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Do you hear my silent cries? Or do you set me to the side? For in my mind the black bird flies, In the Darkness of my mind For each breath you take, For each word you speak, I slowly grow in hate For you, is who, my Darkness seek Do you hear my scream of hate, Just wanting you to die? For now I wait, for you fate, In the Darkness of my mind!

Copyright © andrew legan

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All That Refuse To See

All That Refuse To See

Your ears shut wide eyes up tight
a menagerie sits in absent light
Time and reason are out of sight
stonecold now is courage's might!

Your eyes embrace a newfound cave
even logic can not your mind save
in blindness you are now a slave
treading a path to shallow grave!

Your screams raise no great alarm
dead plants harvest on your farm
No more shall love be your charm 
chained legs match each dead arm!

Your last days filled with cries
fruits set onto your many lies
Dark clouds moan in your skies
Heart rots as soul slowly dies!

Your death was an incoming tide
bled from arrogant false pride
Fait accompli no man can hide
none succeed, many have tried!

Robert  Lindley
01, 23, 1979

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates

Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates

I felt it was time to just let the hell go, 
walking away while you screamed and cursed.
There was no fight then made just for show
an instant decision, one I never rehearsed.
Whiskey had me ready to battle, fight a war
my nerves were shot but courage filled me.
I remember that day- it is still a bad scar,
evidence of the day you forced me to hurt me!

I walked out into a steamy hot August night,
knowing that move was to be set in hard stone.
You looked in awe at that unimaginable sight,
sat there and cried like a sad child all alone!

I look back at your face from memory I saved,
there was anger, fright and hate dancing there. 
My leaving was an act far too damn long delayed.
Like a Medusa, you gave me that hideous stare!

Yet at times, that face clears and is replaced.
By your beauty, dressed up and all in sexy lace!

R.J. Lindley
Jan 23rd, 1988

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Don't Hate Her

Don't hate her because she's beautiful 
Or envy that she's hot
She is all about appearances
It consumes her every thought

Try to look a little closer
Past the makeup and the hair
Beauty has little value
If a person doesn't care

Looks are her priorities
She doesn't work on what's inside
People tell her she's beautiful 
She gorges on her pride

She's an emotional anorexic
Soul food she refuses to eat
Her behavior reinforced
When people fall at her feet

She craves the admiration
The attention she receives 
Pretty is her curse
In the end it's her disease

She becomes a caricature 
Her illusion to maintain 
Fighting the mirror and time
Over and over again

I appreciate a beautiful woman but the Beauty has to emanate from a much deeper place for me to truly appreciate it. The most beutiful women I have met have become more beautiful with each word they have spoken. We need to stop emphasizing the physical when we raise our children, we will then raise up a generation of truly beautiful people.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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Hate Provokes Hate

Children run as jets rip the sky,
for death pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing that their loved ones may die,
panicky people scatter in fright.

Faith harboring hate levies steep tolls,
in the struggle of east versus west.
For martyrs possess revengeful souls,
to which human bombs can attest.
When the sting of a bullet takes life,
killing's not a personal affair.
Yet severing off heads with a knife,
unleashes reality’s nightmare.

Standing on arrogance we feel tall,
till a mine strikes with its shrapnel bite.
And sold on right we think we can’t fall,
yet a boy lays dead lost in this fight.

Innocent blood spills upon the sands,
when kids are casualties of war.
And God fearing souls wash crimson hands,
never knowing what their child died for.

Copyright © Emile Pinet

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Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.

He did more than his share of chasing women 

and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,

but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.

The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.

Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.

His father saw his son as a family disgrace 

and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.

"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.

How can I give my family what they desire 

when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"

Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.

"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."

One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.

The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,

"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.

I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,

searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers 

who cared less after they had used me once more.

I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 

I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,

because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you

is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.

You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.

End your life now and free yourself from this torment

or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.

If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.

Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.

Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.

Let me give you my eternal kiss."

He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."

"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes

and so began Angelus's damnation.

She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.

All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.

Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.

He was the vampire all vampires would fear.

