Social guillotine
By Dustin Branum
9/03/26
Acceptance is dire,
I let this be known.
My only desire
was to feel I belong.
The empty will devour
everything I own.
Knowledge acquired,
the tongue is unknown.
Interpreter required
to speak the untold.
Silence gets louder,
the darkness gets brighter.
My Destiny expired,
no longer headstrong.
All hope is gone,
decaying empire.
No king for the throne,
no skull for the crown,
no cheers from the crowd.
No acceptance required,
no longer desire
your approvable satire.
Lying here, I am eaten
The beast takes its last bite
On a cold and dreary evening
I begin to recount my life
Sliding past his teeth, I weep
Remembering all my strife
Trying to climb, with arms so weak
My pains increase and subside
Slipping past his tongue, I'm hung
Reaching one last time
My eyes close tight, when terrors sung
With a beastly sort of pride
Falling down his throat, I'm choked
My breath taken from inside
While hearing every ghastly note
The beast sings and cries
Past his lungs, all hope is gone
So hard I thought i tried
Into it's gut I'm finally done
Inside the beast I died
Christopher Pitts/2013
I lost my hope, my hope is gone
my dreams of love are all but none
Where hope and love were meant to be,
a gaping void was left in me
What seemed to be loves perfect start,
has left with a shattered heart
A life of endless love, the goal
the reality, a weeping soul
“Another day will dawn.”
This, I must remember now, when there’s no more fun.
Hope is gone.
Will I ever
I feel the happy, shining sun?
Never!
Today!
It has begun!
Yay!
Another day will dawn.
I feel the happy, shining sun.
Yay!
CAN IT BE
Can it be Christmas with a strong emotion of no feeling
Can it be Christmas if the good times feel bad
Can it be Christmas if the carols have no music
Can it be Christmas if the food is tasteless
Can it be Christmas If the packages have no gifts
Can it be Christmas with a crowded lonely house
Can it be Christmas on a cold dreary silent night
Can it be Christmas with lights flashing darkness
Can it be Christmas with blank written cards
Can it be Christmas with dead traditions
Can it be Christmas when it’s just a date on the calendar
Can it be Christmas if Joy is absent and Hope is gone
Hiding from the demons...
as they're screaming in my head
Telling me all hope is gone ....
all my dreams are dead,
They haunt me in the daytime...
even more so through the night.
They're always in pursuit of me.....
Never let me out of sight...
They drag me through old miseries...
Point out where I've gone wrong....
Tell me I'm a stranger here....
And that I don't belong......
But society sit's in silence...
Never bothering to speak at all.
Leave me to feel invisible.....
As if I blend into the wall.....
I search for ways ... and hope for days....
with better things yet to come.
Though every turn I make ....
Can't ever seem to shake.....
The damage that it's done.
How am I to set aside...
the loneliness I feel inside....
when my soul lies there lifeless .....
As if it's already died
The purple girl and blue boy too,
Both hide their joy, yet let it through,
Their laughter paints the grayest hue.
Love and fear—
They smile to hide a tear.
Beyond their gaze, the pain they hide,
Runs deep, a storm they cannot ride,
Yet through the dark, the light’s their guide.
For every night,
Will birth its dawn of light.
The girl of purple dances free,
Her grin a sun for all to see,
She chases ghosts of memory.
But now, somehow,
She’s found her peace for now.
The boy of blue, composed, withdrawn,
Appears intact, but hope is gone,
His thoughts still rage from dusk to dawn.
Yet calm does form—
His family’s heart is warm.
They seem so bright, just you and me,
Their smiles are masks of what can’t be,
But under layers, truth we see—
The spark grows stark,
A flicker in the dark.
Terrified innocents, departing indigenous lands
afraid to end with a sad ullagone…
merchandised as cargo.
Once money changes hands…all hope is gone.
They are herded into dinghies on an empty shore
united through a desire, a longing,
dreaming of peace, education and love.
