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Kashmir-The woman

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.

Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.

Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.

Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.

Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...


Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

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The Strange Marriage of Love and Pain

Love and Pain
Decided to get married
I know it seems strange
For you would have expected
Love and affection to want to tie the knot
After all…they were similar
They socialized in the same set of word families
The artistonyms
Love and passion also wanted
To be forever joined
That everyone condoned and blessed

But, oh, how everyone laughed
At the strange request
Of Love and Pain 	
To be wed
“What’s wrong with your head?
You two are from different worlds
From antonym slums
You can’t unite
And become one!”

Love held on to Pain
And would not let her go….
He smiled a knowing smile
“There has never been
One of us without the other
We belong…
For only when you truly encounter Love
Will you experience Pain.”

Pain shed a tear
And yet she smiled
“Where Love exists
I hover near…
Have no fear
Our union will produce
Beautiful babies
Love sires Joy
A darling child
Love fathers Peace
And Tranquility, in turn
These are the children we will bear
But do beware
Love can’t survive, without Me
For how would He know
How would He be certain
That he is alive….and well
Were it not for ME!

And so Love and Pain
Were wed
Amongst great fanfare
It was a match made in heaven
For never did they depart
One from another

Love and Pain?
Not so insane
Everyone did testify
That one did not come
Without the other
They were tied together
Nothing could come between them
Except their little babies
The most beautiful mixed babies
That eye shall ever see!
Sweet harmony
Of Love and Pain
Who lived.......companionably ever after!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Inside scrapings of darkness how restless and doomed, the bellow crashing in like an agonized moon; the tunnel hears blood whooshing in pits full of rain, hurling damn imaginings of her fetus’ pain, wails rip through the stained window and grinds near right lung, heart reeks for a babe frozen knowing breath is gone; if I could pluck her memories from uterine wall, to touch sun’s glint christening new eyes on dawn’s call. ----------- *Sadly,research estimates that approximately 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage; and most women experience a grief period during such occurrences. For Susan's If These Walls Could Talk Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

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Can you hear me god

Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me god?

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep,
do you know the reasons why I weep.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I give up on myself,
is it because you forgot about me and chose to let me deal with myself.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes people hurt me , and sometimes I hurt others,
but it seems you let them be and it's my life you choose to bother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes i feel like I'm your mistake,
is it because you judge me for all the mistakes that I make.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I hate others and sometimes others hate me,
but it seems you don't see others,
and it's my life with troubles you smother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I hate you for taking my mother,
Sometimes I hate you even more for portraying my father.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I think of my past,
and that's when I reliaze that nomatter what I'm feeling now,
it will never compare to the pain I was feeling back then.
It's times like this that I realize that's when you truelly chose to be my father,
to scold me, but hold me, to teach me but reach me.
To show me that my pain won't always last.

I believe this is true, at least that's the picture you drew,
yet I still wondwer, Can you hear me God?

Copyright © katie levy | Year Posted 2006

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Let me fly away

             Let me fly away ….

Open up the door now let me fly away.
I will be in pain more, if you let me stay.
You promised me flowers, nightingales delight,
I cannot face darkness, darkness is the night.
My cup is so empty pour me some more wine,
I cannot live this life, death will be so fine.
In the house of shadows I can see the sky, 
I can see the mountains, I do not know why.
Let me fly away now, I can see the road,
I can see my home there joyously it showed.
I am so so lonely, shadows are my friends,
Stop watching, tell me, when this journey ends.
I do have the wings now purple white and blue,
I know where you are now, I will follow you.
I will fly away now until morning bright,
I want to be someplace that is never night.
Take me with you “Haloo” pour me some more wine,
I want to be all you if the choice is mine.

8/7/17  Haloo

This is another painting of mine, is called let me fly away. It is acrylic on canvas.

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2017

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Pain of Hunger

I quickened my pace into life,
Gazing at the sun as it burns through
and the moon as it glows.

Worried as some of my terror 
resulted from my errors.
Walked through melancholy with 
drops of tears.

