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Save me – I used to have suicidal ideations in my mind…watch over me, Lord of
Accord…I can’t find the light in goodbye, so let me say before I go – I love you
so, friend of mine – let me unwind for a little while and give me some space if
you can be so kind
Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if
you don’t mind
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame
of mind (someday, I won’t be blind)
So, today is a sun-shining day…and the morning dew of dismay has faded
away
Under the universe, I see happy-go-lucky birds fly gaily…passing away like the
day transforming into night…the illuminated night awakens my mind’s eye and
my mind’s remarkable inspiration
Roam around the City of Serenity and let us both seek the sun, so we can
grow together once more
Vibrant sun shines upon us like a spotlight on the performer
I feel that my alienated ambition has taken its toll on me…I’m no longer a
forlorner
I don’t believe in magic
I believe in hope
I believe in grace
I believe in love
I believe in One
Who created each of us.
I don’t believe in magic
I believe in prayer
I believe in praise
I believe in thanks
I believe in Him
Who offered me a second chance.
I don’t believe in magic
I believe in the One who came
To bring our souls the answers,
To give us a new destination,
To save us with His amazing grace,
To reach beyond our sin –
And allow hope to enter in.
I don’t believe in magic
I believe in the living hope
The One who taught my spirit
There is assurance for my soul
The One who taught my heart
To forever believe in Him,
The One who came to save me
From the darkness of hell’s pain.
I don’t believe in magic
But I believe in Jesus Christ
He is the One who saved me
He is the ultimate sacrifice,
The One who made my heart see
Beyond the pain, sorrow and grief,
To the joy that He had for me,
Joy in knowing that, if I simply believe
He will take me home to be with Him,
Forever, eternally – at home in heaven,
Where I’ll forever praise Him who amazes me.
I don’t believe in magic
But I believe in the beautiful faith
That taught me the meaning of inspiration,
The joy that comes from sanctification,
The wonder of a love that truly saves,
The joy in love that is forever alive,
The song of the Son who has surely won –
Not only my heart, but my soul…
He saves those who believe –
And one of those souls He freed is ME!
If I listened to my family,
I would tuck ambition into a clean pair of scrubs,
learn to take blood pressure with a practiced smile,
memorize the names of bones,
chart heartbeats and healing
as if that alone could save me.
I would wake early,
work late,
say “I’m fine” when I’m not,
because they say nurses make good money,
and isn’t that the measure?
Security wrapped in aching feet
and polite exhaustion.
I would nod along at dinners
while they said, “You’re doing something real, something that matters.”
And maybe I would matter–
but only in the way they wanted me to.
If I listened to my head,
I would become a psychologist.
Sit across from pain in an armchair.
Give it a name.
Take the broken bits of others
and try to piece them together
the way I’ve always tried to piece myself.
I would wear calm like a coat,
collect stories not to tell them,
but to understand why people leave,
why hearts break,
why silence sometimes screams the loudest.
I want to help.
God, I want to help.
But sometimes I wonder if that’s just the part of me
that’s still trying to fix
what my own childhood couldn’t.
But if I listened to my heart–
not the edited version I show on good days,
not the careful one that tries to please–
but the wild, messy, aching truth of it…
I’d write.
I’d write until the world made sense.
or until I did.
I’d spill the girl I was at seven,
afraid of losing her father
before she knew what forever meant.
I’d pour the teenager I am now–
torn between being soft and being strong,
tired of choosing.
I’d tell the story
of a voice that never felt loud enough,
but still refused to be quiet.
I’d be an author.
Not because it’s easy.
Not because it pays well.
But because somewhere,
a girl like me is sitting in her room
trying to figure out why she feels so much
and why no one sees it.
And maybe, just maybe,
my words would find her
and say,
“You’re not alone.”
If I listened to my heart,
I’d stop asking permission
to be who I already am.
Don't kiss me to kill.
I was great in your mouth but made low in your mind;
Looking your eyes, your kiss was a bait;
It grew tears and loneliness in me.
You spread over my mouth and tooth,
Just to let me inn.
