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Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

KNOW THYSELF

Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 


Long poem by Allyssa Pate | Details |

My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
love
they are hurt
hurting
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
sick
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
mask
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
everywhere
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
surely
the sound is mangled
twisted
young
desperate
hopeless
mine
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
weightlessness
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
restless
empty
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
blue
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
white
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
unforgiving
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
searching
searching
until
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
burning
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
surely
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
dead
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
darker
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
hatred
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
then
without warning
I hear him
laughing
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
maybe
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?


Long poem by Ian Howard | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/phobias_440195' st_title='Phobia's'>

Phobia's

     Phobias
	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	
	Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
	
	Achluo the demon that lurks
	In darkened corners
	The long toothed life suckers realm
	I am scared as the sun dims
	It seems to bare my soul
	
	Achluophobia – fear of darkness
	Acro what did they do 
	They called me acrobat 
	This will not do
	I get giddy standing on a matchbox
	Please get a net to see me through
	Acrophobia – fear of heights

	
	Agora just shut that door 
	I am staying here forever more
	Bring me food put it on the floor
	The letter box is just for you
	Don’t, Don’t,  try to get through
	
	Agoraphobia,  Fear of open spaces or of being in public places. Fear of leaving a                    safe place
	Agrap stole my feelings 
	He caught me unaware
	I am now afraid of sex 
	don’t ask me anymore
	It frightens me that’s for sure
	
	Agraphobia – fear of sexual abuse

	Agrizoo an angry gorilla I knew
	Wild as hell was kept in a cell
	As all his kind, even a timid Hind
	They scare the crap out of me
	Please let them run free

	Agrizoophobia – fear of wild animals

	A gyro is just what I need
	I will fit it to my trusty stead
	He will fly straight across that band
	A tarmac nasty throughout the land
	I cannot face the walk you see
	Agyrophobia –fear of crossing the road

	Aichmohe got in a hell of a fight
	They killed him with a pointed knife
	It will come for me just you see
	I cannot even mend his cloth
	Won’t  touch a needle at any cost
	
	Aichmophobia – fear of sharp or pointed objects (such as a needle or knife)
	

	Ailuro he lived next door 
	The bastard sits on the fence
	To me he snarls not a purr
	A Persian he is supposed to be
	Frightens the *****out of me
	
	Ailurophobia – fear of cats
	
	Algo, Away, I am pain free
	This morphine is the best
	First day of pain free rest
	Been told that it will return
	Got some gas, peace I yearn
	
	
	Algophobia - fear of pain

	Andro I’d rather be               (android)
	I am metal and plastic you see
	Electric person not man or woman
	That would be so sad
	If just a man I would go mad

	Androphobia – fear of men

	Antho the pologist got the plan
	He put concrete throughout the land.
	Not one shrub or flower seen
	Not one blade of grass green
	A flower would make me scream

	Anthophobia – fear of flowers


	Anthropo was a lonely man
	Wouldn’t mix with others so
	He lived in a cave, well just a hole
	You would see his eyes peeping out
	A shaking frame if people were about
	
	Anthropophobia – fear of people or the company of people, a form of social phobia.

	Aqua marine or even the wet stuff
	Is enough to drive me mad
	I stay in when there is rain
	Just wait for the sun to shine again
	A damp tissue that’s quite enough

	Aquaphobia – fear of water. Distinct from Hydrophobia, a scientific property that makes chemicals averse to interaction with water, as well as an archaic name for rabies

	Arach no, and know the score
	Those creepy creatures on the wall
	Send shivers up and down my spine
	Six legs and venom to drive you mad
	I am running already it is sad.

