suffering
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A smile is illicit in this city
Where policemen hang their hats
On the beaten bodies of little boys
And bribes
And just not giving a shit about whoever
Whatever
It's not their problem
It's a long shot
Some David and Goliath shit
If Goliath were a whole damn city
And everyone bet on David losing
And David showed up to the fight refusing
But I'll do it
They've given up on me
And I on them
Ordering my days by
How to best pretend
We stand a chance
Selfishly numbing what
I can't takeOf their circumstance
Pain is a thorn that pierces deep,
A wound that won't let go or sleep,
A burden that we carry on,
A constant ache that lingers long.
It twists and turns within our soul,
Everyone talks about depression as if they know it.
But what they don’t know is that depression is a hooded figure standing just outside of a wooden doorway,
We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
A chaos slumber in peace
Like a dragon in sleep
A seizure awaits
Everytime she weeps
A sad song or melancholy air
What good is power ⛮ if it holds back progress? What good
is law ⚖ if it oppresses citizens? What good is human of no
compassion and sympathy? What good is authority if it says
A tear on my cheek
To whom should I speak
Days are tiny and the nights too long
The words that I say, please sing that song.
Well, I've been accused
of being
way too dramatic,
but the world I accuse
of being
much too dogmatic...
I will leave it at that,
I don't want no static,
don't want no arguments,
Behind closed doors she hides herself
and what she has become,
the cuts, the bruises,
the angry words said -
that should never be undone.
But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
My name, Thanatos, resides on all their minds.
Death personified right into its living and breathing form, finds itself in a graveyard as a gravedigger, greatly confined.
Time is passing,
still procrastinating.
With much to endeavor,
won’t last forever.
Dream so wild,
yet aspects mild.
One moment in time,
A thoughtless rhyme.
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous
I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds.
I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
Meeting you brought sunshine to my darkest days
I now had this marvelous motivation in this game we call life
You never had to speak words that could melt gold
When I was a kid
My opinion meant very little to others
I was told that silence is better than to be heard
This became a problem for me
Because society constantly made me out to be the enemy
Do yo bleed
from a wound
You can’t see
And hurt
From the blow
You don’t remember
You will see
Precious to me is he who's friendship is geater in value than any metal.
He who suffers the pangs of loneliness,
self-mutilation of failure,
stings of two unrequited loves,
labido's growling stomach,
when the sun turns red,my heart for you breaks;for I knowit's turning was in honorof your suffering.
How come this universe exists,
When we have verily no unity?
How are we even humans,
If we don’t embrace humanity?
We live this life as a joke,
We’re not real in reality.
We consider ourselves divine,
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony
Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound
Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse
Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
Read it out loud, and listen how stupid you sound
Eternally cursed, because a snake that could converse
Because of an apple off a tree, how gullible can you be?
like the sun
and all the stars
she was bright - -
as lovely as the flowers
as beautiful as the - -
more radiant than all
as joyful and hopeful
as a wishing star
always the smartest
it never stops
the noise within
no breaks
no holidays
no timeouts
Consistency
Intensity
waves of volume weigh me down
particular voices come to mind
always pessimestic
Death is a woman,
But how could i know it?
She doesn't fall in love,
But she sure doesn't show it,
Death is my oxygen,
After too many amoxicillin,
Is there better advice?
Your mind feeds you thoughts that all pile up into your stomachand become the apple seed that sucks away your nourishment and only gets stronger as it grows and grows
Dear soul,
Pain is inevitable, suffering is a figment of your imagination
All of that hatred, all of that frustration
It’ll control you like a corporation
So I'll play my violin
A scale, G scale, D and E
Begins caving.
Up and down the staff
I'll go
As the oceans flood and flow
As the world is burning, burning
I will play what I'd been learning.
I thought your face was covered in snow
I tried to find it, but it’d never show
Old soul, from which I learned a lot
Never told me how to take care of my heart
Dear Love,
For someone so nurturing to others
You sure are disloyal to me
Why is it
That you come so
Faithfully.
That empty-headed smell lingers in the house chanting his name as it swims through the chilling breeze. His name. His name spits out of mouths and into my ears.
Some days I am fire, some days I am ice,
Some days I am darkness, curled up in vice,
But all days I am human, all days I am me.
It is for better or for worse you see.
