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Laying Here

Laying here ...
On the grass 
Its such a peaceful night 
Layin here ...
As I slowly inhale, exhale
Among the diamonds in the sky 
I soon begin to visualize
Your perfect face, 
your perfect smile
My mind quickly begins to rewind
To the days when you and I
were more than once upon a time. 

I have but one regret in life 
I let insecurities dictate how I walked the line
Hand in hand with ignorance and pride
So many feelings I held inside
The love of my life, I self denied

If only I had told u a long time ago 
Your name is written on my heart, 
Your silhouette imprinted within my soul
Maybe u would have never closed your door 
                  on me ....
              I cant get in..... 

He changed the lock
And now she holds the key. 

And here I am
Laying here ...
Wondering if she sees 
You as I do now. 

Copyright © Beverly Vera | Year Posted 2014

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)

Copyright © Stefanie Jones | Year Posted 2012

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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Broken Soldier

Ive been to war, Through hell and back, I came back empty, Soul broken and cracked.

I've missed many days, Missed many nights with my family I hold so tight.

Birthdays, Christmas, Opening day, Making the playoffs ,even school plays

don't get me wrong, I did this by choice, But now that I'm "broken" I have no voice.

I want to stay, You say no, You're broken soldier you must go.

you say speak up, It's ok, The Army is different in this day in age.

We care about you, We want you to succeed, You have what?...PTSD

I know I said talk, That it was okay, But something like that, Doesn't go away.

We can't give you a gun, Got to take back them boots, They say that it happens, People snap and they shoot.

I'm sorry to tell you, But that just ain't true, I'm a soldier a veteran I did this for you.

Now I'm left with memories of people and places.

Along with new ones.
People's faces, When I say I was in.
But now I'm out.
They ask me why
I cry and I shout.
who was pushed out.
- Spc.Katherine Parker 

Copyright © katherine Parker | Year Posted 2015

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In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.

in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

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My Sorrow Is My Curse

My sorrow is deeper,
Than the ocean.
The agony I feel,
Is unbearable,
A pain I cannot withstand.
It’s like a great burden, 
Has been placed on my shoulders.
I can no longer bear the pain,
Of the past and present.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

My sorrow grips my soul,
In an icy hold,
Dragging me down,
Into the dark, unforgiving abyss.
The pain grows steadily worse, 
Each and every day, 
Every second that passes by,
Every minute, 
Every hour…
Just burns another hole,
Into my heart.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

The sorrow,
Is tearing me apart each day,
Little by little,
A part of me is worn away.
By the time,
I have finished growing,
There won’t be any trace,
Of whom I once was.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Each day,
My pain grows steadily worse,
As every person,
That comes near me,
Always has to leave my side, 
One way or another,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Time is running out,
I am no longer,
The sweet, innocent child,
That I once was.
I am almost gone,
Disappearing into the void,
Full of anger and hate,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Trying to find a way, 
Out of the darkness,
But to no avail. 
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Vows that cannot be replaced,
Are broken without a second glance,
Promises of hope,
And love,
Are wrecked and crushed.
Nothing is safe anymore,
There is no one to trust, 
Nothing to grip on to,
My hold on trust,
And on life,
Is slowly ebbing away,
My sorrow is my curse.

My last hour draws near,
Here in the dark,
No one else is around,
Forever alone,
My Sorrow Is My Curse. 

Copyright © Serina Hetrick | Year Posted 2015

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What if I

What if I disappeared?
Would you look for me?
Would you call my name into 
the galaxies afar and would you 
think of me as you fall asleep in 
your bed at night.

Would you imagine my voice 
carried on the wind could you 
feel me all around

As I travel on roads singing 
your song burning the bridges 
that tear at my heart.