Angelus's Revenge >

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster

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Love Conquers Hate

                                  When the rain stops and the tears still flow…
                                Our souls are unmasked as feelings still show…
                                       Hands that write to lessen the pain…
                                  For my words to be read to keep us sane…
                                     Lasting impressions etched on a wall…
                                 As we sit on the edge of an emotional fall…
                         We grasp this world and the events that took place…
                       As our beliefs are tested through the tears on our face…
                         Hands reached across the land as fear becomes faith…
                                And warm hearts bleed as love conquers hate…

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

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I hate you

I hate you because you stole my heart,
but I don’t want it returned;
The fact that it is safe with you,
is something I have learned.

I hate the way you smile at me,
It stops all time and space;
When you are near, I feel at ease,
and grounded in my place.

I hate how you can make time fly,
and yet, make each moment last;
I feel as though you are my world,
I hate the spell you’ve cast.

I hate the times you’ve shown you care,
I always question why;
I know, that I can count on you,
to catch the tears I cry.

I hate the way you look at me,
what you see I do not know;
I’m scared you’ll find out how I feel,
I hope it doesn’t show.

I hate the way you touch my hand,
because eventually, you let go;
I hate the way you hug me tight,
my feelings over-flow.

I hate the way you talk to me,
Your voice is firm, but kind;
The way you think, is different,
I appreciate, your mind.

I hate you because of who you are to me,
You cannot be replaced;
I hate the way you make me feel,
but my emotions, must be faced.

I love, the warmth your presence brings,
and how you’re always true;
For the soul that you are,
until I die, I will love you.

Copyright © Faaiqah Abader

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Common Sense

with 5,000 hostile words or more
believing that conversation is a contest to be won
I have listened to them describe
that which they call common sense.
as a result, I realize why common sense
isn’t very common

but who am I to say
at the end of a weary day
what is or isn’t sensible?


I listen sincerely and do not merely
plan what I want to say
while it’s still their turn to hold sway

when I am wrong I don’t clang like a gong
and if soon I am singing a different song
I remember it’s change that makes me strong

I don’t secretly wish for their demise
and I don’t try to cut them down to size
for I need their help if I’m to be wise

and when they are done I repeat what they said
so they know that their words went into my head
rather than just immediately cutting them to shreds
I think about it, I discuss it
I think about what they said

in short, 
by being a good listener
by having an open mind
I learn to distinguish the sensible
from that which is reprehensible!

Copyright © Wally Flint

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A Belfast Story

Come hold my hand and tell me lies
Infuse the hate and woe betide
Tooth for a tooth, pluck out their eyes
A soldiers duties exercised
Let's kill the child, from the inside
The spirits of the netherworld
Scream loudly to be freed
Within this world of politics
This cage of hate and greed
I'm right you're wrong
You're wrong I'm right
Whose turn is it to die tonight
A bloody ****ing massacres
The only end in sight
Not for the strong, to sit upon the fence
Let's take the hate and killing to their door
Self righteousness screams out in our defence
Christ knows it's hard to take this anymore
The spirits of the netherworld
Scream loudly to be freed
Within this world of politics
This cage of hate and greed
I'm right you're wrong
You're wrong I'm right
Whose turn is it to die tonight
A bloody ****ing massacres
The only end in sight

Copyright © peter walsh

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When Love Becomes Easy

When loves becomes e-z the world will B a better place
holdin you will B more often N kissin U will have a better taste
spendin time will not be spent but it will B remembered
When loves becomes e-z the doubts U have U wont remember
N When loves becomes e-z we will walk hand and hand with our enemies
when greed becomes powerless we will sail back from overseas
When loves becomes e-z it will B e-z 2 love,
sympathy will have a name N it's name will B love
When loves becomes e-z we will finally let our graud down
when i find love U'll B safe when i'm around
i could love 4ever and hate just once,
and that hate will back fire on me like a broken gun
hate is so e-z and love is so hard,
we love to hate the devil and fear to love God....

if we could love jus 2 love, my love will be everlasting
it will be bullet proof instead of plastic
When loves becomes e-z i will love like the 1st
mayB my mind will unfold, mayB this bubble will brust
it's better not to love at all then to love and lost
because trying to gain that love back is a debtly cost
and when loves becomes e-z a smile will become a gift
5 fingerz will become a hand N that hand will become a lift
When loves becomes e-z the most meaningful word will B firend
and When loves becomes e-z i will love you again