You always had a smile
full of knowledge and life
Different from others at school
yet, they treated you like a fool
In the last days of summer
the school days were a bummer
I am alive.
I eat, I breathe, I sleep.
Constantly checking my phone,
Facebook notifications from an ex that doesn't deserve my time,
but I give it to him anyway,
cause' I am alive.
WE are the children of America
The children of those who traveled land and sea.
The children of those who plowed fields and picked trees.
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent,
You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
You make me love you,You make me hate you,But can't you see
I always get what I want,so stop messing with my head.You can't make me say "I love you too."Even though I do.
how dare you!
leave her childless;
how dare, this world...
this icy world,
with sin and shame.
allow two boys to take the blame.
who sadly lost their mother,
to the fists of a drunken father!
She knew that loving him would be disastrous, but she was already a disaster. She knew that by holding onto his hand meant that she could be left all alone, reaching out for a hand that was never meant to touch hers.
Tip toeing the trail of self destruction
Teetering on the edge on insanity
Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid
Sewed my eyes shut from reality
It's over when you can't break down
I'm thinking can you acquire everything in this world.
The answer is a no, but your hard work has to be overboard.
Am glimpsing through the book of life, and I see "Life is Short".
Underneath the surface
Tucked just out of sight
There is a dark and dirty place
A place of endless night
The sun has never risen
The moon hides as well
Just pay the toll
Sell your soul
Drawing
Drawing myself
From the inside out
Sheltered by bone,
Veiled in
Cream colored Flesh,
My hand holds my pencil
I am a girl of six
Playing with bones and stones and sticks
Wondering if words will ever stick
Not knowing that in a decade, I’ll be lonely and sick
I am a girl of ten
Dear 17,
be gentle with me
actually, scratch that
bring on all the craziness and intensity
i'm ready to spend nights curled up on the floor crying
kicking and screaming at the notion that life isn't fair
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes
You taste like metal opium
The spoon still stuck between my teeth
Gnaw marks in the handle
From when I tried to swallow it whole, swallow it dry
You be provoking this angerwhen I simply wanna smile,I know you believe that the whole world is against usand there is no justice, but maybe it’s just usI don’t know what has gotten into me
He holds onto me
Even when I loosen my hold on Him
He holds onto me
Even when I feel I'm letting go
My hand's sweaty with fear
Worn with temptations
Disjointed with pride
No one sees the pain you hide.they look past you like your alright.their words cut right into your throatyou cant trust your friends anymoreevery word they say knocks you down. you keep seeing death surroundyour screaming out, crying loudbut all y
And There I was with my mother
with the stumbled soul
and already fallen as hard wood and perforated
The suffering made me my father in life
so fierce the anger of my being to have hope to continue living
This day in age, it always seems
The world is bursting at its seams.
Brothers dying,
Mothers crying,
The most bloodshed that heaven's seen.
Rapes and bombings everyday..
This day in particular
Was really quite gray
The guy next to me sighed
Hey, you okay?
I replied that I was fine
I gesured him to go away
Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
I am greed, want.She is need, lack.
I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity.
She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become.
But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
This sword holds no power, unless you have courage,
The nearest pinpoint strike; blood shed for its own purpose
Once a battle ends, the scene is left in ruins
Wishing that it never had to be a part of—
A little girl
She wanders in the night
Searching for home
Five years old with no place to go
She doesn't understand why
No one can see her
No one can hear her
No one hears her cries for help
i guess this is what happens
when people get too close
they see i am too much
i am nothing but suffering
i consume
the love i try to give gets engulfed back into me
with the brutal force of rejection
Her tears fell down her face
As she let her crown fall
He picked her up slowly
Knowing she no longer trusted him
He kept repeating sorry
But all she felt was the vibration of his lies
A word was never uttered from your mouth
But apologies was spoken from mine
A group of friends hung around you all the time
While I had no one to confort me when I cried
You stole my heart
Every day, there’s enormous bloodshed,
Terrorists chopping off heads in the Middle East,
Thugs throwing acid in girls schools in Africa,
Drugs, kidnap, and murder in South America,
Dear True Love,
Will my feet touch the ground?
Or will I fall into Your arms?
Or be in Your heart?
Or be perfect in Your eyes as the Son still shines?
Cursin' like a sailorIt's okay, right, avail herCommanding the ship so stronglyyou thought you finally had it off mebullets keep bouncing off me like a trampoline, except this one isn't so fun, you see?