Would you watch the midnight 
news hoping to see my face 
hoping I'm still alive somewhere out there 
in space 

Could you replace me with 
someone else holding your 
hand kissing your nightmares 

Would you forget my name in 
passing as I'm running from 
everything praying it won't 
catch me

Ill see your face in every rear 
view mirror but blow it away 
with the smoke from my 
ciggarette hanging from my lips

You'd never feel my gentle 
caress against your your 
fevered skin never hear me 
laughing at the crazy things 
you say you wouldn't catch my 
tears as they were falling an 
empty space takes your place 

Would you look for me if I 
disappeared today?

Copyright © jamie anderson | Year Posted 2013

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God knows i am sorry

The storm is coming, the wise say.....
I blink in moments of reminiscing the pleasure, but it came with pain.
Choices are never easy if making love wasn’t for the right reasons. 
I mean I didn’t love her I just lusted for her; big curvaceous thighs, apple type ass and her luscious breasts, simply cause she portrayed the image of the video vixens.
 I swear, my mother taught me be cautious but 
Put the vodka in the juice and mix it all up, and you 
Get one hell of a night, to remember. 
In which make the next day a blessing to wake up hung-over.
I mean I’m young and stupidity is the only definition to explain why we do, what we do as youth.
I could have stayed in doors and studied for my math test on Monday. 
But we live with Friday, being the day to chill the ice cube of stress, so I jumped in the car with the fellas, and headed to Tammy’s party.
I was drunk before I got there and I was out of my conscious mind while I was there....
So she was interested in me and I was interested in making another moment to remember.
So I write this letter to you, with deep remorse as I say..
I never loved your mother; and I wasn’t ready to be your father, if time then was now,
I swear I would have never agreed to kill you, 
I wish my actions don’t tell a tale of who I am. 
Cause I always dreamt to have a child... being there every moment, 
When its born, being the arms it cries in, arms which comfort it,  be the hand which hold the spoon to feed it, be there when it takes its first steps, clothed it, bath it, experience things like
Taking it to school, making lunch, have conversations, laughs, moments of enlightenments, moments of frustrations, moments of father to child talks, seeing all sporting games, or being at every award show, taking pictures, ice cream moments, walks in the park.
Do all the things with my child that my father never did.
But I’m fatherless plus I was young and stupid.... although that’s no excuse
I’m sorry again for agreeing to your murder. 
I’m imprisoned in guilt for life.

Lebron Spirits

Copyright © Lebron Spirits | Year Posted 2015

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Life's a Bitch

Don’t be surprised if you wake up and I’m gone, 
Still lying next to you but no longer there
Body limp, lifeless with a fleeting warmth
A look of peace upon my face.
My life has been a waste, an emptiness I could not fill
Failures that lasted too long, and love that could not be returned
Private moments that stayed in the dark
Haunting me until my last dying breath

To those that cared, worry not for when I am gone
Life will continue, my legacies to carry on
My last wish being that I am forgotten
Forgive me not for my sins I have fought with.

Those looking for answers
Be not despondent, for I was never for here
A waste of being, better left rotten
Forget, forgive, or be left wanting. 

Copyright © Robert Roy | Year Posted 2016

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If today

if today you must go,
in search of your light,
that shines dimly in my eyes,
but it is a light i can't deny.

if today you kiss me goodbye,
i will kiss you back solemnly,
and stretch my lips into a big smile,
i want you to see me happy at the least.

if today you find your dream,
my soul shall rest in peace,
i wouldn't have made no mistakes,
for having let go of you today.

Copyright © Dechen Pelki | Year Posted 2015

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Wading in the Water

I'm wading in the water --
World at my fingertips.
The sun drying out my hair,
Water rolling off my lips.

The world would be like so --
If it were without flaw.
The truth, that's covered from your eyes
Is not like this at all.

I'm sinking down into the depths -- 
The darkness of unknown.
I cannot help but to feel
Confined, so lost, alone.

My head goes under as I sink --
I cannot see my way.
Underneath the water I cannot tell,
Is it night or day?

I reach my hand up to the light -- 
Where black turns into blue.
I search for help, but I find
You ignore my call to you.

I see a dock and I can grab --
A tiny piece of wood.
But as I pull myself to Earth,
It breaks, it does no good.

