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covered in dried up blood stains
from stabbin a pin into my scarred up veins
been way past insane
kuz this dimension been lame
done lost tha game
a while ago
lost that dope as$ flow
that I used to emit
from my fly as* soul
couldn't be ignored
anywhere I'd go
super insecure
but try not to let it show
pains throughout my body
from all the mental baggage I got in tow
stunted in this slum
when I know I was supposed to grow
reality hit hard
it was a super low blow
don't think i could be made
to feel any more or low
karma tried to tell me
I'll reap what I sow
now I'm puttin bandaids on all my cuts
..like I didn't know-
that all of the b.s. I bestowed
would Come back 3 fold
We worked in and worked out
She knelt down in silent prayer
Our bodies shaped without doubt
Unable to see the pain so rare
We danced and we sang songs
She gave the best of herself to all
We watched her smile a mile long
Unable to see the fear lurking on the wall
And as we soared and ate gala feast
She kept a vigil by the window sill
The disease ate her like a starved beast
Alone she took the chemo, the pain and the pill
We fought and watched each other’s back
She went thru some searing days
The angels watched her every track
They were with her all the way
Sad and disturbed and neglected we felt
She showed miracles with a smiling face
With strength and hope and confidence
She ran ahead of us in this life’s race
Dedicated to the most wonderful woman I’ve ever known, my spiritual mother, (AM), who had breast cancer and she survived and is well.
27/10/2012
By Tahera Mannan
we all have to have a hero
to get us through
we all need to be inspired
to re-aspire
we all need the human connection
to mould our own reflection
we all need love
and more white doves
hey, but don't worry
everything's gonna be al'right
i'll be with you tonight
we all need to connect with the land
even if it is a piece of sand
we all need to get our hands dirty
that is a certainty
we all need encouragement
for nourishment
we all need to conform
and be the norm
we all need to be useful
and be mostly truthful
we all need knowledge
and maybe some college
hey, but don't worry
everything's gonna be al'right
i'll be with you tonight
we all need support
when it all comes to naught
we all need finance
with some guidance.
we all need need
it's what we feed
we all need space
to search for the right place
hey, but don't worry
everything's gonna be al'right
i'll be with you tonight
we all need to speak
with our big beaks
we all need to listen
and sometimes some streptomycin
we all need to belong
especially when things go wrong
we all need a song
and pretend to be strong
we all need each other
like our mother
we all need a brother
like our father
hey, but don't worry
everything's gonna be al'right
i'll be with you tonight
we all need to believe
so we can even conceive
we all need fire
could even be dire
we all need friends
or some a contact lens
we all need feedback
and sometimes a smack
we all need to strive
to just stay alive
we all need food
that is quite crude
hey, but don't worry
everything's gonna be al'right
i'll be with you tonight
we all need joy
it is our toy
we all need fun
or a slap on our bum
we all need something
we all need nothing
we all need things
we all need everything
hey, but don't worry
everything's gonna be al'right
i'll be with you tonight
Your feet and hands are bound
Your mouth is gagged with tape
Your body is tied to a tree with rope
It is the dark of night where evil people stand
The fire burns fiercly in front of you
Your voice is stolen by death threats
Your mind gives up hope when rescue doesn’t arrive
Then, you survive childhood with a promise and poetry
A belief that when you are older, something will be done
Then, it comes that time and the same people are furious
Treacherous memories are relived in the daylight
While nightmares haunt you during sleep
Crippled with emotional pain, barely able to stand
But, your voice is back, your mind starts healing
Your writing continues and you are blessed with strength
The world is ready to know
Heidi Sands
12/30/18
Placed 4th in the Misery Poetry Contest.
There’s a feeling lying deep inside
like a twisted tight hard knot
no finger or sharp pin can unlock it
it’s there a release can’t be bought
Oh now it’s become quite sore
real painful thoughts in the mind
one is gripped so full of fear
if cut open what would you find
But must keep it in to myself
don’t let anyone see what I feel
my pride is locked securely safe
so hold on not to let anyone steal
In all of this real awful sore pain
thoughts choke me within and without
nothing to be done in my own self
it’s come to this there is no doubt
My destruction becomes ever near
but better this than so to tell
I just don’t want to speak again
no matter what just my soul to sell!
If I could choose one thing to say
it would be, maybe I shouldn't have done it my way
Driven by trauma of my own,
pain was bled where seeds were grown
One would think justice is best
Yet it can lead to another quest
It may not have been up to me
Once told I am not a martyr, you see
It felt righteous and an obligation
But, left me stranded at a train station
Widespread corruption led to more harm done
Instead of saving people, it was a setting sun
It felt wrong to ignore or stay silent
I was always seeking for people to repent
Regardless of how right it seems to be,
my way now, may be to flee
Still conflicted, as processing takes place
Trying to accept what others can't face
I continue to absorb what I see
Hoping wisdom gained, will gently guide me
Heidi Sands
8/10/26
(C)opyright
A million more chances
Some people they get to live forever;
Some people do not have the same luck.
