You were old and new all at once
A deadly temptation
A glitch in my solid nature
And so I dove head first
And as I did I watched the pieces
Of me break away
To reveal an alien
A rawness, a vulnerability
I had never thought I possessed
Yet there I was
And there you were unchanged
And unaware that I was scrambling
For my better peices
You broke me down, You built me up, You made me stronger, You made me tough.
Ive been to war, Through hell and back, I came back empty, Soul broken and cracked.
I've missed many days, Missed many nights with my family I hold so tight.
Birthdays, Christmas, Opening day, Making the playoffs ,even school plays
don't get me wrong, I did this by choice, But now that I'm "broken" I have no voice.
I want to stay, You say no, You're broken soldier you must go.
you say speak up, It's ok, The Army is different in this day in age.
We care about you, We want you to succeed, You have what?...PTSD
I know I said talk, That it was okay, But something like that, Doesn't go away.
We can't give you a gun, Got to take back them boots, They say that it happens, People snap and they shoot.
I'm sorry to tell you, But that just ain't true, I'm a soldier a veteran I did this for you.
Now I'm left with memories of people and places.
Along with new ones.
People's faces, When I say I was in.
But now I'm out.
They ask me why
I cry and I shout.
I'm a BROKEN SOLDIER
who was pushed out.
- Spc.Katherine Parker
With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy
It’s my life not expecting you to understand it
A man who when he was a boy his mother abandoned
Alienated like I arrived from another planet
While you were with your family joking, laughing and eating a peanut butter sandwich
I was moved from foster families and children’s homes
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
Everything I go through is some kind of building zone
Treated differently because I’m not wanted or loved by my dad, sister mum or brother
Feel like everyone trying to get to know me is working undercover
So the first thing I do is run for cover
Opposites attract I’m cold inside does that make me summer’s lover?
Being uncomfortable makes me comfortable
I feel safe being vulnerable
I’ll be the first to say I’m dysfunctional
Am I supposed to lie and say everything all great and wonderful?
Should I already understand and know it all?
You belittle me but I’m still growing tall
You wanted me to catch but you didn’t even throw the ball
An insomniac and I know Money can buy a bed but not sleep
But how much would a meaningful hug cost me?
I could wish and pray to the sky
But that’s just not me
Anytime love got me
It seems that Luck lost me
So I Push away the people I want to stay by my side
The ones who are worth your tears won’t make you cry
I could do 99 good deeds for you
But you would count the mistakes I make in life
So I don’t even try no more
I don’t cry no more
Love no one trust no one, **** them all
If you want to walk out my life. Here let me hold the door
Hey everyone, I'm 16 and this is my first
poem that i've ever posted. I would like to
know your thoughts, and thank you for
The night is dark and silent
The thoughts come rolling in
And hour after hour
I wonder where you've been
If you ever think of me
In this deep dark night?
As when the moon above us shines
It's possible that you might
At one point we were one
So long ago it seems a crime
But our bond is of a love
One that will outlast time
If I ever saw you again
I'd ask how you've been keeping?
All I'd need is just one look
Our time all too fleeting
To say that I don't miss you
Would be an outright lie
Without you I am lost
I'm barely getting by
I wonder where you are
When we're so far apart
You're already gone
But never from my heart
I can't ever let it out
Or the sadness will grow
So until we meet again
It's best you don't know
So it's at night in the darkness
Where I think of you
And the night isn't black
But a dark shade of blue
Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
I am a Jewish boy
I wonder if I will ever survive
I hear people screaming and crying
I see skinny people with shaved
I want to see my family
I am a Jewish boy
I pretend to smile
I feel very scared
I touch something that feels like a
I worry if I will ever survive
I cry when I see dead bodies
I am a Jewish boy
I understand someone ought to die
I say people will survive and
freedom will come
I dream that I will survive this
I try to save other people
I hope for freedom
I am a Jewish boy
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
As I stand in a empty street,
Uncontrollably out of my mind.
As the demons rise,
Returning to take back there,
So called pride.
Don't see why I even tried.
There all way to fried ,
In there own state of mind.