I'm drowning in the ocean --
And all I see is you.
The way you seem to smile at me,
I must look good in blue.

Copyright © Kirby Browning | Year Posted 2014

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Lionel Derbyshire

Penny I remember
From mummy and daddy
Never I took for granted
Just bought candy
Was called beetle nut
And hard to crack
Filled my hunger tummy
Timmy said it was yummy
He had no money
Shared him a penny
And left for country
Found Tammy jingle bells
Got married and had plenty
Penny back in memory
Mummy and daddy loved me
When times were empty
Penny was not too many
With very little to share
Yet made Timmy very happy.

Copyright © Lionel Derbyshire | Year Posted 2016

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   ………..KRB@BURNING SOULZ…………………….

Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2013

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Where was his helmet

Into the midnight cold he rides; 
a chance travel, on the wild side; 
this is the vision, that always repeats, 
whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street. 
Alone he travels on his way home, 
until a mystery sends him flying into the air, 
and has him crashing into the ground far from the road. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
In pain he lays all alone, 
until two-friends rush to his aid, 
and frantically made emergency calls from his phone; 
paramedics arrive and relieve his friends, 
as his journey into the unknown slowly begins. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
Now in a hospital lying on a bed, 
with nothing but sheer pain streaking through his head, 
mom rushes into the hospital with one of her sons by her side, 
the other son was in Iraq unaware awaiting R&R and waiting on his airplane ride; 
a devastated mother and a saddened brother both watched as the youngest sighed, 
eyes watery with tears as they watched him slip into the cold night. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
I received the terrible news while I was in Ballad waiting for a good plane, 
instead I was rushed to an awful flight and my heart felt immense pain; 
I begged and I pleaded with God, 
Please O’ please let this plane crash and let everyone but me live, 
I love my youngest brother take me O’ Lord, take me instead; 
he is too young God; he hasn't truly experienced life, 
my goodness he was only twenty-eight and never had his own family, nope not even a wife; 
by the time I made it to Rockford it was too late, 
my youngest brother was forever gone as a chance travel sealed his fate; 
tears in my eyes the pain still burns deep I must admit, 
with only one question in my mind; 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?

Copyright © Kelby Rice | Year Posted 2013

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Farewell Obamas

Farewell  Obamas	
Barack Obama born to be the leader of the United States of America
Asked us to acknowledge and accept each other’s cultural and personal differences around the world
Remembering to stay dignified and taught us that in the face of adversity and criticism to stay focused on our intended goal for the good of all
Always showing us that human kindness should be lived daily
Convincing all of us that good can come from every situation and reminding the world that 
Kind words and kind acts are sweet to the soul and health to our bones
We salute you 
Obamas, it is because of you many of us have been forever changed by truly making us 
Believe we can be and do anything that we set our hearts and minds to achieve
And to Sasha and Malia, you grew up right before our eyes and blossomed into gorgeous young women. You embraced your place in history so graciously, that was placed on you by your father’s decision to become the President of the United States. Thank you
Michelle, you gave many women the right to bare arms. You inspired so many of us to become better versions of ourselves. You too have taught us that despite criticism we should remain focused on our intended goals. Thank you for sharing your family with us and for supporting our President Barack Obama. Our beautiful  FLOTUS,  thank you for inspiring both men and women around the world to live out their dreams. Thank you
And to you Mr. President Barack Obama, thank you for leading this great country while serving two terms in office. You have taught me to dream BIG. You have shown me to encourage those around me. You have remained poised and composed through the criticism and continued to show up for duty every day. I will personally miss seeing you descend from Air Force One with such swag and style with each step. So, Mr. POTUS, thank you for your service and due diligence in keeping me and my family safe to the best of your abilities.  Finally, thank you for sharing your life with the world. 

Farewell Obamas and Thanks for Everything!

