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Long poem by Reshad Yahyaie | Details

2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.

Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Remorse with a Touch of Ripened Radiance xD

I grieve for your safety, sis, and I pray for you almost every day – 
Depression does leave a big impact on us in a negative way
But I think you think I’m crazy…tell me if I am…
My heart’s devouring curiosity, pain and sham 
And still – there’s questions left unanswered…
I feel awkward…I feel unheard like a loner at school, hovering around, yet 
feeling ignored
Staring at a blank screen before me…hurting my eyes a bit to a certain degree
I see that I have a long way to go with my writing process
I see my past unwind – set me free…the time will never leave me be
I’m living in a fairy tale, never truly bowing down to true success
Let me be…let me flutte like a butterfly out of its cocoon 
Let me be who I want to be…let me shine bright like the moon
I’m glistening in the moonlight – I love you more than before
I wish the night away…hoping for some sunshine
I’ll stay with you till the day I pass away 
We’ll fight this depression wars…if only you were mine
We’ll go through remorse and romance
Together…forever…we’ll dance in a serenity-indulged trance
Do you hear the wind, whispering their “goodbyes”? 
Clear skies beam upon me for a little while at last!
Nothin’ but joyous skies feels therapeutic to my eyesight…
Forgetting the dilemmas that I’ve encountered and the horrid past
Clear baby blue skies hang above our heads in polished delight
Can you see right through me? 
Will you ever see me in this reality?
You are bothering me, DEPRESSION!? 


All I see is dismal clouds passing me by, accepting derision as a friend instead 
of a foe
Should I just move on with life? Why do I feel the urge to cry?
 I stab myself with frustration and hurt badly – I feel guilty for your crimes and 
your sympathy will never show…let the wicked wind blow!
 It pierces like an arrow that flies by night, hitting bull’s eye 
Regret shouldn’t get the best of me
Why should I have an unwanted guess by the name of Anxiety? 
I’m alone at last…but the future is left unknown
And, yet I don’t groan and God’s my backbone – 
I accept the truth of it all…
These scars won’t heal at all, 
Can’t help but be in the helpless frame of mind and the shattered state
The stars dim when city lights illuminate the ebony skies, revealing the 
cemented ink painted in the atmosphere, unwavering without a smear of fear
Hold on to the bars before you – hold on to me, my love – I can’t help, but 
hesitate – I keep thinking of my future, fretful fate
Please wait for me till the dawn scorches aflame like the planet Mars, but until 
then – turn the wheel! Turn the wheel! 
Hold on to the rope of hope – it won’t harm us, my dove! I can’t escape my 
ruins, but I can change for the better and pick all the pieces up and sweep 
away the debris  - all we are is dust on the ground, rising like the horizon of 
the sunset…stimulating our eyes with undying appeal
From where the sun now stands, 
I’ve been succumbing to tragedy and preparing for the battle that lies ahead


How I wish upon Tomorrow to see you smile and lock hands
With me…with me…and go ahead of me – put your doubts and worries to bed!
Borrow happiness from me instead! You don’t have to return it back –
If it’s something you lack…come on and open up a crack!
Your hands as cold as ice in Antarctica…it’s frostbitten and I freeze to the bone
You’re concealing this warmhearted soul within you…do you want to be left 
But, I won’t leave you without a trace, hiking this mountain on your own! 
I know it’s dying to come out without a doubt like the dawn, 
Shyly pushing away nightfall by projecting the sun in the sorrow-whelmed 
Giving us sunlit glee…converting into flourishing ecstasy – God has my back!
Put your heart at ease and make Depression your slave – 
Desert it forever and pick a different route to tread on…self-control keeps me 
on track
Oh! Perhaps, you were naturally made for me, but I must behave 
 I’ve had harder days than you – I’ve been through so much worse
Are you a refined, splendid gift or are you just another wretched curse?
You restored peace to my verse, angel of ambitious bliss, spreading about 
good news with glorious grace! 
(I can see your halo, spinning around and round and round your head like 
hovering auras)
Though I was tattered and torn by remorseful spirits, you were my childlike 
mirth – 
You and I dismiss the blues and we figure out the mystery’s many clues, 
placing our feet in other people’s shoes with empathy traced on our face!

I put my daily worries and distrust to sleep… I can see you weep…

The laments hits us too deep…I’m out of luck…all I thought I was was a loving 

But, I was enchanted by the mirror and what it reflected with jubilation that’s 
as shiny as a silver, noble sword – 
A new spirit, radiant with compassionate, elegant elation …my heart beats in 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Farewell Finale

Enjoy our parting day
the young girl child,
now full-grown wise Elder,
reminded me,
the brother she had taught to flex male muscle
without overbearing her Sister Gaia powers.