Stepping into the shadows ,
As da voices get louder ,
Waiting for reality ,
To come back together ,
Shortly after I seem to
Like a burning wildfire she has only one desire
she will flood herself with blood like a blooming rosebud
She will never inquire about her victims despair
or care of their demise as she hides behind her disguise
She will lure with beauty pretending to be pure
as she starts to secure and endure for more
She moves at night with no sign of fright
for her only lust is to strike and bite.
T Reams for my niece Alexis
i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
Nothing is turning out like I wanted it to.
Everything is now black and blue.
Wrist cut up with a sharp blade.
Blood rushing out like it's being made.
Thoughts of death running through my mind.
Nothing is clear to me, I am blind.
What's going on?
Scissors are suddenly being drawn.
My end is near.
I can see it start to appear.
What you thought were funny jokes.
Made me want to choke.
Prank calls, blocked messages, statuses all calling me names.
You all have caused me so much pain.
Whore, slut, *****, cow, fat, ugly reappearing in my head.
I don't know what to do anymore but lay in my bed.
Who am I supposed to turn to?
I have no one but you.
I dream at nights about not being here anymore.
I don't think I'm a whore.
I have a plan now.
Explain it to me now.
I've got a gun.
It's all been done.
I'm leaving now.
Goodbye everyone, Goodbye forever.
How popular and loved are you?
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,
or those who give you hugs when they see you.
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted.
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,
how many can you call when you out of bread,
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark.
How many who actually follow you in real life,
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,
how many who whatsapp you,
facebook you without seeing your status updates?
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive.
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today.
Your friends used to be,
are posting picture of their families,
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,
how lonely can it get?
How lonely are you?
Maybe you don't need any of that,
maybe all you need is family love,
I may not be the smartest,
but I have shoulders to give,
I have tissues to wipe away your tears,
because I am your family.
we are here for you
Forever setting an casting this life. Forever weeping its sunda as she crashed and put her self at bay.
Hide away weeping and creeping always seeping. Never to see the light of day. For every morning weeping for ever creeping up thy path. Rusty gates lay at bay. Creeping open at a whisper !!!!
The city stands tall at a glance she will never fall. The people fight for the right to strand. But they seek no darkness. And seek no creeping path of sunda. To feel the warmth off this slumber. As they sleep this nightmare away.
The city sleeps but never weeps as she lay in rune. Waiting for her people to walk her streets once more. The city shall stand tall. And shine with all her might as the people return once more.
Turn a leaf that fly to ground.
Like the surf that must be round.
Loosen minds are Autumn- minds.
Rove to Eden does no sins.
Drift in winds are Autumn- senses.
Cursor ways are lights with ends.
Surface dust is Autumn- skies.
Autumn life is easy pies.
Pollute worlds have polluted airs.
Filthy messes are not so fair.
Autumn scenes are worlds that stained.
Social stairways need to think.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.
Fall in battles acts for china tyrants all by nemesis bring to them by ways of good or gods. Battle arrays come for nothing fun. Jokes about the wars are not so easy. Juggled history may hide our ethnic sins. Free the Tibet must be good. Hard and harsh are battles forms. Like a spasm our tyrants need to fall. Front and ranks are falling lines. Puffs of winds are tyrants’ heats. All except are rights are laws are upright sues.
Most are struck off one bodily also get the infected with names on books of true reviews of history.
Dirt removed is something clean. Ways are clean and laws should clean. All debugging all are faults in china tyrants’ life. Judges on sides have bribery panels. Mostly they obtain hireling claques for all their fable shows with history. Each of us should wonder what is cost for tyranny killing. Where are gods? What is nemesis? Foremen laws are franking stamps. Laws so contrasts are equal laws and upright justices. Do it always there.
Double dealing all are something bad.
Social ethos some are wrong.
Cultural pluralism some are good for heads to toes.
Cultural tyranny all are fowls that inhumane.
China manic ways will like the politic infiltrations. Reddish dominatrix tyranny comes as evil jokes.
Made destabilize upright put for shaking some for wrong doers are better worlds.
Laws should destined just and more for human right.
However sometimes Destiny might be cruel. What will gods to say about the more detached of china evil troops?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------
Quite silly to
Birds on the hill
Water and stone not
Not the rule
And no smiling
In south and breeze
And the dissolute
No one else to turn
Also fell in
But are persistent
The wrath of Heaven
With the integration
of tikatik ...
And the plains.