	Arachnophobia – fear of spiders


	Astra my name you would think of the stars
	My gaze goes up but not that far
	To the first cloud there in the sky
	If it’s the shape of an anvil I will fly 
	Fear grips me and I don’t know why
	
	Astraphobia – fear of thunder and lightning
	Atychi that was about the size of me
	The others would just make fun
	I was no good to anyone
	A failure of the first degree
	Nothing my goal, was all I could see
	
	Atychiphobia – fear of failure

	Auto matic I will seek people out
	To touch to play as long as they are near
	Don’t leave me in this place alone 
        A singularity is my biggest fear
	I will hold anyone you see I care

	Autophobia – fear of being alone or isolated
	
	Automat o no it’s not true how could you
	An advert that’s telling just lies
	Don’t all the others realize
	What you say is not true, put it right 
	It will drive me crazy I’ll keep out of sight
	
	Automatonophobia – fear of anything that falsely represents a sentient being

	Aviat o if you think I am going in that
	No I am not a scared ***** cat
	If we were meant to go fly
	Wings we would have from him on high
	Fold your machine and put it just so.
	
	Aviophobia, Aviatophobia – fear of flying
	
	
	
	
	Chaeto he was a Greek of old
	Bald as a badger so the story is told
	But why you say is there no cure 
	For him to grow some lovely hair
	For him it would give such a scare

	Chaetophobia – fear of hair

	Chemo therapy keep away from me
	Chemicals scare me I know they are free
	But to have them coursing through my veins
	No matter how good they are, and that jar
	The fear of everything for what they are 

	Chemophobia – fear of chemicals

	Chirop to or not too so I am told
	They stick in your hair best to be bald
	Now I find that my nails are made of hair
	Chirop is what I fear not chiropodist is that clear!!
	Just shave my head and cut my nails dear

	
	Chiroptophobia – fear of bats

	Chromo shines bright in my eyes
	The fear of all colours  I realise
	Now I am safe from a troubled day
	Into my dark room, I have found my way
	Knock when that sun has met its demise

	Chromophobia - fear of bright colors


Long poem by rebecca travis | Details |

She doesnt think someone loves her

Because people have made her promises in the past and they’ve broken them. Because no matter how hard she works or how good of a person she is, she doesn’t believe she is worthy of love. Because she’s had too many people leave her – both intentionally and unintentionally – and she doesn’t want to give them the chance to leave too. There are a million reasons she might not be able to believe that someone could her. And there will be a million more in the future.
She’s been through so much. She’s had moments where she didn’t know how she was going to keep going. Moments where she didn’t think she could get out of bed, and worse moments where she did get out of bed and she felt like an empty shell while she was walking around. At some points, she was so lost and so torn up that she wasn’t even sure if she was real
Sometimes she can’t believe that someone could love her, but other times she wants to believe that someone could love  her, but that’s hard, because that would just be too good, and good is not what she’s used to. She doesn’t want to love someone and then lose them. She’s scared, because having someone and then not suddenly not having them is a lot scarier than being alone.
She might be extremely secure with herself, or she might think she is nothing. She might be somewhere right down the middle. Regardless, she can’t believe she will find love with someone l, because she hasn’t seen it yet. She’s seen some beautiful love, but she has a hard time remembering that kind of love when she’s watching the sadder stories unfold. She’s seen her friends get hurt, and she’s seen her friends hurt other people. She knows that breaking someone’s heart doesn’t always mean you’re a jerk or a heartless monster. She knows good people hurt other good people. Sometimes one person just doesn’t love another in the same way. Sometimes they did love that person and then they fall out of it. Either way, they have to be honest with themselves, and they have to be fair to the other person. In the end, someone always gets crushed.
Maybe she’s afraid to love  because she’s been the person that’s broken someone else’s heart. Being hurt doesn’t always have to mean you were on the receiving end. You can hurt yourself by hurting someone else, to the point where you can’t even breathe and you hate waking up in your own body, knowing what you did and how you made someone else feel. Maybe she loved someone but knew they weren’t the right person for her, so she had to leave them. And now she’s worried that you’re going to do the same thing to her. That, even though some loves her and they kindhearted and they have the purest intentions, they still might have to walk away. She knows there are so many reasons why it might not work, so instead of paying attention to the one reason why it will, she focuses on the ways it won’t. It’s called self-preservation, and it’s all she knows.
She listens to love songs and she lets them pass through her and she wants them to be her life. But she can’t. She wants to be that sickeningly happy. To be so in love that you laugh at things that aren’t that funny and so in love that you aren’t fazed by rude people or stressful situations. But she won’t let herself give into the fantasy of leaning her head against a train window and listening to that song and wearing a dizzying smile as she thinks about someone. She’d rather stay on the cautious side. This side of things is not thrilling or exhilarating. She doesn’t get goosebumps, and she doesn’t feel as if you need to go outside and run a mile in order to get rid of the boundless energy you feel just from thinking about someone else. This side isn’t living. But it’s safe and secure and she has a grip on her head and her heart. She doesn’t feel shaky or unstable. She’s in control.
Maybe, technically, she does believe that someone could her. Somewhere inside of her, once you get past all of the defense mechanisms, she is soft and she feels things and she believes that someone could love her. But this is also the part of her that is the most vulnerable. She knows that if she’s going to let herself feel what they are telling her and if she’s going to believe that someone loves her, she’s going to have to expose her soft side, her vulnerable side – the side she works the hardest to keep safe.
She wants to trust someone. She wants to believe that they will be different. She wants to give them  the chance to break her into a million pieces. But they’ve  to meet her halfway. They have  got to let her know that they are scared too. They have got to remind her that they are  just as much at risk, because she can break them into a million pieces too. If she can’t believe that they  love her, tell her anyway. Every day. Show her. Make her understand that theyre  not going anywhere. Because at the end of the day, you want her to be staring out that train window, thinking only of them.


