am horrible.
I am stupid.
unthankful.
so why do I
keep doing it
why won't I
change
I'll wait
on these steps
in the cold
rain

the rain that earlier
seemed peaceful
relaxing
now to me
it seems
crushing
bearing the weight
of my faults
with each drop
that hits
pushing me
farther
towards the ground
until I am nothing
but the pile
of snot
tears
and rain

I want to be nothing
yet
I want to feel
love
and intimacy

why don't I just
give up
why don't I just
stop
talking
to anyone in my life
maybe
if I disappear
from others
I will begin
to disappear
myself.

I just want to cry.
Jessica Jarvis Mar 2018
People throw words around like
Love, kiss, and embrace....
But they aren’t ones to commit
To the dreams they claim to chase.

They run and hide from the monster
Hiding beneath their bed,
And claim their peace is found
In the one resting their pillow head.

The sun rises, a new day begins,
The coffee pours, and work resides,
While the feeling for another one’s touch
Is the first thing that subsides.

We throw around words
like penniless wishes.
“I love you, babe”,
But you can’t do the dishes.

Walk the dog, wash the car,
Go to dinner, visit the store,
Search the shelves for carbohydrate fulfillment,
Finish the bag, and still want more.

Unthankful, unsatisfied,
Disloyal, dishonest.
Forget all the memories,
While they were the fondest

Because if you were to repeat their “mistakes”
You just may find yourself bored.
Things like love, a kiss, or an embrace
Only become a chore.
3/29/18

People are the weirdest sometimes. People break up and make up so quickly.... I don’t understand it, honestly, so I write about it. Meanwhile, others move from one thing to the next and can’t make up their mind. I dunno. This is also kind of a spoken word, I suppose. Enjoy!
Sleepz Nov 2017
Minds - troubled,
needles in the brain - doubled,
thousand times - stumbled,

Words without meaning so misleading
consequences of seeing demons
and looking for reasons
to please legions
of unthankful spirits

Holocaustic thoughts belong in a box,
locked away;
Judgemental attitudes are supplemental
be careful because they're contagious;
An ill mind rages only to do what it's trained to.

****** first started with a disease,
it's called gossip.
But the world can't see that the things they breathe
out from their teeth goes into the atmospheric breeze
and it's not just carbon dioxide it's more like monoxide for the soul.

Destroyers of one another they are,
an alien race once said.
Rob from one another they do.
**** each other they do.
Help each other, what's the point?

KIlled one, helped another,
Do they only defend their brothers?
Got killed, tried to protect.
Now they end the same as them?
Only accept few, can't accept all.

Confused, what's on the news,
the soul of ****** going at it again.
If what's on the news is true
is there a God or a heaven?
7/11 robbed, twin towers bombed, only thing to do is revenge.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Spoof.
Two evils don't do a good
Goof.
Evil genius way too lenient.

They end with solutions that cause more problems,
in order to find more problems in the next 10 seconds
they all recon on the other being defeated
don't want to be judged yet they judge
Bring the Supreme Court judge let's prepare her sentence.
Remove her head,
Call us the Reverants.

Death.
jeffrey conyers May 2014
You don't talk about anyone mom.
If you don't want them talking about yours.
It's an unwritten rule some know.
And some must learn the hard way from.

You don't act disrespectful.
Not if you know the correct thing to do.
Respect is earned and not demanded.
While many in society lives under this impression.

You don't threaten anyone.
Although various folks goes through with it.
But there's always consequences to it.

These are things you don't do.

You don't hurt the one you love.
Because you want to venture out with another for fun.
If this need should appear.
Then realize there's always a divorce.
And even that brings trouble.

You don't act unthankful when kindness is shown.
When assistance didn't have to be given.

These are things you shouldn't do.

You don't dictate the rules to others.
Unless you adapt to those given to you.
Especially things are required for you to do.

You don't act childish toward your president.
Even if you disagree with their views.
Wait, until you get marry.
That's when challenges really comes before you.

These are things you don't do.

Customer service in any trade means acting appropiately.
We learn this art as a child.
It's learned and should stay within us.
But ever now and then.
You'll find a few that's rude and cruel.

Things you shouldn't do.

Unless you are a fool.
nivek Feb 2016
I know what its like to have your heart heave, wrack, and judder with its broken dreams
and I know what its like to sing, dance, and be free as a bird
But mostly I know what its like to be unthankful for days where hardly nothing happens at all.
victoria May 2020
There was a dead spider in my sink
I have arachnophobia so it made my heart stop
I just stood there
Blood drained from me
Looking at this lost life
Wondering if it had a partner
Or little spider kids
That would miss it

I felt sad
Yet still scared
Ridiculous really
Maybe it was a female out searching for food
Or maybe she'd eaten her male donor
Maybe it was a him
And he'd run away to save himself.

