I am from misery
From hate and dis-
respect
I am from the magma
That flows deep wihin
I am from all the
drowning lies
That build up, leaving
you hopeless
Whose suffering and
dying inside
I'm from the squinting
eyes
To the hateful looks
That make you feel as if
You were a spider that
got
Squashed and twist into
the ground
With your nasty green
guts and torn legs
And I am from the
darkness that roams
earth
I am from being the
mis-understood
To being mis-placed
From the two-faced
And the criticized
I am from natural
disasters
Like earthquakes, that
leave people homeless
I am from a world of
mistakes
I'm from bein
unsatisfied
I am from the left overs
That never got picked
up
From the defiant ones
And I am from the
attitudes of Hell
To the Devil's grin
I am from a world of ****
In the face of flying flames
and fiery fire.
This will be my dearest
drive and desire:
being blind to the bruises
of the burning building,
and while other are
roaming and running;
without shaking in the
midst shadow and shouts,
I will put up an
outstanding outlook to get
out
the one thing that means
the whole world to me,
and that would be my
notepad, isn't that crazy?
I'm sure I won't swap my
love and life for a notepad,
but I owe the world a great
glow to make them glad.
Written for a contest titled
'' A Last Chance''
"Can't you see that you're lying to yourself? You can't see the world through a mirror." ~Avril Lavigne
Intently, I stare into the pond;
Pondering over the reflection I see.
Silently resting against a black wood tree,
The cold water softly responding.
All I can see is one reflection
While looking alone in a mirror;
A shining message, all too clear
Echoing my quiet disconnection.
"While watching in a looking glass,
There is but one soul to see,
All troubles rest solely on me."
I caress the dew on the growing grass.
In a reflection I learned from life:
that you can't see the world through a mirror,
Looking inside we can be so shear;
We must reach out and see through others' eyes.
Mistakes make the world turn
they are how we learn.
I tried so hard,
and cried many tears.
scared to show
the world who I am.
The time has come
to prove them all wrong.
To let everyone see
who I've become.
My words pepper blank pages
for all to read.
Next week my book will be released
Is my book going to hurt me?
I will have to wait and see.
What people are saying next week.
The world is expanding...
into a great big computer
full of new knowledge and information
new ideas everyday
The world is expanding...
with a lot of new babies
and a lot of new cribs
and a lot of new toys
The world is expanding...
with different types of food
Mexican, Italian, Chinese
and lots of drinks too
The world is expanding...
with infinite possibilities
and we control all of them
good or bad
The world is expanding...
to the point of no return
where we are losing resources
and ways to live
The world is expanding...
to where we can't adapt
no way of survival
waiting for the end
Through the mesh of myriad squares,
that filters both vision and sun.
I look upon the world out there,
as each new day has begun.
Trees sway in the pattern,
as roses bloom beyond the veil.
I hear the birds conversing,
while in my home, safe and well.
If someone comes a calling,
I need not let them in.
The screen door has a latch.
A "Keep Out" guardian.
Here a peaceful calm resides,
within my field of vision.
No signs of crime or traffic noise.
No interaction intrusion.
The world shows me just beauty,
its best foot forward impression.
Hiding from me its ugly side,
the one of dying compassion.
Wooden frame and mesh my savior.
When I cry at my very core,
I look out through the world's mask,
as seen through my screen door.
Paula Swanson
7/15/2011
For the contest, It's Mask Time!
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placement: 5th
Casting stones
Yet we are all sinners just the same
Taking turns with the pointing of the finger
Yet we are all the ones to blame
We created this world in which we live
This place where so much has gone wrong
Separated as we grow weak
Never realizing that united we are strong
Death is all around us
In the dying of a dream
Why in a world filled with so much hope
Have the children lost their gleam
Men are killing men
Know one really knows what for
A mother is crying out
There has to be something more
There has to be more than this sadness
And hearts filled with hate
Trust has grown bitter
Has this truly become our fate
I do not have the answers
To all the problems to be solved
But I do know that nothing will ever change
If we do not get involved
We must face the wind
With the sun at our backs
We may have stumbled here
But we haven’t fallen completely off the track
So let us all take a deep look inside
Where the light of love can be shown
Stop with the pointing of the finger
And the casting of the stones
The End
Greg P
10 July 2011 11:55 pm
Be aware there are shadows about
The serpent has been busy preparing dens of blood and bone grout
Many eggs has it lain
Circling the world over and over again
With hypnosis in its eyes
Its tongue full of lies
In every country every city and every little town
Its prey works for it to tare the world down
Disguised as an angel it has tried this once before
Devouring one third before being thrown out the door
Now building its army from those it devours
Its eggs waiting for the day and the hour
Be warned be prepared
Be vigilant but not scared
It can not bite it has no teeth
Its head will be crushed under Yashewa's feet
Don't stare into its eyes
Don't listen to its lies
The wealth of this world is conjured from our blood
And will be destroyed and washed away like mud
There is but one God and one way to Him
It is through His son the Christ who knew no sin
The world is wicked
Calling my heart weak
Laying bricks of gold
Near my crossed feet
No longer do I know
The knowledge that’s needed
To reach up and grow
Warnings properly heeded
The world is quite heartless
Leaving me old and restless
Russell Sivey
She sleeps… I’m awake
Or perhaps it be the other
I sleep… need more for anyone to fake
For the world… did you once bother?