Black sand, burning my feet
On this island of pestilence I stand
Each step, a searing heat
But only my heart will it brand.
Around me, I am surrounded by dead foliate
Lost and won all my life,Taught me in each stage of life;Met people too of different types, Some came smiling, Shook hands only to deceit;Took all my sweetness,Then threw as bagasse,When extracted sugary love;Left me alone, To suffer for rest of l
my heart swells with memories of everyone from my past
everyone i hated
everyone i loved
my throat is closing up and i want to go back
and i wouldn’t change any little thing
"The wolves inside my head
Gnawing at my brain
Try to take my essence
And flush it down the drain
Remember who I am
If it's those wolves I tame
If I can't defeat them
I might just be too late
I find a comfort in knowing that death is close, It's soul soothing to know that all the pain and hurt felt will be no more when mysoul leaves this entrapped body.
I look at you with memories flashing through my mind
Those days we used to smile and laugh
Those days we'd play on the slide
My mind shutters through the memories the one's you don't seem to remember
I know it will never be true
Because although they say,
"I will always love you"
Deep down inside
All I hear are the lies
Telling me everyday,
"You will never be good enough
I want to know all of your little habits.
I want to know what it’s like
To be next to you when you sleep.
I want to know how
You sing in the shower,
Setting in the dark head full of thoughts the voices are screaming and screaming who are you?
Do you even recognize this horrible being you call yourself?
.
pain, tears, and suffering
disappointment in yourself
and others’ disappointment in you
anger, hurt, and screaming
This is to the kids who run from fear,
To the kids who are broken and tired of tears.
To the kids who fake a smile everyday,
With cuts on their wrists and resfuse to stay.
Refuse to stay on this Earth anymore,
I am normal like you
yet I feel so much pain.
Words that cut deep
inside me.
They hurt so bad the
constant downgrades
of my life ,yet I find the will
to hold on
It started with a small cross on their backs. They lived, and loved, only wanting the best for each other. As time went on, their crosses grew; and then came the moment where their crosses were united.
Her fingers tremble with the unsaid words that urge to ink the blank page.
From the green depths of her eyes lay sadness and tinges of regret.
Across her arms are slashes made by herself.
Pain is an inevitable part of life.
Pain is your body, mind or spirit way of telling you it hurts.
My bones were feeble
My breath had weathered
My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper
And I listen at how fragile we are...
For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
Love is unbearable
it would be terrible.
Feeling the pain
believing he has something to gain.
The vaguely audible drip-drop of tears onto floor
The sorrow, miserable countenance she wore
The expanding of an internal flame
Who is, I wonder, truly to blame?
She slouched, unevenly sitting
Why does suffering exist
If God loves us so much?
Isn't he all-powerful?
Then why can't he
make traffic go faster,
get rid of my flu,
heal my daughter's cancer,
bring back my husband?
she sat there wielded with a belt of grenades
my mouth a machine gun shooting what i had to say
sure she was pelted over and over by my hate
but when she threw her words at me that was all it would take
Wolves would've done a cleaner job of tearing you apart,
they would have left your bare bones,
so I could identify you in the afterlife,
but the demons have wrought havoc on you,
My Love,
Happiness
Is the one thing
in which no one should
Live with out but the flip side is there
Long sleeves in mid summer.
Always trying to trick the others.
Covering up what The Cat has done,
man many people are dumb.
Walkin around in a daze.
Putting fake smiles on your face,
Thump thumpWho’s there? Nothing but the breeze.Scrape scrapeWhat’s that? Nothing but the trees.Imagination taking overHearing everything but reality.
"You're broken," she stated like he already didn't know.
"Damaged goods," the boy agreed lightly.
She licked her lips and stared.
If I could drink my tears, I’d no longer be thirsty.
If they would quench the fire, I’d no longer be burning.
If they would wash away the worms, I’d no longer be hurting.
You were a great mom
You always did a good job
You took care of me and my life
And you were always a great friend
When times had changed I became the mom
I began taking care of you
Nobody seems to care about all the suffering I see
All the poverty, abuse, and mistreatment
you all should be ashamed of yourselves for allowing your peers to be
raped, abused, mistreated and go hungry
God help the child,
Silent, scared, unseen,
Confused by life`s lessons,
Hurt by hands he loves.