And also quite tired
In nearly depleted
Cause stubborn and
In shy grass
And shoots beyond.
Among those in
The brilliance of
And blaze of
Heat of dawn,
In the world of the
In the air
To spread scattered,
And love dancing
Adjoining the thirst
And mystery machine
Over the world
show the moon
Stare and think,
A light wind
In promising fields!
At night reign
The day head,
And the rainbow
Eager to sit
Notes and stars
On the strength of
And not widows anode
The rose and leaf
Despair is running
Ends the storm!
The moonlight brightens up the night
With all its strength and all its might
Nights so dark but moon so bright
It glows upon my house just right
When it's at its peak of height
That's when it is at its purest white
It is such a gorgeous sight
A sight to see
Just for me
Always got me wondering
I wonder about outer space
And how its such a beautiful place
Has so much history
Yet still a mystery
So much to explore
I want to learn more and more
Want to get down to it's core
I think about this at four
Four a.m. and I see the moon
As shines upon my house
And cast light throughout the world
I don't know if I should love you or hate you
As innocent as I was you just had to label me
You took my love and replaced it with lust
You made me lie
You thought me hate
Most of all you made me hate the color black
You made me hate my Afro
You exploited my curves, my butt and my boobs
Yet I didn't understand why because when I looked at
myself I saw an hour-glass with a pot-belly, curves, thick
lips, with a heart that is so tough and long like the grate
wall of china
Who's mind never shut like the busy streets of New York
Who has scars like the African mountains and valleys
Who has cries like winter rain
With no voice like a whale crying for its child
You left me lost wondering, abandoned if I'm still human...
` HONG KONG starlet YING CHOI YEE..
Which is that flat?
What and where are you that you come from.
What breed? Are you weaned? I am breadwinner only I might. How about you our beloved witch YING CHOI YEE?
Put a smile on face to please. All are moneys ease as you can look so good and lewd on bed or life. Can defended are likely none. Claimants that represent HONG KONG government play a prank and joke in court.
Signs and seeing views of policeman witness just is not queen evidence this time. Who then can prove that she dispose a bag of cocaine away from her car windows.
Who is triad?
What is coke?
Singer also starlet goes up smiling face to please her nabob friend. Seemingly she must please them with sexes and cokes.
Look so good this ways are something bad.
Friend of she as this is very eminent business men and building landlord keeping many flats.
Which is that flat?
Where you come from?
Ways of made argots is not such as only those for cow.
Those are words from me that use to calm you down with much their wants.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
Loss of ambition
Looks like I’m on a mission
Or some sort of a competition
Is it the end?
Should I be where I stand?
I cannot understand
I’ll just smile and pretend…
Looks like I’m lost
Not completely but almost
Disoriented, adrift and scared most
No way to hide or to escape from that ghost
Hunting me day and night
Making sure I don’t feel alright
My sorrow is deeper,
Than the ocean.
The agony I feel,
A pain I cannot withstand.
It’s like a great burden,
Has been placed on my shoulders.
I can no longer bear the pain,
Of the past and present.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
My sorrow grips my soul,
In an icy hold,
Dragging me down,
Into the dark, unforgiving abyss.
The pain grows steadily worse,
Each and every day,
Every second that passes by,
Just burns another hole,
Into my heart.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Is tearing me apart each day,
Little by little,
A part of me is worn away.
By the time,
I have finished growing,
There won’t be any trace,
Of whom I once was.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
My pain grows steadily worse,
As every person,
That comes near me,
Always has to leave my side,
One way or another,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Time is running out,
I am no longer,
The sweet, innocent child,
That I once was.
I am almost gone,
Disappearing into the void,
Full of anger and hate,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Trying to find a way,
Out of the darkness,
But to no avail.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Vows that cannot be replaced,
Are broken without a second glance,
Promises of hope,
Are wrecked and crushed.
Nothing is safe anymore,
There is no one to trust,
Nothing to grip on to,
My hold on trust,
And on life,
Is slowly ebbing away,
My sorrow is my curse.
My last hour draws near,
Here in the dark,
No one else is around,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.
Cheer and root is DONALD JUHG.
Act a way in open also other evil schemes in secret.
Overt does or convert acts are china tyrants ’contacts.
Hong Kong china commie teacher pets might beg for china tyrants blesses.