It was under the dish bowl
I wondered if it had drowned
Or just starved to death
I found myself curious as to what it last thought about
If it was able to speak
What it's last words would have been

Maybe it was relieved
Maybe drowning is better than being eaten alive by an unthankful lover
Or by being captured in my humane catcher which sadly often broke legs
Maybe it just simply thought "Help"

I'll never know
But I do know I'll think about him or her until I think of them no more
Which might be months
The thought hurts so bad
That the game has turned sad
To take away a voice
And replace it with silence
Who let that go
Who let me know
When freedoms are allowed
Only conditional
The insane overseer controls his puppets
And to know that I use to have strings
Tossed twisted pulled and pushed
My career was a slave dream
Filled with a combine built like a auction
A contract like the slaves just with more change involved
Whips are the fines, jails, and blacklist
That you eagerly get assigned
Dare you speak without a sheet
Or with your mind
I kneel for injustice
I kneeled to be free
I kneeled to show my struggle
But to you a unthankful **** is all you see
I raise my hand for help but you rather me melt then disturb your selfish wealth
You must see the whole frame I love starry night but van goh was insane
To only see the vision and fall halfway thru
Football is tied to Jim Crow in the expression view
Owners spread bigotry,and lie on the truth
Expand dollars to shrink everything we do
So since we can’t say no to cops killing,
Wrongful jail dates or the rigid two step back and one half step forward life
I won’t watch the nfl
I won’t partake in a game
I wouldn’t even tag they twitter name
So this is my hurtful goodbye
To something that was so high
I wish you could see it with my eye
ryan parrington Oct 2016
After being sad depressed and hurt your hole life
It's just a regular feeling in life
You live with it
And you tare your self apart because of it
It feels like your getting stabbed three different ways with a knife
It only a feeling it's only this feeling
That tares me away from civilization
Tares me away from happiness
Ruins every thing about u
Know one cares about u when your down
And you don't realize how much the want to make u happy
But the saddened mood swings make u look unappreciative
And unthankful but truly you are
But something so good happens in your life
It's only right to feel hurt about it cause
Something bad is gunna happen
Jowlough Sep 2018
The prudence of the acts
despise your inner motives
Cranks the rusty handles
of your inner steep core
throttles that bespoke
all the omnibuses of hope
ends with a single shyness stroke
ending the tempest
closing all the doors
burning the bridges
of unthankful and unhappy
total erasure of persona
granting peace at last
and I should have known
And be laid back careful
Whom I trusted last
******* cement cast
Maybe someday
We'll have Unthanksgiving
All the things that have ****** us off
In this life we're living
I've got whole list
I'm sure you do too
What in the world
Is an unthankful girl to do?
I've got no special day
To concentrate on the let downs
I suppose for just today
I'll walk around with a frown
Henry Love Feb 2020
What is hell a lonely place with angry people who have no face who loss they lives they have no pride you hear their pain you hear their cries now what is hell a place that burns and ignorant people who haven't learned they were ungrateful and were so hateful and so demeaning and so unthankful now what is hell a place of worship with angry people who have no purpose the have no eyes they have no nose they have no teeth they have no soul now what is hell a place we live because some people abort their kids so much corruption and the destruction so many backstabbers it's hard to trust them now what is hell it is the mental so many sickening things that we have been through because it hurts it's like you're cursed you've been through homelessness and at your worse now what is hell locked in a cell you have no visitation receive no mail grown men are crying people are dying so many men they fight for freedom they keep trying now what is hell it is disaster where evil human beings they have been captured you're overwhelmed you're life's expelled your soul it burns eternally unitl you're pale now what is hell
Sin
Once I called myself “Illuminati”
Of the god attendant “Annunaki”
Whence I said “stupid majority”
To the fellowmen of my country

For once I considered me a decoy
Of someone high who can employ
A major disturbance against PNoy
Just like playing cards for toy

Ungrateful, unthankful – they labeled me
Parables laden to rebuke discreetly
As the said majority surrounds me
Drained I all of temerity

Mine – four months of transgression
Theirs – eighteen months of retribution
Forlorn me to concise perdition
Hear my call of reconciliation!

Now this moment of abeyance & disconnectivity
I can feel how my country hates me
Watching the extent of my stupidity
Eat & sleep idly to eternity?!

-07/07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
My Poem No. 158

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