 		Author: Michee Corleona

Copyright © Michee Corleona | Year Posted 2016

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The Past Is Ash

The past is ash, you gotta rise like the phoenix, don’t like it call your mama and ask for a Kleenex. The time is long past due to stop thinkin’ and start doin’, start rootin’ for the man inside and stop all the internal booin’. You sound like everybody else with a story, braggin’ about past glory. What about today? Tomorrow will be today again, are you gonna be your worst enemy or be your best friend? Nobody believes you, you don’t even believe yourself, you need to take that bull*****and put in on the shelf. You can only judge and fix yourself, work on that person, no one else. You need to man up and fill your cup with the nectar that life has to offer. You want to win and be stronger, not lose and be softer. You want the fruit of your labor, to love yourself and your neighbor, to love the fan and the hater, to love what you got cuz you got it and you took it and made it cuz there was no tomorrow or later, only back then, back when, back in the day suffering every which way with your back against the wall that you made with your sorrow and your rage. Do what you do and stop being blue, you need a new blueprint printed out and co-signed by the future you, your future self, the architect and the tenant. You know what you got? A new start and a new shot. A chance to stop being a robot. A new lease on life with no lease payments and at the very least, no leash to stop you from running free in a new lot. Now it’s just you, yourself and the pie in the sky. Become the apple of your own eye, the catcher of your own rye, the ink in your own dye, the voice that will question your feelings inside and shine brightly upon all the lies in your mind. Create your future fate before time flies by and history says it’s too late, these words are your bond and your mind is a clean slate. Carve them out and breathe in each letter, fake it till you’re feeling better. Those who wronged you don’t exist, they are not your enemy, burn that list, of people you think owe you one does, except one person, the hardest to find, and while you’ve been dying and losing your mind, and stressing and flexing on struggle and strife, he was right there in the mirror the whole damn time.

Copyright © James Fay | Year Posted 2013

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Self Preservation

Self preservation
I'll go on with my life
What you took from me
Just gave me insight.

I am stronger,smarter more confident too
What you took from me
Has made me brand new.

My eyes are open
My heart is safe
I am now in a whole new phase.

I choose to be happy
More cautious,it seems
I won't change me, to play anyones schemes.

I'll smile,live and love
No one will take that away
I'm the best of me 
and I'll stay that way.

Self preservation, isn't easy
Thats true...
But in life,it's needed
What more can we do.

A lesson learned ,never to late in life
Live,love and be happy
It's a beautiful life.
The sun,the moon, the water that flows
The green grass and flowers,just watching them grow.

The snow in winter,cold air we breathe
Self preservation,is a beautiful thing.

What you took from me was more than a dream
It happpened in life
But was a goodthing.

I'm a survivor, you're in the past
Self preservation, has gotten me through...
So all I can say is "I Thank You".....

Copyright © Agnes Bugeja | Year Posted 2014

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They will not allow the assisted suicide.
The beetles; fiery and drunk.

After the betrayal of arithmetic,
the spiral staircase.

Fireflies set foot on the skies
to measure the darkness.

The fire between us, of burning fat,
of thousand years, terrifies me.

Moon bleeds on grass, I prick the
voice of the hugging earth.

The salt of the lips now hurts
it was your parting kiss, O sun!						


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012

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My Tear Drops

 My Tear Drops
By: Ashley Marie Smith 
My trear drops fall like the rain, coming down out out of the sky. My tear drops fall for so many reasons, that i dont talk  about. My tear drops fall like the stars at night. My tears come out of no where. I hate crying because i never  can fiugure out  why i  am crying  have of the  time. My tear Drops.
 By: Ashley Marie Smith-Gilchrist 

Copyright © Ashley Smith-Gilchrist | Year Posted 2017

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Lets Pretend

We can try and pretend the truth isn't there
For our sister's sake we can be happy without a care,

Trying to escape the terrible reality just for a moment in time
Doesn't seem to hurt on one and it is not a crime,

If only for a short time there is no sorrow or tears for this moment
Can we make it last long enough to extend the reality for pospoment,

I wish we could stop time and never say goodbye
Is that being selfish or is the love we all feel can some how not let her die,

Why is so hard to accept a loved ones demise
We are only human and unlike a clown we don't wear a disquise,

So lets enjoy her life while she is still here
Because once she is gone she will be way up there.