On this classic sun-baptizing fragrant May morning,
reflecting this same gently caressing day I was born
into earlier centuries of flowering cultures,
she prepares to leave me
perhaps forever
as the length of our pilgrimage together
grows long enough to tip more poignant hello
into operatic final exit goodbyes.

I remember what I might have felt at two,
when she joined me
inviting me into our special shared world,
loving our polycultural identities,
nondual twins since infant-fairy magic,
not having previously known
how lonely love is without her.

Now, to stare remaining years ahead
without seeing and feeling her morning through evening present voice,
facing my own ecology of each Ego identity dying alone,
inevitably without her, or anyone,
dying without incarnate memories
of unconditionally cooperative love.

I remember
at two or three,
toddling outdoors in my most terrifying wild ways
exploring gardens and barns
chickens and pigs and milkcow domesticated wildness,
and returning to your crib to report back
all these wonderful worlds we would welcome
if you could only learn to walk and talk
with me.

I need not say farewell
as I learn to see forward as dying
into these deep rich memories
of learning to walk and talk with Sister Gaia's Welcome,
yet sometimes tipping, Wagon.

Chauvinist anthro-elitism
disappears as we stop over-investing in dominant negative
Yang, outweighing Yin's more integrally inclusive flow powers,
politically and economically,
personally and as a species,
intergenerationally and cross-culturally
now under-invested in multiculturing mutual-equity cooperative investments.

What is our mutual time-investment balance on this farewell date?
Do our mutual equity values line up, match, balance, absorb any lifetime losses?
Sister Gaia's regenerative trends
grow ever deeper cooperative equity-reinvestment designs,
policies and procedures for further self and other development
through EarthTribe Revolutions,
PolyPathic EcoConsciousness,
WinWin Life as LoveGame Health Theory.

We give evil, dissonant farewells,
nondual negative Janus-faces of Yang/Yin imbalance,
by seeing these toxins and poisons
and personifications of DeviL,
as other than absence of good
Yang/Yin balanced nutritional Co-Creation Stories.

This Final Farewell Memory
eternally coarising
Earth's Embryonic UnFolding
of Love as stretching BiLateral Time's Black Hole
(0)Rigin Tipping MidWay ReVolutions
Yang(+) = Yin(-,-)
ThermoDynamic Prime Eulerian Co-ReGenerative Universal Function
Intelligent ZenZero Tao-Balanced fractal RNA-iconic-ionic enlightenment
as Time's bilaterally unfolding regenerate matters
of EarthTribe's healthy enculturating-revolving futures.

Final Farewell
remembering my original embryonically environmental Hello,
Here We Are
together again-still
incarnating in and out,
back and forth,
up as down,
Yang-out as Yin-in.

While Autumn farewell bears time's reputation for messy falls from grace,
this is prophesied in spring seedling beginnings
bearing message memories merging coarising births
of EarthTribe multigenerational,
His/Her Creation Story,
coarising nondual identities,
within Earth's ecology of regenerate-revolving design,
seasonal praxis,
culturally deep enriching outcomes,
by turning down RightFisted AnthroSupremacy
to balance Left/Right Zero-Centric EcoSystemic Investment
and divestment, double-negative equivalent
WinWin DiPolarity Outcomes
ReGenerate Network Game Theory Development
of Form
from BiLateral-Temporal Prime Relational (0)-FractalFunction.

Enjoy this parting day
I have so loved beginning again together,
our mutually co-invested Creation Story.

Enjoy our continuing 
final farewell day.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Scribbler Of Verses | Details

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...