Copyright © Jay PorknBean

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13 things about you, I hate

 13 things about you I hate
I hate how you stare
I hate that you care,
I hate how you smile…
Looking at me all the while.
I hate that you’re bad 
I hate how you’re sweet
I hate how you look at me…
Every time we meet,
Ooh! I hate the way you stand!
And the way you demand!
I hate when you’re sorry
Even more when you worry,
I hate the way you get me when no one else can
I hate how I hate and how I can’t understand.
I hate that you think I hate stuff about you
But don’t actually hate you…
I hate even more…
How that’s completely true.

I hate how the things you do make me feel
I hate how they’re not in my head
I hate that they’re real.

I hate so much how I feel about everything you do
I hate that I…
Might actually…
Love you. 

Copyright © Literrius Miller

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HATE  me more
RATE  me more
       The deep I grow, from my inner core

INSULT me more
FUN me more
        The  Chilled Ice-cream I enjoy with a throat, sore

USE   me  more
GOSSIP me more
        The far away I go from you as you're so bore
BREAK me more
REMOVE me more
         The fast I run to reach my goal till my shoe is tore

BEAT  me more
HURT me  more
         The height I climb to see you as a tiny pore

Mask of love 
with hatred wore
        Insults me more

Insult me more
to make me MORE
       Ye DIL Maange MORE MORE
Rashmi Pawar...............

Copyright © Rashmi Pawar

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Never Forgive Me

                     I am alone
                     I am bored
                     I had enough
                     I want more

Why can't I live without you
Why can't I forget loving you
I run through the night streets
I pick fights just to get beat
You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't... never forgive me

I have no friends
I have no family
I party without pity
Being in a glazed faze
Hell is all I raise

                     I am alone
                     I am bored
                     I had enough
                     I want more

Promises spoken only to deceive
Promises broken I foolishly believed
Nothing last forever nothing stays the same
True love ends when only one remains
People change People leave
People hate People bleed
People hurt People pain
Never never change

                      I am alone
                      I am bored
                      I had enough
                      I want more

I miss you terribly
I miss you miserably
I miss you more and more

                       Turn off the light
                       Turn on the night
                       Let me dwell in
                       My self pity skin

You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't...never forgive me

Copyright © Fritz Purdum

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Dark And Twisted, Another Bloody Body Awaits

Dark And Twisted, Another Bloody Body Awaits

There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.

Cold reality now just a dark and ragged blur
Every day ghastly, morbid scene eats my mind
Absolutely no memory of savagery heaped on her
House sealed up tight so nobody can ever find.

Red in rage, memory from bloody ages long ago
Now burdened with a lovely but rotting mess
Facing each day, a scene from a horror show
Fearing discovery of my greatest, dark distress.

A dream that night, slashing a monster's throat
Walking around in sweet red blood and gore
Satan pleased with this finely sacrificed goat
Now dark and twisted, soul demands even more.

Lurking in a long dark alley in this small town
Obeying murderous, mad urges torturing me
Waiting to seize and bring another girl down 
This darkness not resting, my soul's evil sea!

There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley

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It never takes much for me to fall in love,
but i love, love for all the reasons I hate love,
I love, love because love is what holds me through the night,
but that same love may hit me in a fight,
I love, love because love is my protection,
but that same love may hurt me from rejection,
I love, love cause no two loves are the same,
but falling in love is like continuing a game, and i just don't wanna play anymore,
I want a love that will love me and except me,
Don't try and change me,
but that is just the type of love that will never find me,
so instead of hating love, I fear love,
I fear love more then I love, love,
I have never feared expressing my love,
but I fear falling in love too deeply cause I know that is just the type of love that will 
hurt me, 
I have falling in love so many times,
it always seems like a race against  time,
love never stays with me,  it always leaves me,
it always finds a way to hurt me,
whether it's taking a boy from me, or taking away someone in my family,
loves my tragedies,
but without love leads me to sanity,
I hate the feeling of being alone because I spent my whole life alone,
 I'v done everything in my life on my own,
I don't think I deserve to be alone but I fear what love may one day do to me,
because love I know will one day hit me,
just like daddy hit mommy,
just like love hit my sister,
love wouln't let them excape and I'v seen the pain the blood and the tears,
so love has become the source of all my fears,
I never stay in love cause i feel the need to fun from love,  but this I will never tell,
I may say I love but it's not the same type of love inwhich you know of
because when I love I love deeply,
but my love for love is running swifly,
I am getting older by the year and one day I will have to live with a man,
but I will not love that man I will fear that man,  because if I love him he will grow 
mad, and he will one day hit me,
thats why I fear any guy loving me,
because loves my tragedies.


