Best Recovery From...Lost Poems
Ask me not for which I write
I simply wish to share my plight
Searching for answers, one little clue
I don’t understand the things that I do
I reckon I lost it somewhere in a tear
Shed over someone that I hold dear
But how can I find it, where did it go?
I think its hiding somewhere in the flow
The flow seems as natural as it can be
My own special way of dealing with me
The thing about writing is that I love to learn
Somewhere along the way we all get our turn
Our turn is crucial and there’s no going back
I swear, I could get lost on a small oval track
I reckon that’s the thing I love about our site
I shall never get lost, not as long as I write
To me writing is not just joy it is also a key
That opens the door and then sets my soul free
A.W. Nutter
Soul filling with darkness
Destroying the internal light
Love, peace and happiness
Forever lost in the night
Anxiety and trepidation
Fills every waking hour
Normality an aberration
Sanity being devoured
Family and friends disappear
Cravings, must be appeased
Satan whispering in the ear
The body becomes diseased
Lies and thievery come easy
Bowing to the masters trill
Creating an allusion of ecstasy
Swallowing the poisoned pill
Soul filling with darkness
Destroying the internal light
Love, peace and happiness
Forever lost in the night
I have found myself at war,
deep within my brain;
Have I totally lost control?
Is this what it feels like to go insane?
Have I lost my grip on reality?
Have I lost all my common sense?
That I am willing to hurt the ones I love,
to live on the other side of the fence.
I suppose the money's always greener,
and the women are always so fine;
The pools are always lined with gold,
and the parties are always so divine.
But beauty is only skin deep,
and age catches up to us all;
Sooner or later the parties will end,
there always must be a last call.
Then where will you find yourself standing?
Left out in the bitter cold?
For you've wasted your youth on fast living,
now you find you are alone and old.
I failed in my life, lost all my fame,
I slowly slowly became ,an addict of cocaine.
I needed my stuff daily right at nine,
It gave me false wings, I thought everything was fine.
Hunger of my stuff, increased day by day,
It became a thing I couldn’t stay away.
I was losing senses by passing time,
Cops arrested me and assaulted for this crime.
I shouted, I cried, ”I wanna pass away”,
Cops suggested that de-addiction was my way.
Cops and friends, suggested for rehab,
After completing my rehab, I finally had a peaceful nap.
Running of your sorrows don’t opt for addiction,
I have been through this it increases your depression.
Insults and tauntings this is what you face,
It’s a nightmare, will never leave your chase.
My life came on tracks, after leaving cocaine,
I feel, I believe my time has came.
To push, to win, to earn my lost fame,
To erase this smear, addicted from my name.
-MONISH BHATIA
Power and Form
Are the two elements of a human life
Our words are sweet and sometimes sour
However it’s a deadly trace throughout the human race
We say yes too often to satisfy our so-called rational minds
Is the life of a poet/poetess more fulfilling than a farmer?
Are we the expression of nature?
Or victims of a regimental affiliations
We are as you know impossible and unpredictable
Because we all are crazy species
Power and form
There is no more secret society
The secret of man is publicize under watchful eyes
The world looks into our families’ photos
Looking for the perfect quota,
As each and everyone one of us partake in online revelry
Like an disciplinary cavalry
However, within our soul lies the truth.
I lost one year, one birthday
I rebirth and lost my power and position
Atlas! I am in the lower realms
Now I am in heaven
Lost?
Found.
Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day
Lost-found in a place, living know not.
Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds
While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless
Youth is but a stage of dying
Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass
Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES
Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience
Youth felt emotion lost through existence
Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension
Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else
But where time confronts us all.
I cry when Im low in the mind getting high/
I cry when I can no longer do it all I really do is try/
I cry not because I'm living in pain but becasue I know I'm going to die/
I cry not for the truth but because I grew up around lies/
I cry because I'm lost soul living just to die in the dark skies among another demise/
I say why try when I know I'm going to die just another lost page in the number line/
I'm representing the 7th sign until theses tattooed tear drops drop from my eye/
I cry because I ****en realize I struggle in self-made strife Addicted until I die.