Abdomen murmuring and wont stop
torturing, beckoning the worms to feed.
Dizziness overclouded, so the door gets

Feel my head spinning, but  still.
Lips dried like the desert.
Body, pale like a dead bird.

Mischievous thoughts crawled my medulla.
Take by force whats not yours.
Cried for night fall, comes another day.
Hoped to be saved by the day each day
I fell asleep as I fight deceit.

Copyright © Sherifat Aduku | Year Posted 2017

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Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013

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Cry Of A River

There in the trigger
Of Africa's gun,
Lies a giant river
Rich in culture and wealth.

There's a loud cry
From that river
For an answer
Why she ceased to flow

There's a loud cry
From that river
Why she is
Now filled with tears.

There's a cry
From the fishes,
That has nothing
Nothing else to eat.

There's a cry
From the river
Drenched in her own
Fishes blood.

There's a loud cry
From the river
That has no where to flow
And her pride lost long ago.

There's a cry
From mother fish
That just lost
Another fry.

There's a cry
From the river
That has been abused
And caged.

There's a cry
From Nigeria
For a reason
How she became this.

There's a cry
From the people
Whose pride
Are battered and shatterd.

There's a cry
From the river
Asking how
The rain never falls again.

There's a cry
From an old mother
Who has just
Lost her last child.

There's a cry
From this poet
For a reason
Only heaven knows.

Copyright © Toheeb Tiamiyu | Year Posted 2013

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Reflections of a Mirror

Reflections of a Mirror

You examine me as if 
I am an answer-
As if I am the answer.
You search the reflection
Of your own eyes as if
They can tell you more
Than I already have-
But the answer 
Is always the same
As the question;
I'm only repeating back
What you've already
Told me-
I am only the echo
Of your own
Mirror image...
You look at me and see
If you can't defeat
The compulsion to call me
A liar, then at least
Fight against the impulse
To break me under 
Your fist-
I can not fix you
Or myself,
So try to resist the 
Urge to scream at me
When I can't tell you
What you want to know-
Are you trying to
Test some misguided
Hypothesis that if you 
Show me 
Enough of your soul,
I will crack into 
A reflection of
Your heart?-
Is that why you
Let me see you
When you are too
Ashamed to lift
Your face to meet
The gaze of 
Anyone else?
I have seen you
On every sleepy morning
That came to soon,
And every Friday night
That couldn't have
Come soon enough...
I have seen you
On nights when
You are lonely enough
To look at me and 
Pretend that the face
You see behind the glass
Belongs to another 
Human being-
I have seen
Your tears falling thick
Until the surface of 
My glass and your cheek
Are like synchronized
Window panes pondering
Every hesitant smile that you
You have tried on for size,
Before asking me
What I think...
But I am not an answer...
Only a mirror.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

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Once an Archangel, witnessing my suffering,

Descended close to me himself* to find 

With great compassion inquired what was the 

Cause of my pain

“ I can’t understand why so much, I have to suffer.” 

Hesitantly, I replied 

“Well,” he said compassionately,
“This is the only way for you, wisdom to gain!”

© Demetrios Trifiatis
 17 FEBRUARY 2015

*Note: Just for poetic purposes, I used “He, himself.” 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

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This Day

This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
   Day  after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
   I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
   You come to me with words I have only  dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
    Never  have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
    True I have  waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
     There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything  I know giving it all that its worth .     
     To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
     So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me  and dying is all I can do.
     This a day I surely could do without.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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Dissoluting Heart

Feeling of heart got melting 
after dissoluting of pain.
Core of heart got dissoluted 
when dullness of dreams of pain.

Happiness of heart is for a while 
but sadness is for long time 
with a pain of dissoluted heart.