HONG–KONG-Donald Jung knows a group of HONG KONG dirty noble mutually. What are fringe benefits then? Come and gather together must be some really service for Donald JUNG. Take a seat for private air plane. Take a cruise to cruise with the private one those cruises belong to Hong Kong nabobs.
Feign to acts in ways but make the real confer and moves in other. Does JUNG YIN KUNG HONG Kong ex-C.E.O Donald JUNG pay the traffic fares?
Donald JUNG did kick his followers upstairs.
Ways beside this there are nepotism earn their life as hireling men. Those are yes are kowtow men. They are franking stamps. They are cliques for governing however all are yes and snobbish men. Their worse in self is evil wills
So inferior complex does for their making evil minds as their evil natures take always.
Greedy Donald JUNG cheer and root for china commie tyrants. Once Donald Jung is HONG KOJNG chief executive officer just might always look for fringe benefit among those Hong Kong nabobs just to make him wealthy.
Donald JUNG repulsive behaviors all will twist our facts.
Oracle saints may need those men to clean our donkey back.
So please me and I keep my voices quiet.
China IX JANGPING also HONG KONG leader teams should they know as how to clean my donkey back.
Ranks of moneys really smell but I will take the favor also remain clean. I love money mints. Give me most then I might keep quiet. Are there hush moneys?
Donald JUNG onto ways to come and match or map to evil domain just as cunning china is purer commie henchman.
China ways are worse of lethal hells that hide or hire. Hireling men will have political powers so are snobbish.
Hireling men will earn and keep their better life in some.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------------------
You criticized me to the end of my
existence. I completely lost myself, simply
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my
name and point out another mistake. Self
worth. What is that?
Quite frankly, I'm trying to rediscover
mine. Since it has been perished.
Diminished along with the feeling of
I'm not comfortable anymore. I'm sorry if
you think I'm superficial for liking clothes.
But I'm forever searching for an outfit that
I don't have to tug at and readjust like my
Sorry if my attitude isn't chipper when I
first wake up in the morning after only
getting 3 hours of sleep
because I had lay awake and analyzed
every single one of my actions for the day,
after you insisted on pointing out
everything I could have done better. Sorry
that you think I'm a perfectionist,
because I'm more than aware that I'm not
perfect. More than aware, because you
remind me everyday.
I actually don't strive to be perfect, I just
strive to be accepted. Your voice is like
acid to my ears.
All I want is one day of not having to hear
your icy tone after you call me ignorant.
But ignorance is bliss, don't you know? I
am so lost now that I actually miss the
days that I was naive to this world.
The days where I just nodded and obeyed.
Thinking that it would eventually change
But no...it changed me. I've become a
heartless *****. Actually, I care SO much.
Though, no one knows that. If I come off
as a *****, I'm truly sorry. But I feel
constantly on edge,
like I have to either defend or prove
myself. If someone compliments me, it
has to be a joke.
Who could compliment such a worthless
piece of human existence.
That's what I think of myself now. Your
fault? No, it's mine. My fault for not being
able to overcome this.
My fault for turning to drugs because
Molly was the only one who could make
I counted how many times I genuinely
laughed this year. Six. All of them when I
My fault for locking myself in the
bathroom and not being able to look in the
mirror without bursting into tears because
I hated myself so much.
I'd sit there and write out lists. Lists of
everything I needed to change about
myself, because what I needed to change
about myself was everything.
But, then what does that leave? Nothing.
And if I am nothing, then I no longer exist.
I spent so much time trying to be good
enough for you, that I forgot about what
was good for myself.
Gabriella? Yeah I knew that girl. But she
disappeared the day that she met you.
Some people love to live in their own shadows
where they can be who they want to be because they are afraid
of what others will say about them....
It's not easy to live happy these days
because people love to bring you down...
Even your own friends doubt you
Strongly blocking SHE from roaming out of the righteous pathway.
SHE slip out of the compound SHE set up.
How many attempts more do you want?
Do You know,the fruit doesnt taste nice.
Please ,go back.
Life,Miserable.Plant a good seed in your dubbing organ and water it.
And Then,life shall lift up your lips.
Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious
I was sad and scared, in the middle of the silence, hanging on a string of blades
that is about to snap, a mirror in front of me, cries beneath me, depression was raging around me.