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Crossroads
An arrow points in directions
unknown
Perhaps I'm following the seeds
I've sown
The high road or the low road is
a mysterious path ..who can tell
Tis a choice my friend between
heaven or hell..
unknown
Perhaps I'm following the seeds
I've sown
The high road or the low road is
a mysterious path ..who can tell
Tis a choice my friend between
heaven or hell..
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Posted: Dec 2013
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A Bout With Depression!
I give up!
So many times I tried, I cried
Before I finally realized
My best just isn’t good enough.
I don’t measure up!
To others expectations,
I just don’t reach their weight limit,
My proportions make them sick!
I’m too big, I’m too small,
I’m too short, I’m too tall
I have no wealth at all.
But I feel!
My emotions are very real!
And they’re steady at the wheel
Driving me to reveal…
I can love! I can hurt!
I am poor, but I can work!
I am clean beneath all the dirt!
That life has shoveled like an expert…
Does anyone see my worth?
Because…
I give up!
Copyright © 2013
So many times I tried, I cried
Before I finally realized
My best just isn’t good enough.
I don’t measure up!
To others expectations,
I just don’t reach their weight limit,
My proportions make them sick!
I’m too big, I’m too small,
I’m too short, I’m too tall
I have no wealth at all.
But I feel!
My emotions are very real!
And they’re steady at the wheel
Driving me to reveal…
I can love! I can hurt!
I am poor, but I can work!
I am clean beneath all the dirt!
That life has shoveled like an expert…
Does anyone see my worth?
Because…
I give up!
Copyright © 2013
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
One of those moods that precedes a full moon...HATE
Hate! A poison that festers in the heart and passed from person to person,country to country. A cancer spreading,seeking in persute of distruction. It hides in the guise of love,and lives in the hearts of the destroyers of trust and morale. Braker of dreams, killer of hope.Hate alive in those that never really cared.
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Posted: Dec 2013
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Victory
So many times she thought she found love,
That maybe her prayers were answered from above.
So many times that she begged and she cried,
To be free from those hands that pried.
Those fingers that probed and those teeth that bit,
Far too early her candle should not have been lit.
For it was of the purest white, the brightest light,
Now remains the wick, locked in fright.
Born into this world, pure as a dove,
Soft as a lily, this result of love.
She’s stuck in a world, all on her own,
Many mistake her for being grown.
Acting as if she’s a piece of lawn.
Walking all over her, as if it’s some fun.
Then leaving her like trash, in the sun.
Shaken and battered she gets to her feet,
Not ready to admit this disgusting defeat,
Pledging one day, Victory.
But the years go by,
Time, it flies.
Memories still with her,
Not ready to say their GoodBye.
So many times she thought she found love,
That she would find a friend, with a hand to lend,
That maybe her prayers were answered from above,
And maybe to her wounds, they would tend.
So many times that she begged and she cried,
That they would open their heart and take her in,
To be free from those hands that pried,
And free her from her world of sin.
Those fingers that probed and those teeth that bit,
Take her hand and by her stand,
Far too early, her candle should not have been lit,
Tell her that they understand,
For it was of the purest white, the brightest light,
Someone tough and strong, full of might,
Now remains the wick, locked in fright,
Who can hold her throughout the night,
This is a story that few will know,
But none who will show, the burden they tow,
Eyes kept low, Foot pace slow,
No one heard the little girl when she said No.
Today stands the woman, tall and strong,
Looking down on all, who have done her wrong,
For today that little girl is now the Victor.
That maybe her prayers were answered from above.
So many times that she begged and she cried,
To be free from those hands that pried.
Those fingers that probed and those teeth that bit,
Far too early her candle should not have been lit.
For it was of the purest white, the brightest light,
Now remains the wick, locked in fright.
Born into this world, pure as a dove,
Soft as a lily, this result of love.
She’s stuck in a world, all on her own,
Many mistake her for being grown.
Acting as if she’s a piece of lawn.
Walking all over her, as if it’s some fun.
Then leaving her like trash, in the sun.
Shaken and battered she gets to her feet,
Not ready to admit this disgusting defeat,
Pledging one day, Victory.
But the years go by,
Time, it flies.
Memories still with her,
Not ready to say their GoodBye.
So many times she thought she found love,
That she would find a friend, with a hand to lend,
That maybe her prayers were answered from above,
And maybe to her wounds, they would tend.
So many times that she begged and she cried,
That they would open their heart and take her in,
To be free from those hands that pried,
And free her from her world of sin.
Those fingers that probed and those teeth that bit,
Take her hand and by her stand,
Far too early, her candle should not have been lit,
Tell her that they understand,
For it was of the purest white, the brightest light,
Someone tough and strong, full of might,
Now remains the wick, locked in fright,
Who can hold her throughout the night,
This is a story that few will know,
But none who will show, the burden they tow,
Eyes kept low, Foot pace slow,
No one heard the little girl when she said No.
Today stands the woman, tall and strong,
Looking down on all, who have done her wrong,
For today that little girl is now the Victor.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
This was maybe the 2nd or 3rd poem I have ever written. I didn't change anything so forgive me for any grammar or spelling errors.Seeking Guidance
I don’t want to co-exist, I don’t want to exist,
Someone please tell me, why I feel like this..
