Do I speak on things you shouldn't know?
Shocking as I'm showing the black in snow
Bloodshot eyes
From the multiple times
I poured whiskey in my glass
Aim to burn away my scars
As if they're carried in my liver
How do I explain being seven with folks
Without a caregiver
Carry the trauma of two generations on my shoulder
My words carry weight and authority
When I express I motivate at least one soldier
I didn't let rage make me pick a gun
I didn't choose to live by a code
That would make me a dead body on the road
I put heart in art
Restoring warmth in the coldhearted
I feel this every day,
Even when people pass away.
A mix of guilt for not being able to weep,
Not comprehending why it's so deep.
How can I not feel pain,
Is this what they call insane?
I do not know how to show how much I care,
At times I feel as though it isn't fair.
Why cry for someone already dead,
Have you not heard what the priests have said?
You have done nothing wrong,
Why cry and mourn for so long?
They left you so much,
They're the ones who will watch.
And feel guilt when you cry,
Asking god, wondering why.
Maybe I am cold hearted,
But I am who god created.
Why should I cry for a soul I'll never see,
When they know I love them and they love me.
“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun” - Silent One
The sun can appear to be coldhearted
be truly said by those of equal share
the nature of them that had departed
is small known to them that they truly care.
Measured life are revisited, narrows,
the bars you've set accord abilities,
eagles soar above the heights of sparrows,
divides pleasure from third-world courtesies.
The befallen misreads dropping in-kind,
yond their diligence forward forgivings,
cause and effects, trust and obey in time,
all life gifts be true to themselves living.
We're created by one, who created the sun, ergo thrive,
to grow in one accord for every time there is a season,
we should rise to his glory and be thankful to be alive,
the acts of the sun to rise and to set its course of reason,
I'm happy to be holding onto His everlasting arms,
I am grateful that I am protected from all of life's harms.
I ask for so little
You refuse to open up your heart
Refuse to let me in
You turned our love into a game
Still think it’s funny
With me as your puppet
Begging you for more
Your heart is cold
Your heart is stone
All I ever wanted from you
Was a smile and a warm word
Acknowledgement you cared
It never came
You turned it to a game
A cruel sadistic game
Your heart is cold
Your heart is stone
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on November 4, 2019 for contest PALE SHELTER sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 5TH
Yesterday's mourning eyes awaken from sleep
As reflections spiral and rise to mind
Soft sighs remembered when the time was cheap
And the rush of veins pulsating was kind
The romance found fleeting with a lover
When love grew hungry with a need to feast
In time love's flickering shades discover
A lonely heart always reveals the least
And hides from besieged memories looked upon
With a wish to sleep again from love's waste
To hear sighs remembered anew when gone
Another tomorrow, another face
To bow to tortured souls who departed
Lest memories task my world coldhearted
12/23/18
Mother always told me to keep my self-respect, Dad always told me to stay on track, Grandpa always told me to never let anything affect me. But what did I always tell myself? To raise my kids and to keep writing. Im warmhearted but also coldhearted. You can't live up to nobody expectations. I make mistakes. I'm hard-headed sometimes, but I've always been on the same road, & I don't plan on taking a U-turn.
On
croquet lawn,
a coldhearted queen
swearing heads will come
off
How can you own love? When it's supposed to free. How can you claim to own me like a piece of property. When I gave you my love free of charge.
Now you claim to own me becuase You tried to show a better way of life. How when money can't buy happiness. love is not a game to be played.
it comes from deep down inside the heart.
You will never know what love is becuase your coldhearted. There's nothing inside of you but lies and discrete. The world knows all you care about is money and power.
What good is power? When all you do is misuse it. Treating people like their nothing but garbage to be thrown away. When your done using them. Leaving only distruction behind. You want respect from the world around you. But you don't deserve it. Becuase You can 't own people's thoughts or feelings.
You're really this tepid
In your dealings with
Me,
Warm upon the first taste
On my tongue,
But
The pleasantries don't last
For long
They disappear like the smoke
From the mug
And your coldhearted laugh
Chills me from my teeth
To my bones
And I fall prey
To the joker, the freezing sludge
That brewed in the pot
Like the sugar I added that
Simply dissolved,
I am useless
And you are far too strong
And just when I think I'll
Pour the whole thing
Down the sink,
I knock it back and drink
I need the caffeine,
After all
COLDHEARTED CRIMINAL
He met her at the train station
She said she was leaving town
Having ended a bad relation
There was no need to stay around
He convinced her to stay the night
Trust me, I know a way
To make everything alright
When seen in the light of day
She took him up on his plan
Together, they left arm in arm
He seemed like a sincere enough man
What could be the harm
Six months later, she's penniless
Into drugs and prostution
Life had become so meaningless
Was this then her retribution
Where was he who seemed so kind
This man who stole all she had
How could she have been so blind
How did things become so bad
There's no justice for her to regain
The wonderful lilfe she once knew
There's only the hurt and the pain
And it could easily happen to you
The man has moved to another town
To prey on some innocent soul
His actions make him a criminal
How can he be so cold
Genius or Criminal
With my back against the wall
Nowhere to seek and hide
I given up to you
A room full with laughter and joy can feel lonesome within my pain
Look down deep through my eyes, which are the windows of my soul
Go on look down within me, there lies the coldhearted
Numb but breathing to every damn word that comes out of your mouth
With every lie that is spoken
Im losing myself
The snow is falling quietly, i cant feel no more
Pain becomes my drug and you my darling becomes my addition.
Each heartache; i own to you
i come for more with every second, there burning to ashes.
With my head lowered down
I shall pay the price
Fine Lines
Love-Hate
Good-Bad
Right-Wrong
Smart-Dumb
Fast-Slow
Short-Tall
Rich-Poor
Evil-Angelic
Pleasure-Pain
Lose-Win
Peace-War
Life-Death
Big-Small
Happy-Sad
Innocent-Guilt
Healthy-Emaciated
Insane-Sane
Homosexual-Heterosexual
Empty-Full
Honest-Lie
Clean-dirty
Democracy-Anarchy
Warmhearted-Coldhearted
The list could go on and on.
What you think, What you say, What you do.
All these should start within you.
Such thin lines we all have.
We walk a thin line most all of our lives.
Swaying like windswept trees until the winds subside.
A whoosh of wind could change the fine lines.
A change in thought could change our lines.
Who defines where our lines are?
Does it come from deep within?
Does society move our lines for us?
Do these different things decide our lines?
Does our age, race, ethnicity, gender, social rank, past experiences,
religion, decide our lines?
Do you want to move your lines, but are afraid what people may think or say?
Why is my line here and others there?
What happens if you cross the line?
What happens when you draw the line?
Why are there lines?
Blinded by lines.
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