(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details

The Day Before You Died

Remember the day before you died? Your heart reeked of mania. The way you lied about your whereabouts broke my world into a mangling mess. Who cleaned up my mess? It used to be you. But as I tried to clean your mess, it seemed I had nothing left to live for anymore. Just like you. We were so alike, weren’t we? You and me, by the ebb of the sea… Sanctified freedom resides in the found, but you were lost not just for three months, but for many a year. You shed many a tear over my mistakes but I shed blood from my veins when you took that last drink. You know, the one that killed you? Remember that? I wish I saw your last drink because that means I would’ve been there to grab it from your hand so fast that it would’ve saved you. Remember the day before you died? I do. It was a chilly day in December and New Year’s Day was just two days away. I knew you’d be gone soon. I knew the way you were acting would profess into a manifestation of death. Your death. Your severely demented death. So sudden. I remember our last conversation. It was at 1:14 pm exactly. You know how I remember that? Because for years I kept that phone call on my memory in my phone. I would literally stare at it until my eyes shed salt from being open for too long. You said you were great and I was relieved. But deep down I knew I shouldn’t have dropped you off and left you alone. But I did anyways. Trying to get ahold of you at 1:57 pm was the beginning of my broken world. Call after call. Listening to your voicemail until it was full. Remember the day before you died? I mean, do you really? Come on, I know you do Karen. I trusted you. I shouldn’t have. I needed to trust you, so I could trust myself around your moods. Oh, those moods. I could write a novel on your ups and downs. A six-hundred-fifty page novel expressing the everyday actions that should’ve been balanced…unbalanced. That’s actually the perfect word to describe you. I too have been unbalanced but never tilted down to one side so badly I wanted death to save my soul from misery. Your misery became my misery and my misery melted into the way I treated my family. My poor daughter was grieving for the loss of her Ti-Ti and I was selfishly grieving alone in my bedroom with Bo for days, months and for a few years. I regret those days. My ambition to do everyday activities died with you. I became nothing but a lost and lonely mess. No one could clean up my mess because….it used to be you who would pick me back up and set me straight. Remember the day before you died? Your beautiful Golden Retriever had been through so much. Since he was a puppy he was a sensitive sweet boy. He followed me around that day, that I do remember clearly. The first night you didn’t come home is the first time he slept with me. The phone in my hand waiting for you to call with swollen eyes waiting for that ring…ring…ring… Still your voicemail full. Since then Bo became mine. My family of four turned into five overnight. I swept him into my arms and gave him a warm bed and arms to hold all of his one hundred-twenty-five pound body. He became my baby. My sweet boy who was lost and found by no one else but me. Two and a half months ago, I watched that sweet boy take his last breath. I pictured him running to your arms, but my mind would instantly stare at his eyes lifeless and his body still. No more heart beat and no more Bo. I spread some of his ashes at the site where you died and the rest on a shelf in a beautiful hand carved wooden engraved box. Remember the day before you died? A day I’ll never forget and a day full of regret. ***Today is the day before my sister Karen took her life. I know many of you may know I write quite a bit about the loss of my sister and I thank you for your kind words and support.*** December 30, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details

Happy Birthday Dear Sister

Happy birthday, my love…. Today you turn forty-seven years old, dear sister... May your wings shine brighter today than ever before. May my smile bring you joy and laughter. Oh, how your laughter saved me so many times. You had these big brown eyes with a tiny slant on the side. You wore your heart on your sleeve yet held too much empathy that only one soul could handle. I miss you dearly Karen. I still need you, and still breathe for you. I still wear your cross-shaped brown leather wristband sometimes. You were wearing it when you died. I swear it still smells like you. You wouldn’t believe how much has changed since you left. Ella is going into fifth grade and considers herself a “tween”. You should see her play basketball Karen. She’s amazing, you would be so proud and be at every one of her games. She misses you too. She still remembers all the fun times you had with Charlie and Lola and “butterfly”. Every Halloween you were there. Her preschool graduation came and there you were right next to her so I could snap a picture of my daughter and her Ti-Ti. All the sleepovers and fun in the pool... I have grown so much. The last time I saw you I was barely two years sober. Now I am over seven years sober. It’s mostly because of you I have traveled this far. There were many times I was so angry at you for leaving intentionally. Why would you want to die? I try to understand this because I too, have been in your shoes before. Many people in the world felt like you did. I am living proof that I do not want to turn out like you. Yes, you carried a beautiful essence and always will but in the end seeing you that way I promised myself I would push forward and want to live. Your family was shattered. So many memories could have been made with you. So much laughter could have been worn on all our faces. We would have made so many inside jokes with Jen and Shawnna. I just got back from visiting Jen in Tennessee with Ella. We spent the week just hanging out with the kids doing stuff only sisters do. We were missing one thing during our time together. You. Because I know we would have made the trip together. We would’ve stopped at Speedway three times and ate at Hardee’s. We would have taken the kids to the pool and searched for bears. We took the kids roller skating and Ella must have fell ten times! Things just aren’t the same around here, but I will tell you this… My love for you will never change. It only grows as time passes and every day I heal a little more. I will never heal completely but It does get easier. Life is good and so are you. The greatest woman I will ever know. I thought I’d die when you left but I have grown, Living without you seemed so truly impossible, So many questions have been left unknown, No one else but you is directly responsible. I thought I’d forget all our memories we shared, Living without you seemed full of pure sorrow, So much laughter, and no will ever compare, There will always be a brighter tomorrow. forget you never faith in the Lord spreads healing forever sisters Happy birthday, my love…. Today you turn forty-seven years old, dear sister... May your wings shine brighter today than ever before…. RIP Karen 7/1/69-10/31/10