He does no right.
He does no wrong.
Can he find even one
Who cares
Who sees
The Logic Of Todays Youth
Many Young People Today are in great disposition
Simply because we refuse to defer from sin
You see its not that we don't know any better
baby i could care less
you stole my heart and tied it up
now i want it back cause ive had enough
you stole my heart and hold it lock and key
thats okay though cant take me from me
baby i could care less
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something
-Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers"
-To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Loneliness is like an abyss
A world filled with endless darkness
A place where light is consumed
The heart trembles because darkness laughs
It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
The ocean waves touch my feet
As I walk along the lonely beach
Hands in my pocket, my head held high
Tears streaming down my face
It’s never nice, especially on a good
day, Where it loves and would,
Tell of your secrets as if you were,
Playing a game of taboo.
It loves tricks, no treats
I used to be afraid of losing my eyesight.
But now I’m afraid of losing my mind.
The world is beyond crazy, I find.
I turn around and see my life in hindsight,
A shaded memory, a darkened twilight.
Shifting eyes, tight throat, hiding my face as I watch the class make fun of a girl for sharing her issues about PTSD
My little big brother, how I loved you so much,
nineteen years, just wasn't enough.
From the time we were little and I watched you play,
I knew you would grow up, to be special some day.
Am I alone
Surrounded by shadows
Locked on all sides
By the ghostly gallows
I’m suffocating
Can’t breathe in this hell
Too hot for me
I can’t stand the smell
Survival of the fittest
I walked through the door,
My eyes couldn't comprehend,
The shadow of the person I saw.
There lies a friend of a friend,
A person I barely knew,
But my fellow brother in arms.
Why would i ever wish to change the world?
Many would wish to cure disease and safe their loved ones.
Who would blame them? However this world would grow to
Food, water and shelter
That's it..
That's what I would focus on
If I had the chance to change the world.
I'm serious, all other issues aside
Food, water and shelter would be my key topics
We spend billions of dollars to protect our country, but what's the point if behind the walls is a land that's crumbling?
Each poem read has un written story
Each line written is apart of the history of the writer.
In order to write one must feel
and in order to feel one must suffer.
Suffering is what hurts the most
The constant rocking.Back and forth. He wanted to follow the call of the whistle:‘up and over’ boys.But his gaze was lost in the blackness.His breath rasped and hushed by whimpers.
Like a thousand sharp needles, the pain pierces her heart
It ceases its rhythmic beating for a moment
And then stutters back up into a violent start
Breath stolen, excruciating ache in her chest
Daddy drives around the block,
his silver flask in hand.
He takes a swig of liquor
to help him with the pain.
While Mum sits on the patio,
puffing on a cig.
I can’t stand
The way you stare at me
This is how you burn through
You think you know who
I am fighting for
But I am no longer yours
I will never be yours
I can’t breathe
Dear my love, whose name is unknown
I’ve encrypted my unspoken words onto this heart of stone
Each waking hour, each restless night, every passing moment all a paradigm
All this time I was waiting for a signA time when it wouldn't hurt so muchA place where I could love myself And not retort to a blade
I am the guy that never showed sufferings.
I am the guy who cried, the guy who hide of himself in the shadows of lust.
Crying, crying still no one knows what i am capable of. Will I survive?, will I survive ?
I grow weary with every step I take,
down the endless broken path.
My head grows heavy with every breath,
my vision blurring through a swarm of tears.
The way you make me
suffer is so sweet.
It makes me feel alive,
reminds me that I can still care
sometimes.
Wreckage and pain,
but none of us are to blame.
"You cant change who you've become"
This phrase doesn't apply to you literarlly but figurativley its who you've made your self known to others
That DOESN'T mean you cant change yourself for the better...or for the worst
Help me believe that youre the right man for my heart..help believe that you can stand to be the mother of my future childrens...
Isn't it hard, so hard, to forget?
To leave you behind.
To leave behind your smile,
your adorable laugh,
your charming expressions,
the look, the look, THAT look- in your eyes.
The scream filled his
Heart first
Then crept up his spine
And throat, where it lodged
In place.
No sound came
From his
Parted lips.
No words that
Could describe the
In the beginning
this land was calm and peacful.
Harmoniously
it co-existed
with the world surrounding it.