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Where Hate Can't come Ashore

  Perhaps our Cafe should be,
on an island in the sea.
Somewhere neutral ,fine and free
Where Hate can't come ashore.

Maybe we could close our eyes 
turn down the lights and realize
our friendship is the greater prize,
Come in and close the door.

Are your eyes a darker shade 
your hair in curls or long of braid
Variety is what God has made,
Sameness is a bore.

suppose your world has skies of  green
a purple river in between
Magenta mountains ,
How obscene!
not if I just explore....

The way you see it through your mind,
settle in and take the time
to write a place we all can find,
Where Hate can't come ashore.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren

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Spit Take

I’ll slice the breath you take
Bones, muscles, and sinew taste
I’ll spoon the red gravy you make
And don’t you dare insinuate
I’ll bite the plastic fork to break
Off the boneless meal I ate
I’ll spear the smile you fake
We’ll split half the sin you hate

Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark

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Heartache in ZaniLa Rhyme

Heartache is what follows me about
looking for the love we’d found
I loved you once, but now I hate you
silence left, no ethereal sound

Heartache is the pain you left me I
need to run from this dark place
But now I hate you, I loved you once
let me be free to feel life’s caress

Heartache is the lines on my etched face
shows the world internal pain
I loved you once, but now I hate you
until I am in your arms again

Heartache eases have found a new friend
someone to share in life’s game
But now I hate you I loved you once
my true love you will always remain


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The Dark Curse, The Monster and His Act Of Vengeance Averted

The Dark Curse, The Monster and His Act Of Vengeance Averted

He killed a loud squirrel, hungry hawk and silent mouse
Tossed them in a black bag along with six dead toads
By midnight moon took all to the old hag witch's house
Hidden deep in oak grove at the junction of three roads.

Anticipating that terrible curse he vowed to have laid
As good measure he had managed to get a demon's horn
The old witch demanded such strange things to be paid
As the down payment before her evil curse was to be born.

Caring not at all for what she demanded he buy or steal
He filled with hate, would have a Halloween blood bath
Only pain and blackened hate could his heart now feel
He glorified in this dark curse that would satisfy his wrath.

Deed done, he silently and slowing walked in his glee
Mouth watering when he thought of her great coming pain
Suddenly springing from behind a massive black oak tree
A dark creature fed by his hate and evil accursed stain.

Sudden intense fear, shook him to his sad and black core
Why was this cursed creature now growling and eying him
Had not the old witch given the monster its dark chore
Or was this monster's mind and eyesight truly that dim?

Quick as a flash he drew his trusty razor sharp blade
Now sensing the coming attack was mere seconds away
He realized the double crossing deal the hag had made
For it came to him, that the monster was about to be paid!

Too late to talk, he screamed, come on you damn demon spawn
I have blood in my eyes, and yes, I sold your damn horn
You'll lie stone dead upon the ground before light of dawn
I swear by the hair on my head and life of my first born!

Only then did the massive dark monster laugh and speak
Saying,"you made your damn deal but I made mine much better"
I love most to cut up and then eat the helpless and weak
Your baby firstborn daughter,I was hungry,I already ate her!

Rage leaped into his head,his sword cut out a mighty slash
The monster in pain slashed with is long claws, as it withdrew
He knew his anger and red-hot hate had made him far too rash
As monster's fangs,yellow eyes, and wicked head then regrew.