Written By: Unique Poetry...2009

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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love child

tempted mistress bore a son
acid spit from serpents tongue
sinners sin with no remorse
natures crule and twisted course
passions lust fades away
embedded in the soul to stay
pain conceived of rage
trapped with in a lovers cage
hatreds blade sheds scarlet tears
glaring eyes, ringing ears
adultery's sorrowed tail
an innocents life impaled

Copyright © Catrina Hanz | Year Posted 2013

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Today he said he loved me
He hasn't said it for a while
He uses his shirt sleeve
To dry tears from his eyes
He said that he forgives me
For all the things I did
Even if it was nothing 
In his eyes it was something. 

Today he said I looked beautiful
I wore the red dress that I loved
So many reminders of hurt
That fabric held inside it
To sexy,  to slutty , go on fix it
I paired it with gold heels
Yes , the ones he bought me
They make me feel special. 

Today he said my makeup looks good
Little does he know , it hides the bruises
The ones he left when he smacked me about
Oh what good was it to scream and shout
He pulled my hair, and slammed my head
So many times I wished I were dead 
But,  today someone took special care
Did my makeup and did my hair. 

Today he brought me flowers 
The white Lillie's I like
The pain built up inside me
It cut like a dull knife
Slowly , but surely it hurt alright
He couldn't see , it couldn't be
He was taking my life. 

Today he kissed my forehead
He has not done that it years
He puts on a show in front of our peers
He cried and bawled,  held his hair tight
Played the role of a husband all through the night
I watched from above as the man I loved
played the scene to a capital T
I watched them lay into the ground
My still,  white  decaying body. 

Stop domestic abuse #itsnotalright

Copyright © Makayla Gilchrist | Year Posted 2016

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Old Friend We Meet Again

When you meet death, smile as if greeting an old friend.
The fear you feel, is the fear that death will not notice how you've changed.
The lessons you've learned, the tears you've cried, the smiles you distributed to the ones in need.
But death as an old friend sees your discomfort, and wraps a warm arm around your shoulder.
The two of you walk arm in arm in the cold snow, lamp lights flickering in the distance.
Realization finally dawns on you, death was never the taker of your life, rather your guide to a new one.
The snow under your feet is infinitely deep, and you are without shoes.
With each step, melted snow turns to ice on your bare feet.
And the weight, o the weight would be unbearable without death keeping you from falling awry.
The pull of the unknown, drags like gravity down.
But death is strong, and deaths feet like snow shoes plod on through the deep.
The farther you travel, the warmer it gets, and when you look down you see the ice has melted.
The lamplight now looks as if it was made of sun, so warm, so pleasant like the face of an approving father.
Death turns to you and says, "It is time".
Looking back all you see is a tunnel, so dark it resembles the womb in which you first were birthed.
A deep breath, and you step into the waters, warm and inviting.
The snow and cold are gone, feeding this lake of warmth.
And even though it is light, you can see how dark it is until....
You are squeezed into the world that is to become your own, you gasp and suck sweet ether that inflates your breath.
The fear of being alone overtakes you, then you see your mothers eyes,
the eyes of love.
Death waves goodbye with parting words, "We will meet again old friend".

First Law of the Conservation of Energy- Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed to one form or another.

What animates life is energy........If life must create Death....then for the equation to be balanced...Death must create Life...........

It is the roots of Death.....that grow the tree of Life.. and it is the School of Life that prepares us for the University of Death...........and so the wheel spins.....................................

Copyright © Jon Crismon | Year Posted 2016

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Our energies mingled,
Entwined and entangled,
You became a part of me. 

A shining light in the form of beauty, 
A perfect creature,
I loved your every little feature.

A friend like no other, 
A soul so rich, 
You made me feel so much, 
Oozing personality,
Expressive fluidity.