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details

My Ageless, Eternal and Perpetual Hell

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And the cemetery was ageless... As I walked up to the elaborate granite bench your ashes had been buried in, I saw the forty-foot bronze angel that was watching over you during your rest. But, no angel in the world could be more beautiful than you, dear sister. You just couldn’t give up the bottle and severe mentalities caused darkness within the depth of your being. You chose to take your life and now I must choose to live even though I wish it was me. I couldn’t save you. You couldn’t save you. We couldn’t save each other. I keep your goodbye letter in a safe place in my old journal. All the entries from the time you were missing. Day after day of using my pen to express how I knew you were missing, but I also knew deep down you were gone for good. No one would believe me. I knew it though. Because I know you would’ve reached out to me….and you did not. Our mother was the last one to hold your heavy bag of bones. She shed a tiny tear and whispered, “I was the first one to hold you, and now I will be the last…” How does a mother say goodbye to her first daughter? I’ll never know how… And the cemetery was eternal... As I walked just around the bend towards the grave number three hundred forty-two I saw it clearly. “Michelle Marie” my beloved sister. How could I lose another sister? I always came to visit you on your birthday in late September. I still have nightmares of watching you take your last breath. So slow. So deep. So sad. You just couldn’t give up the drugs. All the highs...all the lows… The last high was your fated death. You were my sister-in-law yes, but blood in my heart. How can I judge you when I too was in your shoes? Too weak to breathe and too strong to die. Each memory I feel of you brings misery from the poor actions on my part. For if not for me, you would still be alive. It was me Michelle…me…I was the one to give you the chemicals in which you died from. I will live on knowing everyday it was me who caused your heart to stop beating. I know I did not force the pills down your throat, but I offered you your death on a silver platter. May my remorse stop keeping me up at night during heart breaking remembrances. I still have the clothes you died wearing in my closet. I shall never throw them out… And the cemetery was perpetual… As I walked towards the exit all I saw was death. Death of many poor souls who should still be here being loved by many. Too much suffering in these burial grounds with too much remorse. All the reasons I am alive are all the reasons I should be gone. All the memories I carry of sorrow, are the countless times I needed to live. All the times I needed to live is when I deserved the worst. For I am nothing but a lost survivor of pain poured so purely in my essence. I am not worthy of a safe burial ground. I am not worthy of a beautiful grave. I deserve my ashes to be thrown over the bridge through the breeze and over the clouds. Maybe then I will find peace and an internal balance. I have no balance, just flashes of regret and anguish… And the cemetery was my hell… Date Written: May 15, 2016 For the Contest, And The Cemetery Was, Sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details

Whispers From The Grave

There was a time as a child when I knew I was different. I felt lost and enjoyed thing other girls may not have. I hated dresses, loved wearing ball caps and watched football at the age of five. I’m sure other little girls loved these things as well, but to me I felt alone. I needed to express myself in ways I couldn’t. Growing up was difficult, yet at the same time I enjoyed my way of thinking. I never knew how freeing it would be to admit I was a lesbian. Back then, it was frowned upon and I felt dirty at times. I remember having boyfriends and I just didn’t feel the connection I should have or could have. I did not feel normal, but as I grew older I realized there is no such thing as normal. I should be proud of who I am and not feel confined to a cell for who I love and why. I struggled with guilt because I was raised in the church. I needed liberation and as soon as I met her I knew she was the one. She turned my world upside down and from that moment on we became the best of soul mates and lovers. Twenty years had passed and my past crept up on me very quickly. I fell into addiction and suffered from bouts of depression. The days were long and the nights were spent weeping. I pushed everyone away including my lover. I did not know myself anymore. I had no idea who I was. My drinking had become out of control and I felt despair and hopeless. I wanted to give up all together. I sought medical council and tried medication. But is that what I actually needed? Or was it just my past catching up with me? Memories of abuse and ridicule from peers. Feeling like an outcast because I went alone to prom. Living in secret from my family for so long. Thankfully, my family gave me full support and loved me no matter who I fell in love with or why. My family never gave up on me and in the end I caused them more pain than I had faced when I was alive. Why did I choose to end my life? What was so hard on earth that I could not muster up enough courage to live one more day? Was death the answer to my problems? I had a deadly disease and in the end it killed me. I tried three times before I actually succeeded. I ran away from life and never looked back. Now I live free, but was the pain I inflicted on my loved ones worth it? I left my lover in such anguish that after six years without me, she still cries herself to sleep every night. She feels responsible and wishes she could’ve saved me one last time. I didn’t deserve all the struggles I faced, but she never deserved the pain I inflicted upon her. I left my sister Laura. She was my best friend and I watched her grieve for me in ways I never thought she could. She is so strong now but deep down she suffers from deep remorse and pain. I caused that pain. She will never be the same again…because of me. She needed me in life, and I deserted her like a swift breeze in the night. She showed me such compassion, love and support during my final days and as I watched her read my farewell letter, I wept until my wings broke. She misses me dearly... Dear Bird, I am sorry. Please forgive me. lu Love, -K September 28, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Broken Wings | Details

