Cry for Help
Winnowing time for recollection
In life’s moments of satisfaction
Without artificial stimulation
Or the blunder of the situation.
Stuck in an era unresponsive
In the guttural dungeons of despair,
Begrudging a knee-jerk reaction,
Mechanical friends become repulsive.
The beleaguered mind crazes
For a one-directional mission
Of taking life to the limits
To achieve perverse relevance.
A call is put out (an S.O.S.),
Like a message on the Internet,
“Light is flickering: Save me!”
And by chance, someone will notice.
I want to howl and cry
Looking at how differently
People live on the same planet
Some are glad from the fat of the land
Others are dying from hunger and cold
Why, so why, why don't we help each other
No one to take anything us from another world
Lord, please help all those in need and the sick.
Choke me, like the words
I've wanted to say out loud.
Dig your nails into my flesh
Like the pain that has been inflicted on me.
Let your claws leave scars on my chest,
And your fangs on my neck
As the proof of my suffering.
Rip the skin off of my body
And look at how deep these scars run.
Strip me naked;
And show the world the damage it has done.
Tears that were once happy have now turn to tears of sadness. Dreams that were once good,have vanish. Anger twirls inside your soul,twisting your feelings that taunts your sanity, have overpowered your strength. Sadness, dispear have deprived you of the happiness you once shared. To a point where the light once shined, has become darkness.
Memories you once adored, are slowly slipping away. A cry for help has expanded. To the point where you feel you can not escape. Rage,anger endures your soul, to the point of no return. That becomes the obstacle, that stands in your way. A cry for help.
A cry for help, to bring you at ease. To forget all the pain and suffering you have accompied over the years,this disease alone. A disease that no one ever thought could defeat them. A chance to overcome your fears, of being lost and lonely. Together we will fight, to help you at ease, so you can overcome this challenge and suceed.
Ignoring those slaughters,
as if there were none.
But one of your daughters
Were always son.
Simce pre-school,
hating all girl toys,
Even though he acted like a fool,
Always was one of the boys.
Confused child,
With mess in his head.
Worthless maybe kinda wild,
Fantasising about his death.
How lovely, I want to find peace.
Honestly I don't think I can.
I wish seken would not call me "miss"
I wish I could be 'real man'
Nothing. Just ignorance.
Humanity is organisation filled with idiots.
Cause they don't let me finish one sentence.
They ask questions, but in the end they write dots.
I'm tired. I want to cry.
Im not sane, can't see no consequence.
I think would kill myself, and die.
I think I would, if I had a chance.
I would drown myself down the river,
I would feel the cold water, as it soaks my clothes.
I would feel comfortable, I wouldn't shiver,
My hair would feel easy as it floats.
What? No I'm not writing about my own suicide.
It feels like speaking to the deaf people, that are dead.
So please, step aside,
And forget everything I said.
Abba Abba
Your baby is singing
I'll be singing and shouting and dancing
For the rest of eternity
ABBA ABBA
Your baby is weeping
Please be her comforter and love her from now
Tilll the rest of eternity
Abba Abba
Your baby is pleading
Please wipe away her tears and fill her with joy
For the rest of eternity
Abba Abba
Your baby is thinking
That she isn't worthy of your love and grace
That she deserves pain and torment for the rest of eternity
Abba Abba
Your baby is needing
Of your peace and joy and faith that can move mountains
To survive before eternity.
I miss smiles that hurt without any pain
and the gentle kiss of laughter.
A version of me that exists only in memory
I feel shackled by the knowledge.
I miss words that danced from cheek to tongue
Out into a world that no longer hears the words i say.
I pray,
One day, I will be strong enough to say.
Enough.
I miss nights where sleep was a loving friend
We'd dance and talk the whole nights end.
I miss love that was love and not just the pretence
Not, not being in love just feeling the feelings.
I miss loving myself and letting love in.
If I do say enough
Where do i even begin?
I am a shell of what is me,
That misses himself dearly,
Every. Single. Day.
Dragging myself out of this unmade bed,wanting to climb up that mountain,just sitting on the edge..No shouts of " please dont do this" no echo of " please help me"gone forever over the edge,gone gladly to the sea..
A-n earnest cry for help
N-ever lacks an intense mind;
N-or it holds the tears,
G-iving eyes a chance to find.
E-arnest cry for help
L-ets your heart bleed;
O-n the third of September,
U-se the love you need.
B-egin to voice your plea
A-s a sharp shrill call or yelp;
Y-our prayer to God is serious,
A-n earnest cry for help.
I have found my refuge
in the arms of death
Take away this soul
the life I used to have
To live in darkness
in the middle of nowhere
Standing in adversity
with noone to hold me
This grief I felt
has tortured my brain
Great deal of misfortune
to carry this burden..
~Chrisna Vergara
Repentance
I must confess
I live a lie.
It has progressed,
I don't know why.
Oh I know
That I must fight.
And I do,
With all my might.
But as time goes by,
I lose resolve.
With a fed up sigh
My feelings evolve.
I fall in love
With girls I know.
With eyes like doves.
That shine like snow.
I hate these feelings!
I don't know how to change.
It gets my heart reeling,
Please...help me change!
The black of the night hid my scars
Taking strain I count the star's
As the tears burn through my skin
And his heart so paper thin
My soul tearing
Him not caring
As I lay there in the snow
Knowing I am my only foe
With little strength to compare
These memories no longer could I bare
These awful thoughts much like darts
Send a sharp pain straight to my heart
I scream but no-one hears
There falls more acidic tears
I cried for help,
But no one could see,
The pain on the inside of me.
There weren't open wounds,
That threatened my life,
But the pain in my mind,
Was a bloodletting strife.
Can't you hear the words I'm saying?
Listen with your heart not your ears,
Maybe than you can identify,
My pain and my fears.
I cry to you for help, O LORD ;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Before you I kneel down and humble myself within
deep inside I long for your touch
I know I love you so very much.
I wake and cry for your love inside
also things that come from above
a whisper,a smell,a breeze in the air,
I long to take your hand in mine
to see your face so divine
how long does the sorrow last
can we just forget the past
You took my pain one day in time
made me yours so true and fine
I love your ways in all my days
I cry out and its not in vein.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
A world of mistrust
is what the Earth has become
please help us Jesus
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