Neighboring lands though,
tainted by evil,
began invading our own;
And it's really sad, how this all worked out.
I watched the scene alter, watched it all fall down.
With a tear or two, maybe three.
I can feel them drowning, or is it me?
I can't believe I was so blind,
To see the mistakes I made,
To see all the chances I could have taken,
To see all the things that went wrong,
To see all the things I could have prevented.
A joker isn’t always funny,
A house isn’t always a home,
A father isn’t always a dad,
A bad person isn’t always an enemy.
But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering.
And by now it is Thursday,
If home is where the heart is, In a home they teach you things,
Then I am out of place, You taught me some things,
Miles to, hundreds from
Where my hearts pulled
Where the sun drowns
Where the wind doesn't blow,
We sit in silent war.
The cry's cold cut on the brink of hysteria
Yellow is associated with happinessBut I associate it with greedToo much money and not enough loveIs something no one needs
My heart was once so open
So innocent and free
I shared it with the world
For the world enamored me
My faith has been tested
My love has been stretched
I've learned so much
But am blind to the rest
My mind has been trained
My heart has been weighed
I've lost so much
But my hope has remained
Happiness lost within a tired reality
A reality that rather be fiction
Fiction that wishes to be reality
The mind unravels to an unwanted place
a place that's been deferred
Stop trying so hard
And just relax
Take each day slowly
And give love back
Life is short
And terribly long
Painfully bitter
Yet a beautiful song
Lost inside something
That doesn’t exist,
Huddled in the corner,
Hiding my face.
Broken to pieces,
Glued back together.’
Stolen from my mind,
That piece that’s missing
I forgot
Those times I sat on my bed and cried, And sobbed my losses after all I tried
And you sat by my side and held me tight
You spoke comforting words to make things right.
So you ask me why I write...
You want to know why I do what I do?
So here, how about I give you a clue,
I am an emotional volcanoe just waiting to erupt,
but not in the way you may think, I don't live to dectruct
All this suffering - it makes no sense
How one could live through such nonsense.
Minute by minute, the pain increases
As it rips through her veins like shards and pieces.
The shade conceals the woods.
The night fly buzzes gently on a midnight breeze.
Through the dark, misanthropic wilderness, it carries Him.
Sun sets on a pleasant day.
A morbid foreshadow,
of the event that will follow,
on the night courage fades away.
Both sides are terrified,
of facing the other,
with friends versus brother,
What is life when all I see is strife?
Those eyes that twinkle like nickel.
The sun reflects the radiant smile of my beloved, yet after a mile it fades away.
bullets streamingclashing minds,killing his and bruising mine,tearing us apart andbreaking timeheart stopped,glitching minda vessel of thoughts ran dry,no love, no trust
If I wandered into a bar and got drunk,
I would leave feeling pleasured and great,
Only to find my head spinning the next day.
Surely there is more to life.
NOTE: My poem is in the image.
I am traveling somewhere in this poem. If you can't figure it out, the answer will be in small print at the bottom right.
The flesh surges under my skin
Demanding I be someone other
Demanding I seek my own pleasure
Bow to the whim of father or brother
But certainly I've done everything
I knew how to do.
Burning bridges
Cigarette light
Charcoal ashes
Acid rain
Do you watch as the world burns?Would you dare not care of the void that litters this earth?
I walk past wonderful, wounded people,
with nothing of worth but the words of my mouth.
Isn't there more than empty words?
Isn't there more to life than this?
Tragedies;
they happen
and there is nothing
anyone else can do about them.
They are a fact of life;
weights on a scale
balancing the sweet
with the unimaginably bitter
and the good
War is declared
On all of you, who hurt
Others; leaving none spared.
You seem to use all effort
To leave them despaired
And, lacking comfort.
I can feel you closing in
Nipping at my heals, only a few steps behind
What do you want from me?
I never asked for this chase to begin
And yet to chase me down, you seem inclined
Who are you looking for?
They are not here,
Not here among the dead.
Who are you searching for?
Whoever they claim to be,
They are not here among the living.
What are you in need of?
No tears relieve the suffering
that’s kept hidden from the world.
I wish tears would cure the problem,
and yet I know they never will.
Some days I fall and the rivers flood
as I question, when will it go away?
