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She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?
I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?
Her self esteem was taken away
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled
How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will there be a judgement day?
Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret
Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside
Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.
If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and
the child becomes systemized.
In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows linger, dreams depart,
The path of grief begins to wind,
A journey through the fractured mind.
**Denial** cloaks the soul in shrouds,
A veil of fog amidst the clouds,
A hollow echo, faint and thin,
Where reality can’t enter in.
In this place, the world seems still,
The pain subdued, the heart is still,
Yet somewhere deep, a tremor calls,
A whisper through the echoing halls.
**Anger** soon ignites the blaze,
A furious storm through mournful days,
An unrelenting, searing fire,
That burns through hope and will’s desire.
It lashes out, it seeks to find,
A reason for the troubled mind,
A target for the raging storm,
A way to break the endless norm.
Then comes the **bargaining**, a plea,
For what was lost, for what could be,
A dance with fate, a subtle twist,
To change the past or clear the mist.
Promises to mend the wrong,
A hope that reason will prolong,
The grasp of loss, the aching fear,
In every whisper, every tear.
**Depression** settles like a shroud,
A silent, dark, encircling cloud,
It drapes the spirit, heavy, still,
A void where light and joy are nil.
In this embrace, the heart may sink,
The soul retreats, the thoughts may shrink,
A hollow space where sorrow grows,
And endless night in darkness flows.
Yet from the depths of darkest night,
Emerges **acceptance**, faint yet bright,
A quiet peace amidst the pain,
A gentle hope to start again.
It’s not a cure or quick reprieve,
But understanding to believe,
That though the scars may still remain,
The heart can heal from sorrow’s strain.
Acceptance is a tender place,
A space where one can still embrace
The memories that never fade,
The love that once and still pervades.
It’s knowing that the journey’s end
Is not a loss but a time to mend,
A path where pain and healing blend,
Where broken hearts can gently mend.
So through these stages, one will tread,
With tears and hope and words unsaid,
Each step a chapter in the quest,
To find a place where grief can rest.
For in the depths of loss and pain,
There lies a strength we can regain,
A light that guides through darkened skies,
And helps the spirit to arise.
What does S stand for
Not the best of meanings
Let's learn a bit more
And with synonyms, I'm teeming
Sinister, Satan, Snake
Someone who's fake?
Stressed, Stirred, Spite
Somone not feeling right?
Serious, Strict, Stern
Someone who's firm?
Secluded, Shut-in, Strange
Someone thought to be deranged?
Sappy, Sad, Sorrow
Someone quite holllow?
The denotation is simple
The 19th alphabetical letter
But the connotation is different
I find it must better
The serpent Satan caused great sin
Secluding Adam and Eve from Eden
Suffering and sorrows don't matter to him
For goodness comes from within
Some stupid snake started sin
And he would do it all again
And although it starts with an N
The S is narcissist lies within
I've described her with these words indeed
And like the snake, she feeds on grief
Her sorrows and stresses
She lashes out oh so frequent
Her life made of multiple messes
She never seems to see it
Form:
No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.
Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.
Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.
The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.
It is so grim- that sudden thunderstorm
that kills calm feelings- makes one gasp aloud;
instills the threat of doom to then reform
a happy heart to darken neath its shroud.
The gloomy, blackened sky thunders its booms;
this huge, black monster, no one can control-
while wistful lightning lashes out and zooms
with downward shocks at targets as its goal.
Away from windows, I resign and hide.
Depression stirs my melancholy view,
as giant warring clouds above collide
destroying happy thoughts of peaceful blue.
And there, withdrawn, I stay till I know when
the battle's done- and Sun will rule again.
a dark underbelly cloud sweeps past the trees
as they bow down then snap like minds gone crazy
defenseless on the hills they no longer stand
powerless to the storm
a violent wind screams out in tempered gusts
before the sky lashes out its bottled rage
it slams against the ground, bullets raining down
destruction everywhere
hail the summer storm that took us by surprise
made us see our weakness beneath nature's wrath
as we grab our sticks and stones cursing her name
a rainbow arcs the sky
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#2 A Dark Underbelly
Is it a mad mind’s endeavor I paint each night
boarding this dimensional flight to no where
as I stare… frenzied over the edge of what is
I am dizzy, rolled out red,
bled over the watershed of life.
Strife strikes its blunted blade
across a tirade of prodigal preaching the damned,
hauled out and slammed down filthy pits
this race…disgraced by hate.
Love suffocated…unable to breathe
as darkness weaves her way around me
I see…
Ravaged hearts rusted gold to black,
a shack of unshakable poverty roams
through broken homes of bloodied glass walls
she calls…
and darkness falls.
This race disgraced by hate
as though fate had set it free we stand by silently,
our eyes closed to humanity we claw our way,
drag our souls over rows of nails
a failed nation on the rails of ruin.
Inside I die a little…
like a withering tree, brittle and bitter,
twisted up in a time of torched minds
and scorched moulds brought up without hope
as though a rope strangled around my swollen throat
I choke…
Mangled clouds of torrid smoke hand high
as hate shapes this age with rings of gore
I pray…
the voices of angels fall and soil these ashes.
Dusk to dawn my spirit lashes out in longing,
lacerated and hated belonging to light
I will fight for peace…
As this race lives disgraced by hate.
do you ever question a day?
the way the sky blushes
crimson, pinkish-lavender
or orange tones
yet the sun always rises
the same shade of bloody-red
above waves of crested seas
the way the clouds appear
sometimes as if delicately painted
with the tip of an artist's brush
yet other times puffy
like a cotton ball project
from elementary school
that hung on the fridge
it resembled nothing
but everyone took a guess
at what they thought they saw
the way the wind whispers
softly through trees
with leaves dancing
pirouetting down
then picking back up
floating in the breeze
yet other times it whips
through the trees
snapping branches
or knocking them down
the way the sea waves
sometimes gently kissing the sand
leaving little treasures
as it recedes back
with a relaxing ebb and flow
yet other times lashes out
in a violent rage
like a jealous lover
reclaims the sand
and leaves destruction
in its wake
do you ever question a day
before the edge of night falls
look around and wonder
or is it just me?
My tongue curls in on itself,
an unreasonable fist
too stubborn to unclench.
Pulling punches, muscle memory
it never owned, saves
what little flesh hasn’t folded
to thicker skin in the game.
Yet here it is, unraveling,
slowly surrendering to necessity—
callused, unwelcome softening
in a mouth that remembers
nothing gentle, nothing easy.
The grip loosens only to recoil,
a reflex meant to protect,
now an ill-fit for the words
meant for escape—
stripped of venom, too tired
to be anything, but honest.
And still, the flesh twists,
contorts to dodge old habits,
words that never leave clean—
teeth sink in, a reminder
of what stays hidden underneath
a thickening hide, each
unspoken syllable
recoiling back, gaining weight
until the tongue
is too heavy to lift—
its heft like a bruised knuckle,
an echo of every blow held back,
then finally, the weight snaps,
and the tongue lashes out,
too late, too raw—
spitting truth like broken teeth,
each word a splintered bone,
sharp enough to bleed,
but swallowed back down,
leaving nothing behind but the taste
of iron and regret—
a quiet that crushes the chest
with all the words that could have saved it.