Indonesia is in grief
many lives taken in a matter of seconds
the earth is shaking, the floods are everywhere
the mountain starts erupting, is this the end of the time?
tears are falling, many lives missing
this heart is broken, only prayers freely spoken
though you have everything, life seems so interesting
but when the earth shows its anger, we turned vulnerable
i watch the television, parents lost their children
no more smile in their faces see their houses thorned to pieces
we can't just neglect the truth, their sadness is our sorrow
can we still pray for a hope of a better tomorrow
maybe it's our call to over think of it all
maybe we've lost our way, always tried to fulfill our greed
now God has decide, nothing else we could do
but to accept, to understand, to learn, to help and to change
i can only pray for this country
i can only pray for a better future
i know its power can save this planet
i know this is where the children will grow
so they can be more wiser than us
more caring for others, loving their planet
A drunk man sobers and takes a look at his own life.
Only after he loses his children and his wife.
And all of the things that he once held dear.
To give that all up for whiskey and beer.
He cries and prays the Lord would bring them back.
But hope of that is fading all so fast.
A mother and father to bear in his pain.
And others who knew him all are ashamed.
Ripped and torn their lives fall apart.
He prays to the Lord to heal broken hearts.
He lost all the things that once made him smile.
Joy turns to tears that his sorrows defile.
In silence he sits just to try to answer the why.
Only then does he see and start to realize.
What a mess he has made with drinking through time.
But this is the worst and no end could he find.
Why did I drink was the question for thought.
When he remembers the sorrows that drinking has brought.
The answers came quickly when he started to think.
All the reasons that caused him to want to drink.
He felt like a failure in so many shapes and size.
So he'd drink it all away to just try to hide.
He drank to forget the bad times we had.
And the things in his life that made him so sad.
He thought that drinking would make him feel good.
But that didn't work like he thought it would.
The things he lost he'll never get back.
He tries to go on though his heart is so sad.
He questions God and keeps asking him why.
God softly answers sometimes drinking brings out the demons inside.
i saw the absence in your eyes
but they were cloaked with wanting.
i could not look past the flame.
i lost myself in the stares
of a lost young man.
and where can you find me?
i will be wandering lost
until i am found again.
I t was once lost after a miserable fight
N o cure was found to get it back
D own the lakes and rivers it swam
I nto the caves it built its stand
F ighting to get back on the surface
F earing to be alone and forgotten
E ndless nights passed with sorrowful tears
R ushing down its beautiful face
E vaporating every speck of the smile
N ow shattered into pieces of broken glass
C ries reaches the sky up high
E ngulfing its lively clouds
R ain drops splashed against earth's surface
U ncovering the beasts than were seized beneath its core
L eashing wild monsters into the world
E xploding the evil that was once trapped beneath
S and and rocks all over the world
T ime passed and the treasure was never found
H arsh mornings crept along with the vague fog
E ating the peace people lived in
H igh above the mountains
E agles flew so high
A gainst the wind that's so strong
R eaching for the distance far beyond
T earing the guards that prevent its approach
S creaming to revive the lost and loved one
O ne night, a light shone so bright
F lashing a glow in the midst of the blue
M oisture of glory and pride filled the air
A nd freedom spread its wings and took flight
N ews reached every person where the began
Y elling so loud: "LOVE IS BACK"
Come take my hand,
don't turn away,
try not to judge,
I just lost my way.
My journey began,
trying to be cool,
following friends,
who were lost too.
Deeper, and deeper,
into the fire,
without a net,
walking on high wires.
Everything lost,
my family, and faith,
dwelling in misery,
in the hell I made.
Beyond this grave,
I see a light,
oh so faint,
but a wonderful sight.
Positive I must be,
if I am to survive,
does anyone care,
if I am alive?
Alone, and crying,
I clench my fist,
how could I allow,
a tragedy like this?
A new beginning,
someone does care,
help is coming,
from the light somewhere.
A hand I see,
is reaching for me,
please heal me Lord,
from this addicts need.
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