I gave a shout, I gave a yelp,
But yet no one, came to help.
I bent to my knees, as I begged and pleaded,
But yet no one, gave me what I needed.
I prayed for a home and was left alone,
I prayed for a job and received not a loan,
I prayed for food and obtained not a bone…
I find myself at a crossroad and I don’t know which path to take.
One is to remain in this situation, continue on..
While another is to be brave and finally leave home..
The last contains a skull, mouth ajar, a silent groan..
Ha, Oddly I’ve once traveled the third, Why? Your help was too late.
I currently want to travel the 2nd to see what life has to offer me,
But I find myself stuck on the “How?” permanently..
I’m beginning to feel like a failure more and more,
As I watch my Dreams, fall to the Floor,
It shatters with a “Clash!”
The sound feels like a whiplash,
Upon my soul….upon..my soul..
As I dread, I’ll never be whole.
What is talent, if it gets you nowhere?
What is family, if you can’t find them anywhere?
Let me tell you about a certain Family,
They know your struggles, they know what you lack,
They only give kind words, to say they have your back,
Ha, don’t they know that only alleviates the pain temporarily?
But you smile anyway because that’s whats expected,
You pretend to be happy, because that's whats expected.
You pretend to live on…but everyday…
Although you smile..you feel your Life drain away..
You see everyone else happy but none ever comes your way,
Then finally You see opportunity, but it passes you by,
Why?
I’m afraid our dreams..my dreams..live only in the sky…
Someone please tell me, why I feel like this..
I gave a shout, I gave a yelp,
But yet no one, came to help.
I bent to my knees, as I begged and pleaded,
But yet no one, gave me what I needed.
I prayed for a home and was left alone,
I prayed for a job and received not a loan,
I prayed for food and obtained not a bone…
I find myself at a crossroad and I don’t know which path to take.
One is to remain in this situation, continue on..
While another is to be brave and finally leave home..
The last contains a skull, mouth ajar, a silent groan..
Ha, Oddly I’ve once traveled the third, Why? Your help was too late.
I currently want to travel the 2nd to see what life has to offer me,
But I find myself stuck on the “How?” permanently..
I’m beginning to feel like a failure more and more,
As I watch my Dreams, fall to the Floor,
It shatters with a “Clash!”
The sound feels like a whiplash,
Upon my soul….upon..my soul..
As I dread, I’ll never be whole.
What is talent, if it gets you nowhere?
What is family, if you can’t find them anywhere?
Let me tell you about a certain Family,
They know your struggles, they know what you lack,
They only give kind words, to say they have your back,
Ha, don’t they know that only alleviates the pain temporarily?
But you smile anyway because that’s whats expected,
You pretend to be happy, because that's whats expected.
You pretend to live on…but everyday…
Although you smile..you feel your Life drain away..
You see everyone else happy but none ever comes your way,
Then finally You see opportunity, but it passes you by,
Why?
I’m afraid our dreams..my dreams..live only in the sky…
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
A poem reflects One's inner struggles. A poet never outright says how they feel. It is left upon the reader to obtain their own interpretation. This poem is a reflection, as the writer, of my past struggle with suicide, of how it makes me feel everyday since then, of the pain I still feel. During this time I felt alone, stranded, hungry for a chance. But no matter what I did I always failed. The 1st side-affect to failure is blaming those around you. The past me felt that everyone could help me before it was too late, it never entered my mind that they were unable to, it was as if something was blocking out rationality. The present me only wants to tell my story to anyone who will listen and give me the chance to be heard, the chance I never had during this time. The past me always seemed to reflect on that day every-time failure was consistent. Old habits die hard, right? So please do not misjudge me when I reflect upon the past me. A little saying that I chant constantly, "The Past Should Always Remain Yesterday, No Matter What It Was, Let It Remain Yesterday; For Today Is The Present, Today Is The Only Day That Matters, Today Is The Day You WILL Accomplish Your Dream & Soon Tomorrow, Our Future, Will Shine Bright In Our Eyes As We Look Upon Our Achievement With Pride." ..If that quote was confusing here is a simpler version:
"Yesterday is The Past, Today is The Present, Tomorrow is The Future."
What we do today reflects our future. What we did yesterday...it doesn't matter if we can ALWAYS do better today, and we can.