Next he heard the sound of the old hag witch's laugh there
The monster charged screaming out in hag's best cursing voice
Your dark heart and burning hate doomed you when in my lair
By the Dark Lord's black power you will now die for your choice!

And with that she lunged and snatched out his still beating heart
This was always her final payment for her cursing dark deeds
The hateful man and his first born 's death were on her evil chart
And such hatred always brought blood and death in its seeds!

Down in the dead man's village , a lone house filled in drying blood
All the monster had left was his daughter's small hands and toes
Then a wicked, dark rain brought down its deepest fast flowing flood
Washing away the darkness ,evil and hate thats how the story goes.

Robert J. Lindley , 09-22-2015

Note. -Written for my son, his early dark Halloween story,  as I promised this weekend. 
Better tad late than never..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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At Night Alone

  So here I sit, at night, alone
  Bored and just too many cigarettes to burn
  So I smoke and I wait, seemingly for a call
  And really just ache, cause it's not coming at all
  You're too many miles away from home
  I feel the distance at night, alone
  I hate you for the restless nights
  And I hate me because I know it's not right
  To sit in front of the computer screen
  Searching for the words I just want to scream
  Not even knowing the pain that I feel
  How to describe what feels so unreal
  I miss, just miss, everything that is you
  Laughing for hours at things that you do
  And how could it be that this is the end
  What was to be a lifetime of new things to begin
  But here I sit, at night alone
  And the numbness inside is all that I know

Copyright © Julie Stephenson

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Our World

Dear God please help me understand why people are so cruel.
Why everyone inside this world can't  follow just one rule?
To treat each other with respect and tender love and care,
and hope that one day they receive the love in which we share.

Dear God please help me understand why color plays a part,
why teach our children hate and fear and tear their lives apart.
Dear God please help me understand the tounge and land of some
what give them right to think their lands the only blessed one.

Dear God why must our babies die please help me understand
this gift of love and joy you give we kill with our on hands.
Deasr God please help me understand why brother turns on brother,
and why the love that they once shared is now a hate for others.

Deasr God please help me understand this world in which we live.
Why some would put a price on life and worship dollar bills.

Dear God now in this world we built we must now teach our sons
to have a love for all mankind so they will teach their own.
Our daughters now we need to teach, stand strong and beleive
she is equal to mankind and with your love she will survive.

Dear God please bless this world we built and one day leave our young;
That they our strong and will survive our world that's gone so wrong.


Copyright © linda doster

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Social Media - Life of a Teen

Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall, I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all. 
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet, then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.
I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can't stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can't think of anything else to write.
If I'm really bored I might check out someone else's page instead, to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don't hang out with a lot of friends, but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone's routine day by day, as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway. 
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point, something I like to call bashing.
We think it's normal to yell "Amy's having a baby and Mark is going crazy!"
Texting is another great hobby, I just got a message calling Amy a slut, and Mark's girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect, but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch, but I think it's the reason we haven't slept much.

Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning, but who needs sleep anyways? 
That’s boring!
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita,
So easy to please, seems charming and wise, but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world's latest greatest addiction.

Copyright © natasha ann

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This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet


O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs

Copyright © pat dring

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Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

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The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose

To the Dove World Outreach Center and Westboro Baptist Church

At the Sunday gospel meeting
Coded words of hate repeating
Welcome in if you're Caucasian
Enter not if black or Asian

Sheeple purple Kool-Aid drinking 
For the ones who do their thinking
Giving up their right to question
For a soothing mind possession

You'll take no vino with the host
It might offend the Holy Ghost
So you'll save your Ray-Bans for
The covered drive-thru liquor store

Come sit upon the front row pews
Be born again to hate the Jews
All brother this and sister that
Unless you wear a bishop's hat

You handle snakes and speak in tongues
But you can't even spell in one
You know a single Spanish phrase
And that's "Habla usted ingles?"