The pregnant skies bore
A shower of tears,
Hoping the sun would soon
Return to brighten her spirits.
this is for the broken hearted.. i know you feel empty, betrayed, and no happiness at all. you don’t want to laugh because you know it’s not gonna help and you don’t wanna cry because you know it’ll only make you feel worse.
I.
For the first time in a long while,
I went to my jewelry box, a place
Of cameos and my mother’s earrings,
And took out my necklace of delicate gold
And settled it on my collarbone
Pain throughout my body,
Legs, back and feet.
Oh god this hurts, what did I do?
Nothing works,
Not heat nor ice, pills or massage.
Sigh, just let this suff'ring end.
I am from surrender
From obeying every order
A tarnished childhood
That ended much too soon
The thoughts are often,
the thoughts are deep,
the feelings are overwhelming,
she can't even sleep;
her wrists are full of cuts,
but her stomach is empty,
when she turns off the lights,
How might one describe the rain?
How it patters, how it falls?
Emotion is grasped in fleeting droplets
Feeling is washed by recycled water
Self is contained, self is released
Love is like a rose
It starts off fresh, beautiful
standing strong,
but as the life of it increases
the strength decreases
the scent begins to sour;
peddles begin to wilt.
In effort to salvage
Pitter patter, the rhythmic beat,
As my shoes and the sidewalk meet.
Drip, drip, the continuous beat,
As water smashes concrete.
Even though I've run it through my mind over and over again
I find it damn near impossible to ignore the way I feel within
There's the girl I love it's weird because I can't shake the feeling
Beautiful, submissive, and enduring sufferer! You were the lamb imprisoned within a den of wolves. Abandoned in this world, you understood cruelty’s impermanence. The deepest admiration from my heart’s deepest vaults you summoned.
People suffer in every way,
Live tomorrow,
Die the next day,
Takes the soul of the good and bad,
Doesn't care which one it had,
Live life to the fullest,
Whether you're in your prime,
Some tears say I’m sorry
Some beg please look at me.
Some tears ask just hold me.
Some tears say leave me please.
Some tears say help me… when I feel alone.
Accept and suffer unflinchingly, every hardship presented at hand.
Aim to avoid empty, vain, and idle talk, it only leads more into ungodliness.
Whats presented before you is patience, it's unwavering compassion
Man
Lord, can you completely take control of my mind.
I'm tired of wiriness, jealousy, and being filled with strife.
Your presence is at every turn but I continue to slide.
Faith is my way of life the only reality I'm livin
It's not a front for the world, I'm not just simply pretendin
So you can spread your lies and your doubts, but you won't be catching me slippin
What gift unto this mind was granted so
To make these awful ghosts inside my head?
The fountain pen, accustomed to my woe?
The paper, still awaiting inkwell's thread?
The pen: no door within to human minds,
What if the harmony of saints and sinners /
Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? /
Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage /
Martyrdom, not white but red /
I lost myself a while ago
I lost myself because I lost all hope.
Still, slowly, I try and stand
Though I fall and fall, I will never land
Because in the depths of my heart I know I can do this
I felt myself
drifting
flying
soaring
All eyes on me,
my mask adhered,
my smile plastered,
on plastic face.
What’s this feeling?
The King is just, and justly He decrees,
To quell all offense and weigh every deed,
His righteous demands not one of us met.
Alas, under His rage I dwell in threat,
Of utter destruction; Hell opens wide,
~crying out
she’s just trying to make it
had a boyfriend who beat her..she couldn’t take it
bad things happen to good people
so she wonders if she should fake it
she’s always cautious
Be careful of where you go
There could be a bomb just so you know
Shootings in schools or in theaters
Beware you might be dating an abusive beater
People held at gun point
Their families they disappoint
Almost every night I lay in my bed and cry
as the tears fall I wish I at least knew why
I try to come up with reasons in my head
I think that maybe I'm just stressed
Worried about school and becoming an adult
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west?
Why so much pain that no one should endure?
Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
Broken perfection, Hell slips into Heaven
Sin crashes, and its fire causes damage
Touching every man and all his possessions
Burning flesh
Searing hearts
Breaking wills
The screams of bullets pierce the sky,
As sounds of suffering resound across the night.
The little boy with the gun wondering "Why?"
Stands in the middle of this agonizing sight.
Running from fear,
Running from the past.
One moment, a lifetime, is spent here;
The next, he is gone at last.
Running from life.
Running from pain.
Running from strife.