I need someone to stand for me;
You kiss me but never stand for me in your heart.
I was beautiful before your kiss snaked into my heart and head.
You killed my happiness at will
Don't kiss me to kill.
It wound me and unloved I became.
All appearances of you in me is scared.
Those that hug me ; hangs sword,
On the coat.
I wish; I could kiss my mouth to save me,
from your bait
Dont kiss me to kill but
Make me younger with your kisses;
As the fishes kisses the ocean,
And never grow older.
first day kiss of yours,
Is the reason am still yours.
- Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown.
Can't take no more
I just can't cope anymore,
The pain is debilitating,
The addiction consuming,
Both exhausting.
The dark corners of my mind are closing in, there all I can see clearly,
The demonic whispers fill my ears loudly,
I feel the reaper staring at me, his watchful glare burning,
I wonder what he foresees,
He watches waiting for me from his lair,
He desires my delicious death,
He thinks I'm unaware,
Part of Me wishes to Grant his wilful wants,
Maybe freedom lies in giving him the correct response,
No one could care less they don't understand it's relentless,
Another flare up here we go again,
As i lay lame they have the audacity to complain,
Need more morphine why can't she just abstain,
They spit with such destruction and distain,
And they wonder why my mind is so full of Darkness rain and thunder,
Dying doesn't scare me anymore,
But being alive without living, I can't do it I desire more,
It's something I cannot continue to go on and ignore,
This fear terrifies me so much more than knocking on death's door,
Death seems a sweet sound of serenity a sound I pray for,
Just to feel free from this pain that I cannot continue to endure,
Pretend pity and false worry anger and aggravate me,
The insincere statements hide their sly sinister lies they decree,
They whisper behind my back without knowledge or understanding,
Explanations seem to land on deaf ears confounding,
Am I a damned being left to simply exist on this plane in pain,
How am I to fight for my life without a cure to gain,
Please I beg I pray save me from being the Walking Dead,
Help me raise from this pit this coffin I'm left two lie in rotting away in my betraying bed.
Everything was so sharp at first.
Then the numbness,
Causing my arms to flail, then flop down.
Drooling everywhere.
Time.
Time is wavering.
Time is a pendulum.
Clink, clink, clink.
Focusing on the steady clink.
That’s what minutes are.
That’s what days are.
Adrenaline…
Can’t kill.
I remember when everything was sharp,
And I was happy.
My brain was fast.
Faster than the pain could register.
Now, I’m lying here.
Remembering that everything is horrible.
My body cracking, as if I tumbled down a mountain.
And trying to crawl to safely.
Adrenaline can’t kill.
But it can’t save me.
Drowning…
Drowning…can you save me? (save me…angel of light…)
I’ve been drowning…what about you? (when will you take flight?)
In my mind’s eye,
I see you…and I stare in wonder
I’m waiting for your reply
To my screams…is it all in my head?
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my own dread…
Weighed down…
The world weighs me down…(save me…angel of light…)
I feel your touch and I feel so alive again…(when will you take flight?)
Because I see you…brought low by depression
The thought of you
Makes me bleed out regret
I’m waiting for your reply
To my cries…of sadness and dread
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my own dread…
I’m terribly sorry
For causing you unbearable pain
I’m sorry…for everything I’ve done…
Nothing can save me from my fate…
My fate…to fly away from the spiraling world
I cherish the thought of you
Taking wing all over again…
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my own dread…
I hear your soothing voice ring in my head…
But, nothing can stop me from my fate
My fate…to fly away from this wretched world…
This world of woe…makes me ache and hesitate…
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my own dread…
I don’t understand the pain you feel
I’m so sorry…so sorry…
I don’t know what it’s like in your shoes
I’m full of misery,
But I still hear your voice,
Ringing in my head…
Saturating me with dread
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my own dread…
I hear my own dread…I’m falling
Into a black hole…into deep misery
I hear your dread…I’m fading
And I can’t let go of past sorrow…
Your voice…draws me a picture of the dawn…
Your voice…draws me a picture of the sun…
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my own dread…
It’s my time to live…and it’s your time to move on…
It’s my time to face my fate…and it’s your time to sing me to sleep
Stay with me until the dawn…
Stay here, dear
Have no fear…darling angel
I hear your fascinating voice
But, it’s all in my head
I hear you calling for help
But, I hear my dread instead…
Save me please…
My thoughts burn me
Your passion within
Is a hollow furnace
My mouth of expression is shut
For your beauty stuns me
These thumb and finger, my
saviour
Or this pen, a messiah
I burn to the bones.