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Titaniumb

Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long

Are you still left behind? 
Thanks for being so kind…I’m so sorry for being crazy in love and blind…
I bit into the apple of good and evil
Now, tell me, honey – am I your angel or devil?

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

My steel heartbeats sound like a drums in the middle of the night
I will stand tall and bold like a knight…I will the good fight
Where art thou? Where art thou, my darling angel of dazzling light?
Have you tasted the love I have tucked in my…heart of titanium?
Now, tell me, honey before I get off track– am I your angel or devil?
You were my friend, courageous and strong
Determination seeps through my mind
I sweat a river…don’t cry a river for me…I wrote this song
For you alone…thank the Lord of Accord I’m not blind

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

I’m afraid I might lose control…
The evil blood cells are crawling in my veins of pure vitality 
YOU USED ME AS A USELESS TOOL
You’re driving me into a lane of insanity… kissing my sweet fatality 
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

Are you still left behind? There’s more future in store
I bit into the apple of good and evil…I am wicked and week…now, I’m acting like a pill
Thanks for being so kind…I’m so sorry for acting like an attention whore
Now, tell me, honey before I get off track– am I your angel or devil?
You were my friend, courageous and strong
Determination seeps through my mind
I sweat a river…don’t cry a river for me…I wrote this song
For you alone…thank the Lord of Accord I’m not blind

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

Are you still left behind? 
Thanks for being so kind…
I bit into the apple of good and evil
Now, tell me, honey – am I your angel or devil?
I committed the sin…
I blame it on the temptation from deep within
I don’t feel good in my own skin
Where art thou? Where have you been?
I was as tough as titanium…and I’m weak as the victim,
Getting targeted by the predator…oh no, here we go again…

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long
Screaming at the top of my lungs… please, please help me and I’ll give you the rest
Of the rare love that I have tucked in my…heart of steel and titanium…but where do I belong? I don‘t know the difference between right and wrong
Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long

Now, I’m feeling awfully numb
Well, I kept trying
Though I was frankly dying
I’m sick of your lying
Dry your tears – stop that crying 

Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Reaching Out to You

I feel like my life is a clean slate
When I’m reaching out to you
I feel you lingering in my thoughts...
You stitched up my insecure frame of mind 
And stitched up the little pieces of memory 
That knits a smile on my face 
I don't know how to escape my poverty and unstable reality
I ask the darkness kindly, “Will you set me free?”
I should've drove on another lane...
Now I'm far from home…I took the wrong turn
And you’re looking after me while I’m reaching out to you…
You cheer me up with your appealing effulgence 
You beam at me as if your the sun, illuminating the sorrowful sky...
You amaze me with your brightness and brilliance 
My fears are tearing me up like a pitbull, devouring fresh meat
I’m searching hard for you…as if you’re valuable and 
How could you be so good and charitable? 
You’re embraceable…and I’m reaching out to you
For you reveal to me the truth that soothes my soul from troubles  
My tears are springing out of my blue-green eyes
I hate it when you have to wave your goodbyes
You mean no harm by it; your gratitude shines on
Untangle me from my demise and help me reach success
But, what is true success?
 I can always reach out for you, right?
Make me satisfied with your bravery and undying light
Take me away from my mystifying reality...
Sift out my remorse
Things are getting out of hand...things are getting out of course
But, keep this between us:
You will always be the one that shows me my heart’s deep melody
You drown away all misery…and you make me taste your glory
 I wish I could fight your wars for you
You are reaching out for me…but I’m useless…
And powerless – you’ll never find any progress
Where my life is heading towards…
But you won’t reject my helping hand
We should both go to a wonderful land
Please don't refuse this offer…don’t throw it away
I’m reaching out for you every night and day…
Stay with me forever until I die...
We’ll share our glory 
By taking turns writing our fascinating story
Will there be an open door for me to step inside our dazzling dreamland?
Will it lead us to His promise land? – that would be grand!
We feel so trapped in our solitary cave…
We’re reaching out for each other 
I believe that you'll remain strong all throughout our hardships
You'll reach the finish line in no time...do it with all of your might 
And soon, you'll discover that delightful light
But for now, we're blanketed with darkness in this mysterious cave
Be brave... You can do anything if you put your mind to it...
Try your best and never be brought low by discouragement, 
Though we’re stuck in a warped-up pit
Some people will test your determination or push your buttons...
But keep on running!! Keep ignoring the adversaries 
They will run fast, but you can run faster than those unfeeling enemies
Send me your love and never look back or else…
You’ll never be able to reach out for me
Or vise versa… so come flee with me and we’ll always be
In good favor with God, the Almighty creator that makes our heart pump with glee
Keep your pace and put forth tons of effort...think of the marvelous victory 
I wish I could be in your shoes just for this terrific event…or we can both feel it at that moment of positivity  
Help me stay on track...trample away my fears…
Don’t stab my back…with your overflowing tears…
I’m reaching out for you and I’m waiting for miracles to appear
So that I’ll thank the Lord for putting us in good hands
Remind me not to look back...I feel very lost and scared – 
Scrub away my tears and fill my heart with cheers
Help me have an open and prudent mind, so I can accept reality as it is
I need sleep - let me rest and wish me sweet dreams
Or I'll be breaking by the seams…
Breaking by the seams
I’m still reaching out for you, hoping you can hear me
I hope you find a place you call your Island of Ecstasy 
If I were an angel, I'd guide you to your destiny and hand you the right directions
To make you truly understand that I love you dearly…I’ll show you my affections
Could I run with you? 
How far are you willing to go?
Are you running the extra mile?
 Am I slowing you down or am I acting senile?
It was hard to admit the fact that I loved you
Should I confess my feelings towards you? Would it be too out of the blue?
Would it open new doors for me or would it gain displeasure? 
Hopefully the doors won't close for the sake of our Heart
Should I trust you with my life? Will the dreary and dark clouds depart?
Why does it feel so good to think about you?
My heart's yearning for love again…that’s nothing new
I’m reaching out to you – our ascending spirits are gold, not blue 


Long poem by Carol Eastman | Details |

A Spark of Hope

A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came 
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way… 
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.

The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways… 
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…


Long poem by Tuisha Sircar | Details |

Demise of the Frail and Assail of the Skies

The bird wanted to fly

But the wind wanted to blow

“Rest now bird”, said the wind

“You now take it down slow,

And let me flow.”