On board each one clings anxiously to ice cold hands
elderly faces stare blankly. Children ululate
Silently one by one they fall overboard
bodies thrash as the cold invades their bones
until silence is the only sound in darkness
Once proud inhabitants, bound in dreams of
a better life away from impoverishment
To end life as ghostly apparitions…
The Sun forgot to rise one day,
and never came again.
The stars blinked out like dying sparks–
the world went cold, and then...
the silence grew, the stories died,
and no one dared to dream.
But deep beneath the weight of dark,
inside a cave unknown,
one ember breathed–not bright, not bold,
but fiercely on its own.
It had the last of truth and fight,
a warmth that would not go.
It waits for hands not scared of dark,
for hearts that still believe,
It waits for someone brave enough.
to light what none could see,
The world thinks hope is gone for good–
but hope was always heat.
~hira~
Hanging on
By a thread
Trying to remember
What to believe
When hope is gone
And only dread remains
You strike a match
And let it burn
The candle flickers at both ends
For any respite the heart still yearns
Before the darkness again descends
Striving
Straining
Stumbling
Falling
She has forgotten how to fly
Forgotten how to try
Forgotten how to cry
Her eyes at last are dry
And finally
On bended knee
With hopeless heart
She tries to see
A better way
An brand new start
For former lies
She stands apart
And to her feet
She again will rise
Once again will come alive
She knows what it is to survive
She will never let it go.
You are my Rock, my Strong hold,
You’re the reason I can sing.
You’re my Hope in times of trouble,
You’re my Savior, You’re my King.
I stand amazed, You love me,
A sinner, a wretched soul.
Yet You give me refuge in the shadow of Your wings,
And lift me from the miry hole.
Each time I stumble, You catch me,
When I’m weak Your strength is more,
When my soul is heavy and my hope is gone,
You lead me to Your shore.
Then You sit with me, and we talk a bit,
You remind me of Your great love,
That its deeper, wider, and stronger still,
Than the Heavens are above.
That just because I can’t see You,
Doesn’t mean that Your not there.
And the times when I can’t feel You,
Doesn’t mean that You don’t care.
That my journeys not always an easy one,
Sometimes the mountains are hard to climb.
But I’ll always make it to the top,
If I keep Your hand in mine.
You say to keep going and don’t give up,
you haven’t finished with your plans.
And when I feel I can’t go on,
To remember with you I can.
You say you’ll always be here,
I’ll never walk alone.
That You will see me safely through,
Until you bring me home.
Lucky, we are, when safe and warm,
far from a calamitous storm,
but, in danger, we say a prayer,
seeking out that special one,
hoping she is there,
"We're slow. We can't outrun.
Please show us the sun.
Don't vanish in thin air."
While I am blessed with many a friend,
in hard times, I can depend
on them, but in the end,
when troubles are too great,
and I see the black swan,
and heaven's gate,
and all my hope is gone,
I put my faith upon
my lady, Fate.
There is only one man who I pity.
And it is he; for whom all hope is gone.
For there is not a day quite as shatty;
as a winter’s day in a porta john…
You swept through my life
A heartbreak with such strife
Unbearable force to break
My hearts natural light
Here I lie broken down
You have moved on
A fearless faceless clown
I pray for mercy
I pray for healing
But I know you devil
You will not be kneeling
My pure heart is now
So broken and bare
You have moved on
A lover to snare
I cry for you my
Loveless soul
All hope is gone
No longer whole
God will rebuild
My broken soul
Another love
Shall make me whole
Don't be a bad person often
Stop watering dead plants
Respecting each other nonsense
You only appreciated when needed
To have foolish pride not wise
You can't stop the drain when it's raining
What is there to life when plant is uprooted
A fish is dead when it is not in water
Hope is gone when love no more
Be contented when there is none
Everything you see comes from nothing
Have faith for all things are possibly done.
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