Beloved Sister Love

I go to a place of memories
  That haunt my vivid dreams
On a winding path I walk,
  The path is always there ;
Old oaks bend their branches,
   Of dripping leaves and moss ;
The grass is emerald green,
  And many birds chirp unseen,
Chipmunks scurry here and there,
  Running up and down the trees.
And all around are flowers bright
   They flutter in the breeze.
She waits beyond this bend;
   Oh she was my sister love.
How we liked to play and play,
   Until that sad, dark day,
She went to be an angel above.
   I think it was God's will.
A rose I place upon her grave,
  And let me write the pain.

The last time I saw my sister love,
   She lay in repose so sweetly;
Her lips were rosy in death stillness.
   Arms folded as if in prayer,
I kissed her cold dead cheek,
   And I will remember her ;
Sleeping in her eternal ever rest,
  Her dress of the softest pink.
The years have slipped past me,
  I am no longer a little girl ;
But a woman of many years,
  Yet when I walk this path,
I go back to that sad day.
  The day I watched sister love,
Lowered into the earth below;
  Mother Earth opened wide,
And then she was a memory.
   A memory that will haunt me,
In all my days that remain ;
  This place of deep sorrow,
A winding path beneath the trees,
   A name upon cold stone ;
In poems inspired I write the pain,
  Of a my beloved sister love.

Inspired by the poem, Pictures Of Memory
Written by Alice Cary, 1820 - 1870

Among the beautiful pictures
  That hang of Memory's wall
Is one of a dim old forest,
  That seemeth best of all ;
Not for its gnarled oaks olden,
  Dark with mistletoe ;
Not for the violets golden
  That sprinkle the vale below ;
Not for the milk-white lilies
  That lean from the fragrant ledge,
Coquetting all day with the sunbeams,
  And stealing their golden edge ;
Not for the vines on the upland,
  Where the bright red berries rest,
Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip,
  It seemeth to me the best.

I once had a little brother,
  With eyes that were dark and deep ;
In the lap of that old dim forest
  He lieth in peace asleep :
Light as the down of the thistle,
  Free as the winds that blow,
We roved there the beautiful summers,
  The summers of long ago ;
But his feet on the hills grew weary,
  And, one of the autumn eves,
I made for my little brother
  A bed of the yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
  My neck in a meek embrace,
As the light of immortal beauty
  Silently covered his face ;
And when the arrows of sunset
  Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-like beauty,
  Asleep by the gates of light.
Therefore, of all the pictures
  That hang on Memory's wall,
The one of the dim old forest
  Seemeth the best of all.

August 15, 2015


For the contest, No More Masks, sponsor, Catie Lindsay

8th Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Jesu Johnson | Details

Examples-I call you

The World can be Bruising, to the flesh, Battering, to the soul, Beating, upon the mind , trying the whole body, to control. Brainwashing, a dowsing of it's trials, negative, as I live, invoking grief, purposely, by design, trying, at times, to replace what's rightfully mine. My thoughts, my beliefs, my smile, my dreams. But it's time, that me and the world, get a whole new, understanding. YOU SEE. When the world tries to sow it's seeds of: Fear,Worry, Doubt, Hate, Shame, All of those terrible things. Followed by: Humiliation, Degradation, chased with Devastation, and such. I hear you, my brothers, my sisters, say to the world: "ENOUGH!!!!" Then the world can't SHOW or TELL me NOTHING about Striving, about struggling, being pushed backwards, falling down, but not staying down. Getting Up!!!! Rising Up!!!! Standing Up!!!! FEARLESS, WORRYFREE, DOUBTLESS, CONFIDENT, I'm restored, PROUD, & PROFOUND. My brothers, My sisters, My examples. I CALL YOU, &....... NO matter the subject, the matter, the topic at hand, Me and the rest of the world are about to get a better understanding . Then the world can't SHOW or TELL me NOTHING about PRIDE, DIGNITY, OR LOVE. I CALL YOU, & I GOT THIS, No matter what the world's throwin' or showin' but that's another matter, stay tuned, a different Poem .

Copyright © Jesu Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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