Avnesh yadav

Copyright © avnesh yadav | Year Posted 2014

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My deer

Wish to be like the trees;
Only to feel the breeze
And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves.
Wish to see the sky over me
And to feel that there is nothing out of reach
Wish to feel the waves of the sea
Hitting me on the beach.
To my surprise, when woods I pass
I saw a deer running from the mass,
I hate the scene of the hunter coming,
I hate to see her running and running.
But the bravery appeared
When-with her antlers-she beard
But my legs couldn't stand
Watching her bleed on land.
I thought it is done
That she will never see the sun.
A fantasy I ruminate!
She stood again and I meditate.
She was wounded I can deem
But- with her agile body- she redeem'd
Then..I wish my heart was the deer
That could be hurt but without blear
That could be wounded but stand on his knees,
And never fall apart because any of these
I wish my heart was brave;
To face his scars with faith.
Then my deer will be strong
To  brood fears all day long.

Copyright © Sandy Tadros | Year Posted 2015

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Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014

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Clearly Spoken Tears

Her tears
Spoke clear words
That he couldn't even

Copyright © harmony raymond | Year Posted 2016

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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

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The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is  
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the

Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be 

Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
The epiphany before my death 
Is everything is impermanent 

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2014

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A sunshine behind every darkness 
In the end, we will reach success 
There's a rainbow behind every tear 
Face thy tomorrow with no fear 

The shades of hope are seen from above 
Out of those beast of struggles that we have 
Embarking to defeat the unfair reality 
There's a daredevil in ones identity 

Prejudice exists everywhere 
Turn thy back as if thee won't care 
Let the karma drag them to hell 
They couldn't escape even if they keep on hiding from their shell 

Enjoy as you reap your golden fruits 
Determination,courage and faith are the roots 
Responsive truth as you feel the rain 
Believe in God's plan and let us exalt his name :)

August 5, 2014

Copyright © Joyzel Mae Sotes | Year Posted 2014

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Down the Mountain

Trying to come down a mountain you've already conquered is the true test, and it's a hard one. 
Like pouring cheap sanitizer 
over your bloody hands.
The 99.99 that it may kill will not eliminate the painful little hundreth percent of pain that still stands.
But it is necessary.
I can see parts of my past like jagged rocks I've already placed my feet upon once. They remind me of all the times I slipped up cut myself with such failure I never thought I'd move on from. I slide down the mountain's side, hoping that if I fall forward I will be caught by a cloud filled with the heaviness of my old pride. Reminiscing on a cumulus crime trying to piece together where I made the mistake in believing being selfish would ever put me on cloud nine.
It can no longer hold me
like flimsy caution tape failing to hold an overwhelming riot at bay
and down I go with the rain precipitating all my pain away.

At 6'4, my height is pretty easy to see
my mind is pretty difficult to read
And my beliefs are even harder to understand. 
At times I feel having the word 'susceptible' tattooed across my chest would be fitting for me
just so I could be understood by my fellow man.
I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so 
if I could, without a word I would speak volumes upon volumes of my autobiography and just live the rest of my life shirtless
So that even to the passing stranger, my life story they could comprehend.
Vulnerability at it's finest. 
I learn from experience.

After a long fall, I land close to rock bottom.
The temptation to give up always seems to make camp in front of the exit of freedom. 
I can see two male rams clashing their brains together while making a thunderous noise; the most accurate depiction of brainstorming I've ever witnessed, and an easy way to see that staying stuck at the bottom is a choice. 
There is always something new to learn. 
Something to struggle with up and down the mountain.
What we must learn is to not be ashamed of our struggles, and to instead show how we are victorious through the renewed life we live.

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

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Clueless wishes

he laconic
She verbose
She breviloquent
he pigritude
he leisurely
She vivacious
how will they come together?
will he go to-get- her?
will she separate?
wish knew answers...
wish there were more to nothing, just, i dont know....
wish revealled all
wish she could see all
wish he was lil clear
wish she was open to brreak walls
wish he could break walls
wish she could let walls to be broken
wish things change
wish it becomes locupletative
wish vacivity pessundates
wish dots be clear and join and end pave way for new beginings...
i wish, wishes come either true for new era or new doom....
wish wishes come true.....

hope.. it cmes clearer....

