The void,
in which my thoughts have space,
to fly away,
but please, don't hurt me.
Hurt me like you always do,
put sharp blades in my soul,
I know you do.
The memories come up,
the hurt I've been trough and now
I just relive what happened,
in silence too.
Alone in silence,
but than again, I'm not alone.
Ghosts hunt me from my past,
how to avoid them, I don't know.
Can you help me?
Sure you can.
But then it wouldn't be silence anymore,
would it? My dear friend.
I see,
I hear,
I feel,
I fear.
But I hide it.
I zoom out.
I zoom out, pretend to be sleepy
to protect myself - so I don't get hurt by it.
I see people not caring.
I hear them only talking.
I feel sick of it.
But somehow, I fear losing it.
Should it be this way?
Am I ungrateful?
Do I feel too much?
Or is this normal?
Is everyone just hiding it?
May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
Some life events have forced me into deep water,
and I reached out for my hand of protection.
Until that day life had seen me as a squatter,
the hand that I sought wasn’t one of rejection.
I wasn’t knowledgeable of correct words to say,
my prayer that day, was Lord, save me a sinner.
He altered the heart that earlier was as clay,
placing in me the heart of a new beginner.
Since then I’ve been forced to sink or swim,
when issues were causing my life to fade.
On each occasion when all hope looked grim,
in faith believing my life would be stayed.
I can’t do very much, because I’m just a man,
but praise God I know the man with a plan.
God alone knows of all my sorrows,
and He alone discerns my every pain.
God grants to me all my tomorrows,
and at the cross took my sin’s stain.
With burdens heavy I seek one to care,
So looking to him each day I must.
For God alone can my burdens bear,
and only in God do I place my trust.
Bright star, shine far
Deep scar, leaves mar
What if,
We all strangers travelling the same road
What if,
We all desperate souls trapped in our own existence
What If,
We just lost and found beings
What if...
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Voices in my head
Never cheer or praise
Laughter only when they mock me
Highlighting all my inadequacies
Making me feel only shame.
Voices in my head
Loudest when my eyes are closed
Never let me rest
Bringing up all my flaws
Making me feel so sad.
Voices in my head
Causing just pain
Screaming I'm not enough
Even when I do my best
Making sure I feel unworthy.
Voices in my head
Picking apart my sanity
Creating false narrative
Questioning my memories
Making me feel insane.
Voices in my head
I wish to silence
I hope they'll go away
Leaving me alone
Making me feel at peace.
Voices in my head
I know is me
Maybe if I went away
They'll finally go too
No more inadequacies, sadness or shame.
rap pounding in my ears
not at all sure what it means
~ stilletos whacking at my skull
Within the depths of my soul
Lies unbearable pain
The type of pain no one would want to feel
Plus this heart of mine carries a heavy load
That at times I just want to explode
What can I do?
But cry uncontrollably
Until my tears becomes a sea
There's nothing I would not do
Than to rise again
And turn back the hands of time
When I was full of life
Still I don't understand why
I'm not the same person I used to be
Back in the days when I was firm and strong
And completely stress free
How I remember those times
Walking with my head held high
Now, in this day and age
All I do is keep my head down
Drown in self pity and give in to sadness
It seems like an never ending cycle
But despite the suffering I faces on a daily basis
I will fight until I conquer and rise again.
losers made me realise what i'm really good at
throwing hands was never my way to fight
until they arrived and
i broke what was broken by them
i found a way to turn this pain into art
every betrayal that came my way
changed my view about a friend
including the way i see this thing called friendship
Angry voices from the kitchen
Trading bitter accusations,
The sound of a palm hitting face,
Endless hateful exclamations.
I held you tight against my chest,
You felt the pain I tried to hide,
My tears that soaked your small brown head
Have left some stains now they have dried.
When there was none to cling on to,
I held on to your stubby hands,
As I--to drown the guilt and shame--
I drifted off to distant lands.
Somehow though I was young and frail,
Afraid, alone, and not so wise
I found some comfort and some strength
When I looked in your button eyes.
In that dark corner long ago
When sun, moon, stars all lost their shine
It was so cold but you gave warmth,
Your knitted body pressed with mine.
By Poet "A mother's love is never ending, always with a gentle hand."
With a gentle hand,
our life starts off being held and rocked.
As we grow and learn,
life will grow with us.
With a gentle hand,
we are told no many times.
Sometimes we learn,
sometime we do not learn.
With a gentle hand,
hopefully we get straightened out.
In life one day we will need to take our baby,
with a gentle hand.
A broken heart
Can not begin to describe
The pain I feel
My heart was obliterated
Pass the point of return
To the point
Where the ashes
Of which used to contain my soul
Dissolved into the water of my tears
The morning after I tried to die was just like any other. My Grandmother called me from the kitchen, alarming me that I had slept-in too late. My face was puffy in my eyes, cheeks and lips. My body was fatter and more stocky. My color was all-well returned back to my head, with my nose a bright red. I had taken most of the pills in my prescription bottle, surprisingly nobody noticed the amount of them that were missing. Even though I was breathing, I have been dead for months.
The morning after I told her I was better off nowhere, in the thirty degrees heat, I left. I figured it made no matter where I found myself in the world anyways, for I was just a problem made of atoms.
The morning after he told me he loved me I took his blindness and handed it to Jesus, Jesus healed him like he did the others, and suddenly he was just a boy who had said three words he’d never mean.
The morning after the dog left, I saw his footprints embedded in the living room carpet like cement. I saw him moaning and crying at the door like the ghost he was, begging to come back.
The morning after I woke up, I wish I had not. But that's just life.
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