Anger
Anger looks like a
fiery inferno ready to explode
and consume all around
it
It sounds like a beast
howling in feral rage
thirsty for the blood of
its enemy
It smells like sulfer
from the depths of hell
ready to choke and
strangle the life out
of all living things
It tastes like a sweet
poisen granting you
strength and power
while it destroys you
from the inside
It feels like lava
coursing through your
veins burning away all
thoughts and emotions leaving
only pure fury
fiery inferno ready to explode
and consume all around
it
It sounds like a beast
howling in feral rage
thirsty for the blood of
its enemy
It smells like sulfer
from the depths of hell
ready to choke and
strangle the life out
of all living things
It tastes like a sweet
poisen granting you
strength and power
while it destroys you
from the inside
It feels like lava
coursing through your
veins burning away all
thoughts and emotions leaving
only pure fury
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
another thing I wrote during secondary school englishThe Hole
The lonliness is a gaping Hole
I search and search but can not find
the other part of my soul
The Hole is dark and I need her Light
to keep me happy and bright
to fight the Dark that is my plight
then I would be alright
Until I do I have this Hole
that keeps me from feeling alive
it will be a cursed scar
upon my heart
until the day that I die
The Hole is dark and I need her Light
to keep me happy and bright
to fight the Dark that is my plight
then I would be alright
The loniness is a gaping hole
I will search and search
until I find
the missing piece of my life.
I search and search but can not find
the other part of my soul
The Hole is dark and I need her Light
to keep me happy and bright
to fight the Dark that is my plight
then I would be alright
Until I do I have this Hole
that keeps me from feeling alive
it will be a cursed scar
upon my heart
until the day that I die
The Hole is dark and I need her Light
to keep me happy and bright
to fight the Dark that is my plight
then I would be alright
The loniness is a gaping hole
I will search and search
until I find
the missing piece of my life.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
I wrote this during a creative writing class last year.
pain
My bags are packed
Do I want to stay or go
Pain in my chest I have felt for a while
It comes and goes like a fantom in the night one minute there the next its gone
A tightness like pressure on my ribs trying to get out
To bed I go to rest my head my body
A few pills to ease my pain
Awake the next day
I feel right as rain
Is this a sign of things to come
A warning to diet
To change my life style
Eat modest
Less fat and chips
Hard to resit my life of chips
My fave diet
I eat to excess
Mybe I'll catch that train one day
A one way train to the tunnel of light
But not today
Am still livin
Do I want to stay or go
Pain in my chest I have felt for a while
It comes and goes like a fantom in the night one minute there the next its gone
A tightness like pressure on my ribs trying to get out
To bed I go to rest my head my body
A few pills to ease my pain
Awake the next day
I feel right as rain
Is this a sign of things to come
A warning to diet
To change my life style
Eat modest
Less fat and chips
Hard to resit my life of chips
My fave diet
I eat to excess
Mybe I'll catch that train one day
A one way train to the tunnel of light
But not today
Am still livin
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Posted: Nov 2013
Post Commentdays of color
Its rare to have a day of blue
Sunshine hot summers day
Cloudless sunny skies
Radiant heat
My days mostly cloudy dull
And rain
Some time cold maybe ice and snow
Very rare fog
Snow storms and gale force wind and rain
Most days I see red
Pain and anger I feel
When nothing is right with the world
Every thing going wrong nothin ever
Turns out right
Into the black am consumed
Depessed feelins am consumed
Sunshine hot summers day
Cloudless sunny skies
Radiant heat
My days mostly cloudy dull
And rain
Some time cold maybe ice and snow
Very rare fog
Snow storms and gale force wind and rain
Most days I see red
Pain and anger I feel
When nothing is right with the world
Every thing going wrong nothin ever
Turns out right
Into the black am consumed
Depessed feelins am consumed
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Posted: Nov 2013
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mightier than the sword
Hidden in your lies
is the truth
From the deepest wound
Left an awful scar
I fought in hell
To save one's dignity,
I roared your name
Like steel
Cutting cold
Deep enough
To feel pain
Beautiful turns ugly,
the skin almost creeps
Falling a fine line
To cut at the razor's edge
The face cuts truth
In the deepest wound,
cold hard lies
Did I ever know you
The blackest heart
A complete stranger
Horrid ugly,
in what you done
no respect shown
Cold emotionless heart
Cutting to the bone,
to look crazy
Almost like possessed
Like shut down
Open the eyes
An obstacle between us,
like hitting an iceberg,
something is dreadfully wrong
Then you drew the sword
Shot me down
Buried without closure,
the bitter end
Coldest cut
Scarred deep within
the razor edge
Straight through the centre
Just like a knife,
in searing pain
The finest cut
The tongue
like a paper cut
Drawn with the pen
can cut deeper
than any wound
upon the sword
is the truth
From the deepest wound
Left an awful scar
I fought in hell
To save one's dignity,
I roared your name
Like steel
Cutting cold
Deep enough
To feel pain
Beautiful turns ugly,
the skin almost creeps
Falling a fine line
To cut at the razor's edge
The face cuts truth
In the deepest wound,
cold hard lies
Did I ever know you
The blackest heart
A complete stranger
Horrid ugly,
in what you done
no respect shown
Cold emotionless heart
Cutting to the bone,
to look crazy
Almost like possessed
Like shut down
Open the eyes
An obstacle between us,
like hitting an iceberg,
something is dreadfully wrong
Then you drew the sword
Shot me down
Buried without closure,
the bitter end
Coldest cut
Scarred deep within
the razor edge
Straight through the centre
Just like a knife,
in searing pain
The finest cut
The tongue
like a paper cut
Drawn with the pen
can cut deeper
than any wound
upon the sword
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Posted: Jul 2013
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