Copyright © Pooja Mitter | Year Posted 2013

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Love and pain

The sun shines as the 
blue sky reigns.
But shadows of darkness have me in chains.
Since she left, my life is nothing but pain.
When she said her love is no longer for me, it took my sunshine away.....

I hope she is OK, I don't want her to hurt.
I'm sure she is happy with the man she deserves.
I hope he is good, this nameless man of her choice.
I hope he treats her as gold, his treasure and his spoils.

The feeling of loss punctures my heart with a knife.
I feel the weight like the end of my life. 
As I sit on the floor, grounded and wounded.
Without her my life is empty and depleted.

For her I would die, I would give up everything.
I pray for hope, for light, a glimmer of something. 
I love her so much I don't know what to do.
Is her heart really for another, I wonder if it's true.
She should be loved and cherished like a jewel of the sea.
Since the day I met her, I had hoped it would be me.

The cost of love is not always free as they say.
To have her happy, I will give my life to pay.
I hope she does not leave, but she has already left.
I wait for the devil to bring an end to this mess.
She doubts me, not trust me I know for sure.
But she need not ever doubt my commitment and love, it has always been pure. 

Copyright © Daniel McBain | Year Posted 2016

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             It has no 
             No flavor 
             Without favor 
              Don t try 
being sanctimonious 
              Just grow 
and achieve like birds 
              So unrivaled  
              Yet, belittle 
               Yet, you 
also bring pains 
the novice 
with huge prices 
               Land of 
               Land of 
remarkable joys 
               Where the 
situation keeps 
changing rapidly 
                You give a 
pain of painful loss 
                A god-
forsaken pain 

Copyright © safiyyah ibrahim abdulhamid | Year Posted 2011

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A Tree That Crumples

I am deceased;
  I perished that day.
    Nothing is left of me,
      I left myself behind.

      There is a new somebody
    alive in the husk
  that once belonged to me
and uses cartilage and skull.

      In death a torment would have ended
      that carries on now
      No flowers on my shrine.

The berth where I was found
no place of pilgrimage.
A tree that crumples
in sorrow.

      Its green petals encompass
    the last of my claret,
  spilt in love
for those who loved me.

I bend down, grasp
  this dry red earth.
    I dig with feeble fingers
      a small hole.

More I do not need.
Sprinkle some water,
and hope one flower
will one day bloom.


February 23, 2017
© Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Tears of a Black Youth

I'm crying out with these emotions that i'm can't explain
I'm crying out with two emotions in my heart,my sadness,and my pain

My tears flow out like a river fall into an endless ocean
My mind feels like its at war with my emotions.

Can you see my tears as they flow out
Can you see the pain in my eyes

Can you understand the pain I'm suffering from
Can you hear me asking why

I'm crying because of the world's ever escalating malice
I'm crying because of the news always showing victims of murderers and rapists

I'm crying because seeing so many deaths.
I'm crying because of seeing innocents breathing their last breaths

I'm crying because of people dying on the street corners
I'm crying along with the other mourners

These tears are for those who've died in wars,barrios,and ghettos
Even though we it was their time to go

I'm crying because the the pain will never go away
The tears will never disappear

All i can do now is pray
And that people can see this black youth's tears

Copyright © Harrison Fairchild | Year Posted 2009

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Broken heart

My heart is filled with so much sorrow. It is aching from disappointments, betrayals, 
deceptions, and lies. How can I stop it from hurting from crying, and from screaming 
in pain. My heart is no longer whole, but in fragments. How could I start mending 
you when I need you to cope. Where do I start from to make you whole again, and 
how do I protect you from further crumbling in pieces. Even though my heart is filled 
with pain, I never stop lovingl How could my broken heart keeping loving, keep 
hoping and keep praying just to be rescued,and there is no rescuer insight. Where 
do I start to go to be mended. Pain has invaded my heart and squeeze out every 
desirable feelings, leaving me cripple in agony. My heart is crippled in pain. I no 
longer know how to be loved because pain has seized my heart.