I hear my inner voice… did u not?
Those inner voice to only know too well
Never for another to hear one’s thought
Ha…. And to the world we sell
How did I become… you became?
Our roads to only you and I know how
Of secrets… perhaps of shame
If Gods… if myself… I bow
If you know… I do not than
If I knew… would you have known?
Standards to befriend
Simply a world from another… clone
I sleep…I’m awake
Have we all a dream or another?
She sleeps… did I fake?
This world… did you bother?
There is a light on my front porch I turned it on in memory
Not just for the baby Caylee
But for all of the children who die daily
We mourn and cry and are justly outraged
When we hear of such atrocities and read of them on every page
But it is not just the children it is people of every age
Senseless killing and blatant neglect
Marriages and homes hourly wrecked
But in satans world what else would you expect
Watch out for number 1 cause no 1 is watching for you
Respect is earned through violence and the brand name on your shoe
The kingdoms of his world he offers over to you and in exchange you give your soul
cause you've nothing better to do
Desensitized and mesmerized by shiny things and fame
We worship at his alter as his angels of light blaspheme Gods name
We play and seek after every hypnotizing game
Blind we are and blind we lead
Not seeing not caring not hearing the pleas
We talk and do nothing as the innocent continue to bleed
06 July 2011 5:30 AM
This poem is not about what is written,
But what is not written. . .or said
They say there is beauty all around me,
all colorful,
all bold
And that I just have to look.
They say,
The world isn't all grey.
"Just look behind you and you'll see it!"
"There is color right before you eyes!"
But I don't see it.
To me the grace and beauty of the world is unwritten.
I just don't see it now.
~Sofia Alexis Shteyngolts~
For Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~'s contest
The Unwritten
In this world of tangibility it has given me the architectural plan to build my world
So my foundation must be right as I have seen it with my own sight
And what I see with my exterior eyes has to be the truth
For it allows my tangible world to be right
Now all I do is focus my actions from with out to deal with the hurt from with in
My mind is now the CEO and has stop me from the right of accepting the life burning
within
From my world of tangibility I don’t know how to deal with the life with in
For it is intangible and I cant understand it as it does not fit with my life
Now I must think how to bring my hart up to speed
And stop my mind from being my CEO
My world
is a jigsaw puzzle
with many pieces
My world
can be harsh and cruel on occasion
My world
can bring you to your knees praying
My world
can be unfair and overwhelming
My world
is full of love and misery
My world
is full of unjust treatment and racism
My world
can be unforgiving and precious
My world
isn't just for me, but you as well
Our world is a big jig saw puzzle
waiting to be completed
Laying piece by piece in place until their is unity.
This is what our world should be!
Lurking with its unbidden ghost
Behind every smile
We know
“ Let go ”
There was something
Somewhere
Once long ago
That even now we all remember
It call to us
From deep, so deep
Within the memories of our soul
“Let go ”
And we ache with the longing
So whispered
Within the ageless rivers of our lives
To be once more
That which we knew
You know
Yes you do
We all do
“ Let go ”
This is why so many seek
Alternate ways to fill the question of
And why so many
Of the fleeting answers
Offer them no cause or satisfaction
And this is why
They hunger for the world
When the world is right there before them
They cannot hear the answer
“ Let go ”
Even though it rings like a monumental BELL !
Through them
They reject the very idea
That anything
So profound
In all its implication
Could ever be
So simple
“ LET GO ”
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