 

The bird accepted thinking it was a request,

And ignored the proud in his words,

She sat down on the branch to rest,

Keeping down her guards,

Unaware of what is next.

 

An hour passed,

But still the wind didn’t stop,

Now the pace became fast,

Now the wind gone, in place was the storm.

 

Unable to stand against it,

The bird felt helpless.

The emergence of automatic persuasion,

Left the bird in stress.

 

Her home is not the ground,

She lives in the sky,

Feeling gloomy and bound,

She doesn’t even try to fly.

 

She stays where she was,

And starts envying the wind,

The kind of power he has,

That brought down even the born free.

Flying is what she loves,

And the feeling of spreading the wings,

Something that cannot be expressed in words,

The beauty can only be felt within,

But when the storm persists on blowing,

The persuasion reminded the bird of a cage.

The feeling of being trapped,

Even turned down the sage,

Within the bird and now a panic engulfed,

Because everything was happening against her will,

And the storm and his manic laugh,

Harassing and shrill,

Dominating over the world with his power.

 

 Now there is water added,

Pouring everywhere from the sky,

So hard that the vision blurry and fade,

The bird now wants to hide.

And so she trusts the woods,

Under the leaves she takes shelter,

Hoping the safe place could,

Understand and help the helpless her.

But today even the trees are of no help,

The rain is too heavy,

No matter where she hides,

Towards her somehow it will glide.

 

A day passed but still the storm wasn’t satisfied,

He kept on blowing,

Kept dominating the little with pride,

But the bird was now over sorrowing,

So, she decided to challenge the flowing.

 

And it seemed like years had passed,

Since the bird took a flight,

Into the blue and those effects that lasted,

Of serenity, luxury and rights.

 

Now the tolerance was coming to an end,

Her loud chirping of frustration speaks,

And so she comes out of the safe place and,

Into the grey she leaps.

 

It’s like, she dares the storm,

Even though she knows it’s futile,

The proud in him confirms,

That the end could be brutal.

But the little now doesn’t care,

She just wants to fly.

 

The storm does see the bird’s hindrance,

But would not understand the heart,

He will do what he wants,

That is what he is doing from the start.

He will choose when to come,

His wish no one can predict,

When his fun will become,

A thing getting vapid,

He’ll spare the imploring planet.

 

 

The rain can be the reason of someone’s laughter,

It can also make one morose.

The torrent of pouring water,

Is also something he does.

If his will says,

It’ll be a shower of delight.

If he wants it to be the other way,

It can become an element of fright.

 

Now after going a mile,

The bird is in terror,

Still the storm being hostile,

And the bird being the bearer.

 

Though she is tired,

But hasn’t lost all hopes,

And so with eyes like angel she desired,

The thoughts of good and optimism.

But when she looked up with faith,

And saw the grey sky,

She fatigue and her pale breath,

But still she flies.

 

“Stubborn she is no less”,

Thinks the storm, and now he the outrageous,

Losing his charge on the rage,

The sky shines a red that’s vicious.

Then from somewhere a lightning bolt,

Suddenly strikes before the bird,

While she runs from the jolt,

Several others in her surround appeared.

She moves carefully,

But the storm is furious,

And he would not stop,

Until he becomes victorious.

 

Then a surprising tremor ripples,

Through her and little’s every part stops,

Down the bird with rush tumbles,

With eyes full of teardrops,

And her vision turns grey,

But did she lose the fray?

 

As the bird, hit the soil,

She remembered a life,

A life that never once gave her the turmoil,

But always love in rife.

Also a light that the bird saw,

When she first opened her eyes,

Now got vacuumed,

Leaving behind the blackness of demise.

 

The storm witnessed the whole saga,

But still he won’t remorse,

A beautiful little lay dead down,

Sometime else, again a creature would morose,

Because the nefarious never bows.