You can abuse that Venezuelan
While you worship Sarah Palin
Who can stoke your fiery yearning
For a little Koran burning

You're the lily of the valley
At the LGBT rally
In the spirit charismatic
And the gun on automatic

Time to do some holy rolling
Just outside your place of polling
In each verse and chapter quoting
Clear instructions for your voting

* Title is from The Merchant of Venice - Act 1, Scene 3

Copyright © Roy Jerden

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May the Love of Jesus Touch You

May the Love of Jesus Touch You!

May the love of Jesus bless and touch you!
May his presence be with
 and uplift you!

May the joys of the love make
 you complete!
And touch you, from your
 head to your feet!

May the glory of the lord
 be with and keep you!
His majestic power can really touch you!

May the words that he’s spoken,
touch your spirit!
His mercy and salvation… 
 He freely give it!

May the sweetness of Jesus,
 into your life bring!
His righteousness and beauty!  
Your everything!

May you take some time
 with Jesus in prayer?
How much he loves you! 
 How much he cares!

By Jim Pemberton    07.28.13

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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Happy Question

Today I am going to hop my way to my brother.
To tell him how I feel about not being together.
I thought I could be so kind.
I saw him by the road side and I was blind.
I could just end it all by now.
Today I tried a cow.
It really was hard to do.
Then I hired a semi crew.
I watched carefully, darn he is fast!
My name is Happy ?, I'm Easter's brother who is sad.
He painted eggs that made me jealous and bad.
I hopped one day and he threw an egg at me.
My heart became really cold that memory was key.
I finally thought of it an accident really is going to happen.
Happy Easter is going to be laugh-en.
Good to see you, I said to a mystery man.
I was told not to associate with any human.
It was my last resort.
The man had a sports car a beautiful sort.
I was desperate, now, I'm in a bunny court.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

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To Him Who I Hate

To Him Who I Hate

I need not a man
To define who I am.
I can make it on my own
Lest I’ll be damned.

Was anything real
Was it all just a lie?
There goes my dream 
Of my perfect guy.

Can’t understand why
The reason behind,
The actions he took
Which I continue to find.

I can’t even cry
The hate rages so.
How in the ****
Could he go so low?

He was my all
Too bad I wasn’t his.
Unfortunate now
That I must have his kid.

Should I stay around
I show I am weak.
It is not the attribute
I choose to seek.

My soul is distressed
My heart aches with pain.
I burn with a fury
Which is hard to contain.

Before me lies strength
Behind me mistakes.
I see there the path
That I must take.

Copyright © monique brandt

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We All Bleed Red

Thoughts swirling in my head
Remembering we all bleed red
Life is a tapestry
True happiness a dream
Such a confusing world
Paradise yet to be seen
A country with a dark past 
Some hauntings still last
Unwilling to change, planted in lead
Feel it with your heart and head
No crystal ball
No room to fall
Deeper into our subconscious
Life is far too precious
A bitter pill
Such a large hill
Let freedom ring
Let children sing
Saying hell no
Not in our name
This is a political game
Most looking for fame
Dig a grave
Hell, it's a road you paved 
Here to make waves
 Those who are adverse
Stuck with the curse
Burden on the young
Who is truly free
It will never be you or me
We mourn over the dead
A nation so divided
We are tainted
From birth we are painted
Who are the real heros
We all have blood on our hands
Invisible to most
Only the true can see
Even on our homeland
We have a roll to play
History is witten in stone
Learn from it instead of beating it to the bone
Our futute is only written in clay
Still malleable
All life is valuable
Old school. . New school
It is what's in our hearts
Time to stop tearing one another apart
Just take a stand
Even if you walk alone
Hold your head up high
What is life if you are to afraid to fly?
We all bleed red
Time for a transformation
Get ready to shed 
Change doesn't come easy
Fear those with nothing to lose
We all deserve to live as we choose
Get ready because we all have a voice
Step up and make a choice
We condemn those we don't know
Some of us even for show
Confusion runs through me
Unsure of how things should be
My constant idealistic views
Desperately grasping not to become jaded
Dreaming of a utopia
Generations before us
Marching through the gas
Fighting for peace and love
Is the joke on me?
Is there something I can't see? 
Scared for our youth
Where are the leaders?
Put personal pride aside
Stand tall
Take risks
Look in the mirror
It's time to live without fear

Copyright © Raina Makdissy