I could see the whole universe in you, 
A real work of art, 
You taught me how to love with my heart.

Copyright © niamh dempsey | Year Posted 2016

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To Late

 I know now,
that you loved me,
with your heart and soul,
and I know in your mind,
that you had a goal,
you wanted me more,
then just in your life,
you wanted to make me,
your forever wife,
I know all this,
because you told me,
all the time,
but I was unwilling,
to make that climb,
you gave me everything,
on a silver platter,
I never thought in my mind,
that I'de see your brains splatter,
because with one little word,
I tore your heart in two, I never meant to hurt you,
or to make you blue,
I believe you were wrong,
when you said,"you won", 
I just think it was an excuse,
an excuse to run,
So with that gun,
to your head,
you left this world,
way to soon,
now me and you will never watch,
another rising of the moon,
so in this poem,
I just want to let you know,
I loved you much{ditto},
but I have to let you go..
good-bye my love

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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Balse Believe

Write thy tragedy, in so 
many ways a promo to 
Read the prophecy,death 
from life every flesh destiny....
Command in many 
authority,read over and over 
the pains that keeps many 
heart beeping,the stains that 
keeps countless heart 
sobbing,the reason behind 
every beauty turn ugly...

In so many wayz we search 
for life....
By so many wayz we die by 
so many style.....
A man is concluded in his 
coffin after so many race  
without a phrase of better 
In as much as everyheart will 
be call upon from the land 
BEYOND of the BEYONE to a 
place of every religion belief 
to face the panel and rife....
A good reason to live,,,a fine 
reason to die....
A precious time to cry,to 
mourn with a couple of 
spoonful salad and 
friedrice,while the celebrated 
is fated-ill and hell 
sure...everyone will say in 
their belief"GLORIOUS HOME 
CALL"while the celebrant 
knows his secretdeed while 
on the roll call,,,celebration 
goes on and on on spherical 
planet,different gorgeous 
dresses,with different mout 
meat,fish and dishes 
pinging,,only fews will 
remember the 
word"EMPATHY"while friends 
and families party-ing.....

The pain is nothing being an 
ambassador to poverty while 
on earth and being denied of 
the behind being good 
religeous belief" PARADISE"
Hell awaiting,death is happy

Copyright © kayzen daramola | Year Posted 2012

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Little Boy

Little boy hold my hand 
Walk with me sweet darling. 
Little boy hold my hand 
We'll make it there by morning. 

Little boy say farewell 
A whisper shall be fitting. 
Little boy say farewell 
For there is no time for sitting. 

Little boy start walking 
For the sky is fading. 
Little boy start walking 
For your father there is waiting.

Copyright © Nichole Schindewolf | Year Posted 2012

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And So It Goes

And so it goes
Life moves on.....
The shadows dissipate into the cool air.....
How they struggled to steal my Breath.....
The Power of Love has replaced their presence......
With Grace this Heart Shines.....
This Journey into the Heavens....
I could Not have made Alone....
Many have held me Dear....
Consoled my Tear....
Their Gentle Care..Is Now Mine to Share...
And So It Goes.........

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2017

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After biding you farewell
I raised my hopes and assured my thoughts
That I would see you again
I stood on my feet strong enough to carry 
I faced the endless journey of my life
I set the past aside except your name
Ringing melodiouse bells in my head
I went away with it
Unsettled in some city
I kept your shadow right next to me
I pictured this,I pictured that and us
Giggling to our teenage stories
I couldn't let it go so I lived with it
After biding you farewell
I went on to meet new men and women
I went on to make new memories
But I kept failing to erase the old ones
Your figure in the midnights
Your shadow in the midday
Always there scaring the lonely part out of 
After biding you farewell
I Stood at the entry gates of my life
I looked closely into the future
I saw you arms open and big smiles
Singing your way back to us in the early 
I gave my every step closer to you
After biding you farewell
I realised I just did the same to my future
And I needed to reunite
Eddie Leo Manomano

Copyright © Edmore Leo Manomano | Year Posted 2014