My sleep watches every night
At my awoken wide eyes.
What a mockery of repose!
I fear my strange emptiness
And time is of the essence.
I am stolen away
Far into your lost
My only compass, your heart.
Please, delay not
Kick start this love cart
For your heart I am aimed
Save me, I suffocate
From an intense killing feeling
Written you my heart
I am writing you again
Summed up in three words
Eight letters... I love you.
Super or superior
Sexy little me, with a unique smile
Magic and powers of life, to keep a dread from death?
Liberty for a quiet question from a star, are you the regret of shines?
Spill it, silly, the world to earn a raging swallow of honor, has a clue
Glue or oil, the future holds you in contempt
The towers of your ideology, an eye for a shallow world, has another name to the sky blue
Merit to collect misogyny, content to know your frozen soul, in the name of sin?
Honey, can we ever become the next of kindness of another place, another time, another youth?
Divine my song for eternity, hatred, a stronger sight comes with a simple tongue and a sneeze
Love me a little more, the voice we seek is God, a huntsman of creation with a moment for couth
Might, and even avidity to mystify, the tongue of the wish I seek is yours with my suicides lead?
Days come, days gone
And a fickle sense of silence, alive in my eyes only as long as we stir the raving shrewdness of us
Dare me my fool, the birth of winds to come, is nothing but a dream of you and me, to survive our song
Let me a perfect city of Gods truth, and a language of shadows become a brooking sense of dust's...
Best smiles forward, and awakening with a real sunshine to remember a season of darkness
Only death could ever steal a hunger from a babe, with no remark of heaven, but a tear
Die you bloody hell of blessing a slyness, ulterior motive, is an element of understanding a kiss
Many more like us, and without you to correct a paradise for anything but a worldly rage of my fear?
Like that, and the fruit of history to come in a violent none, time has a new voice...
Vivid, and for me, visiting a shade of wills, the tooth we seek is our swallow of sex, not snide
Blow my mind sadism, the bullet I took is nothing but a slyer curse in the good nature of a house
Save me, savior of desperations hands, mercy comes to those who blame the shame of a lie's flight...
Written: April 4th 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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April arises with a gentle promise
crocuses awaken from their winter dormancy —
while vibrant purples adorn the dawn
nestled amidst luscious emerald
she sparingly scatters her silk-like haze
shades meld mellifluously across the valley
a vibrant orchestra of motley blooms —
heralding the spring dawn
kernel of life intertwines
amid abyss and symbiotic dreams —
a flicker of hope
often amorphous within our profound fears
our impetus entails an egregious custodian
who coxswains with elysian altruism —
slight stingy to hunt love in an esoteric way
while we earnestly long for her
beyond the vast expanse
our exuberant wooers set a strapping pace
however, lurching sapidity may fail
amid lambent blaze —
phoenix rises on the ticking clock
where harmony and love abound
let us vanquish our fears
even though our attempts may falter —
amid the oncoming twilight
a dove finds solace on the banks of time
from which love and tranquility flow —
like exquisite wine
I witness a flock of birds soaring high
only to vanish into the horizon
flowers long for sunlight
as daylight wanes, making way for night —
the moon rises gracefully
a seraphic presence
offering a serenade lullaby—
gather your stars
from far-flung galaxies—
come rescue us,” they plead
voicing their hopes and love
as the waves surge forward
echoes emerge from beaches,
“come rescue me.”
countless voices meld together —
and the sun reappears
was it all in vain?
will we find ourselves in cycle of gain?
“Come and save me; set us free”