Long poem by Robbie Butler | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/meaningful_screw_yous_459127' st_title='Meaningful Screw You's'>

Meaningful Screw You's

I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to choose
What state of the neighbor of the temple you use
But you're just so adamant to worship/
Every preliminary negative
Which is why you have sentiment for those sedatives
Want evidence man your head has been/
Set on making your *****Titanic as
You steer into a gigantic crash/
Without any ****ing idea what effect thy absence has/
On the kids and on me too/
My heart feels ripped the honest truth/
To see you empty as your holes in the wall
You're like a ghost to us all/
Pale as the Seroquil pills you down/
I want to help but under the meds what you feel gets drowned/
I have the inauspicious fear you'll end up just like Tommy
That's why I pray every night/ I can't lose you Robbie


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


Why can't you just forget the past
Take some time to look at the bigger picture and not be back in a flash
We're Kruger (pronounced close to sounding like Kroger)/ the fear you helped restore gives me bags
And I'm beyond tired of takin' attacks from your last-
Ing grudge for my darker days/
I love you but I wish to part our ways/
There's only so much my heart can take
In terms of holes and you immerse me in 'em the Spartan way/
It's not our choice we're physically far away/
And yes half the reason is me that our spark gave way/
But this time it's your fault that our world is shaking
You shut me out because the ears of another girl were waiting/
It seems that even for Britney your concern's decaying
It's ****ed up/ 'cause you never acknowledged how much I changed/
'Cause of our rapport me and my fam are pretty much estranged
**** these games you love to play/ 'tween now and then nothin's changed
Good luck not lovin' me as much as pain


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


For a year it's been suicide with clues to find solutions I/
Don't think you're usin' my heartful l advice/ damn dude have I
Not been full of time so you could find/ reasons for you to not be blue and live/
But everytime I cope a sit and let you vent/ you walk off and do the opposite/
Talk about exhausted *****try listenin' to all your promises
And problems it's/ a shame how it's all turned out
I'm so burnt out/
I'll be the last to say this won't work out/
If you take your anger out on me again like I'm a dating spot/
Speakin' of those feelings that you refrain from not (knot)-
Icing was it honesty/ or rants of despar (as in spar) ity exasperated by deprav (as in im"prov") ity/
Or is there a real fervor (as in carni"vore") for me
If so then why you ignor (same as above) ing me/
For a Vai's you say you are not strong enough to close
Go **** yourself with a rubber hose
I don't care where the **** it goes/
I was there when no one was and this' the thanks I get
Never was I a dick to you so why'd you wank me *****/
My tears have turned into repressed anger/
For you a brother to me now a depressed stranger
That I have to put up longer than my dress' hanger


You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Handsome Hurts

Mysteries unveil
Thank the God Most High I have a roof on my head
Eyes that shine and lost in paradise
1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
I dance in a miraculous moment of mesmerizing wars
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…


1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
You and I fire me up with the words Belong and Alone
I dance in a miraculous moment of mesmerizing wars
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Assuming no one cares…everyone chooses to stare…
Maybe I can feel you in my skin…in my skin…
My picturesque kin hang out with me…where had you gone and when shall we begin?
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…


1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
Bleeding…you son of a bastard…feeding on you like a vulture, the ugly bird
I’m stubborn with my flowers…and wasted hours…independence rips me open
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Assuming no one cares…everyone chooses to stare…
Chaos crafts me creativity in mind…in mind…
Subside from my side!!!!! Subside from my side!!!!!! Subside from myyyyy side!!!!!
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…

Burst me open like a bubble if you dare…
Pay me with cranium numbness…
It’s my skill to kill…to kill…
The pill is swallowing me…
The pill is swallowing me!!!!
THE PILL IS SWALLOWING MEEEEEEE!!!!!!! RAHHHH!
AHHHHH! 
AHHHHHHHHH!

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shying away from the light of delight
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
He told me to shut up and now what?
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
Shadows…reflections…

SHADOWS!!!! REFLECTIONS!!!
SHADOWS!!!! REFLECTIONS!!!!
Look at me…Hello? Can you see me? See me?
Hanging out with the gang…
LOOOK AT ME… Hello? Can’t you see me? See me?
Just doin’ my thang…thang…


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