I want to go on until the other end of the never,
But fate has decided my time is up.
If only I had a million more chances.
A million more attempts to live life to the full.
Maybe I could find the antidote;
If only I could read every single book.
If only I could; if only.
Maybe I would not have to feel so lonely,
Because nobody understands the pain that is my life!
I am not and never will be ready to walk into the light.
My hope is in Pandora’s box;
I wish I could just pick that lock,
But I cannot, for the fear is too strong.
I guess this is my lot.
Exhausted from the thought of it all;
No key to be found to walk through a sliding door.
In a life so short, why was it all such a chore?
A battle for life; a love I never saw.
I only glimpsed at what could have been,
But now that desire has gone; I have lost everything.
I could never try, without somebody at my side.
I cry all the time, because all I want is a life
And a love life too; is that too much to ask?
Please do not take this all from me.
Please do not take it all back.
As the depression kicks in,
I sink into the abyss.
The loneliness of me, the pity, the lost wishes;
Let me live.
If this is what must be, then why must it be me?
I want to live, I want to live;
I want to be set free.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The beginning is a dance of pain and fulfillment, isn't it?
Real life hurts, but it also fills the soul with light,
happiness sneaks in when we have lived and have time to forget,
a happiness that comes as a respite, a pause between battles.
Happiness, in its simple sense, is just a fleeting holiday,
but lifelong happiness is being used by life,
being hurt by life, pushed and pushed again by life,
being renewed and overwhelmed by the joy of life, fighting for life.
In living life, pain is a large and unforgiving part,
but in this suffering, we also find hidden beauty,
like a flower blooming among thorns, unceasing and brave.
Life drives us, overwhelms us, tears us apart and remakes us,
and in this struggle, in this dance of light and shadows,
we discover true happiness, the one that does not waver,
the one that makes us feel alive, makes us feel whole,
the one that embraces us with its arms of steel and silk.
In the flow of consciousness, life runs like a river of emotions,
sometimes calm and gentle, other times tumultuous and untamed,
but always carrying us toward an ocean of understanding,
where pain and fulfillment intertwine like the waves of the sea.
Happiness is not just a refuge from the storm,
but also the reason we endure each storm,
to feel those moments of pure and clear peace,
in which we find ourselves again, whole and undefeated.
So, let us be carried by life, let us be wounded,
let us be renewed and fulfilled by this journey,
for in every pain hides a seed of happiness,
and in every struggle, a chance to find our true heart.
This is real happiness, not a mere escape,
but the joy of being alive, of feeling, of fighting and loving,
of living and dying and being reborn again, always,
until life itself becomes a song without end.
She endured trauma as a child, that shut down her mind
Without safe adults, there was no security to find
She played outside and pretended to run away
She prayed and God answered, he heard what she had to say
She learned about good and evil, at an early age
When her soul with a facade, became stuck in a cage
She was lucky to have natural talents to help her survive
God granted her what was needed to stay alive
She was given strength to endure things, beyond words can say
When she was older, it was time for her to speak and find her way
She investigated the past, fighting to stop others from being hurt
She learned to watch her back, be streetwise while on alert
After 14 years, justice failed with deep corruption, that started back then
Finding the closure she wanted was no longer a matter of when
Family outcasted her, while more losses and deaths came about
The silence of the past had turned into a powerful shout
How did she make it through such painstaking times?
She created in many ways including things like these rhymes
She was granted many good things through so many years
Friends who care, pets who love, much comfort that erased fears
She yearns to love and give to all who may have pain
She will offer to give the sun to anyone, after the rain
I say all this because there is hope in life, through good and bad
- smiles do return from the depths of being sad -
Heidi Sands
12/22/33
There are times when I am just tired of the endless rain.
Walking in the middle of this desert, once again.
No one knows the chaos of the battle I am fighting for my seed.
Faith is a choice, its something you must feed.
The darkness I feel at times, is part of the process I am facing to grow.
When my tears I do not show.
Tell me, what are you facing today?
Life has to be better than this, it does not matter what people say.
I know that things can't always go my way.
My first battle plan should be to pray.
For my creator is the one who fights for me.
He will give me the victory in what I can't yet see.
Bitterness is a choice, for my enemy's suffering I cannot rejoice.
For some people, this would be insanity.
But I will stand tall and not give up, until I see my miracle become a reality.
All is not lost, true happiness has a cost.
Empathy and kindness in humanity are now a strange breed.
Realizing that during any storm, Jesus is all I will ever need.