Copyright © Sophia Smith | Year Posted 2011

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Sadness overcome

Tell me why the tears are flowing/
Sadness overcome.
I kissed him every night before bed/ I must always be the one.
 It is rarely returned, his lips I have not touched/ It is never reciprocated. It's far to much!
Each morning before he goes to work , I must be the one to go to him. For him to come and kiss me/the chances are so slim.
Does he not understand the pain that that causes/ is this because of my flaws?
So often I sit and I Ponder/ this causes my mind to wander.
Does he have affection for another/ is this something I must uncover?
There was a time when you were happy , we were partners he and I. 
Now all I do almost everyday , is sit alone and cry.
I suffer from many ailments I think he doesn't see/ I strongly believe he misses the old me.
My diseases enable me to do many things/ he thinks I'm losing my mind ,  I wish I had wings.
To be able to fly away , free as a bird/ and there would be nothing but silence/not even a word.
Sadness has overcome me , I am totally lost/ I want these feelings to stop - to stop at any cost.
~mp (c)

Copyright © Manon peel | Year Posted 2016

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With a Heart soaked in Pain,
I bowed and removed my Hat,
Tears, tickling my cheek,
Like Matilda i have dragged my Pain here.

An Encomium i have come to pay,
The Pain i tried to Masticate,
Like a rock, It was not edible.

But to You, The Mountain Melter,
Its non-verbal expression is legible,
'cause as The Omnipotence,and Omniana,
You dont need an interpreter.

Higgedly-piggedly i appear before Thee,
To seek Thy Fountain of Gratification,
Pleading You unleash Thy Spigot of Purification,
To shelter me, away from my Pain,and Pains.

                         By Emjoe Centelima®

Copyright © Joshua Abel | Year Posted 2015

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Oh you Happiness,

Do not look at me with contempt


I am, Unhappiness, your twin sister,

Who, without my presence, your name

Would be unknown!*

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     07 February 2017

* Things become known to us because of their opposites, Heraclitus,
Greek philosopher,  sixth century BC

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2017

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Life is an everyday struggle, a struggle that never ends where people die and children cry 
and you learn to just pretend. Pretend that you are happy. Pretend that everything is ok. 
Pretend that this crap is normal, when you know its not suppose to be this way. They said 
God only gives you what you can handle, well I wish he dint trust me so much. Cause eve 
been strong for way too long and at this point rim about to bust. Over 10 years i was held 
captive in that belly of the beast but that has no comparison to the pain eve endured on 
those streets. My precious family dying off 1 by 1, so tragic, so painful i just want to run. I 
cant run to my mom God took her to heaven too, since she has been gone i just dolt know 
what to do. A piece of me died with her, rim no longer whole...i loved my mom with all my 
heart and soul. She wasn't the perfect mother but shes all i knew, mommy if you can hear 
me, I love you.Tell Aunt Lisa i love her and im sorry she left this world in so much pain since 
shes been gone no one is the same. She didn't deserve to be taken out in that horrific way 
but dont worry they are all gonna pay. Life doesn't get any easier, its an everyday struggle, 
it never ends...Where people die and children cry and you learn to just pretend.

Copyright © michelle sleister | Year Posted 2010

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my sun

..........Smile forged with tears and sorrow
          was all I could feel
          i felt the pain on my rips
          as my breath start to break
          the say its a heart break
          I think is a death call
          like a gun short on the four head
          as I stood on the four front
          cautioned with flame of fire
          that burns directly the heart
          Slowly I break down
          as the pain speeds up
          all I could see is yonder
          yonder stranding forth s it's hand
          calling me down to under world
          fighting it was the next option
          Strength far away from me
          water run down the bridges
          I don't want the call,not now
          the sun sets up fear to the skin
          now dishing out death to the soul
          she is the light to my life
..........Could she be my doom?....................

Copyright © Anthony Onyeka | Year Posted 2012