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A world of darkness that's a void of emptiness inside
A bottomless pit that has no end as you fall deeper
A wall of shame showing past regrets you cover and hide
A waterfall of sadness and sorrow that never dries it's a repeater
Of your lows that drains away your purpose and light in life
Of the struggles you face feelings of not getting over
Of your heart ever so slowly shattering trying to stay alive
Of your spirit losing faith and belief that you'll never climb back and recover
From the storms in our mind that makes it hard to seize the day
From the hurt in your heart that hits heavy in your chest
From the iceblock you freeze yourself in and have nothing to say
From the isolated four walls you buried yourself in laying in to rest
This feeling I speak of is depression a mood where the devil lies
Temptation of suicide at a all time high and the clock not turning back
To a point where happiness was once possible and a love that never dies
But when you been in that world for so long it's hard to find a crack
Of light glimmering on the other side calling out to you
Of loving arms reaching out trying to help you get through
Of compassion of others whose been in that world of hurt
Of care whose there to comfort and pick you up from the dirt
So I dance to find a passion staying away from that world
I dance to stay warm and positive rather than be alone and so cold
Also I write to reflect where I once was in a stage of my years
I write to let my story be told and a way to let out the tears
I dance for all to admire and I write with gems in each to inspire
The world I once seen as hopeless and dim fades as cracks of light glimmer from above
As our father from heaven is pouring out blessings and love
A talent I get to share with each one of you all
And an inspiration to those who been in the same circle you can stand tall
For our loss, pain, grief, regrets, or sorrow is here for a season
Your still alive here with me and your meaning in life has reason
Pain is sometimes the hardest thing we can bare
But with pain comes strength and that strength can't compare
To the happiness and relief you'll feel of the other side of the rainbow
If i fell apart, would i really die
If you found out i got hurt, would you even cry
Why am i alive, i wish that i could die,
The horrid pain of death, needles in my spine
This death that i speak of, i think i’ll call it life
My chest is so heavy, it’s become hard to smile
Could i wish for anything, i’d wish away the pain
There’s not much i can say, that will not leave a stain
My mind is an enigma, the void is getting bigger
I’d rather be the figure, that wasn’t in the picture.
We spend hours on the net, searching for what we cannot get,
The quotes and the sayings to let out what’s inside our heads.
But time and time again.
I seem to get lost for words
My ladder has been broken
Back to this world of hurt.
I really want to try, but what if it’s all a lie
Is loving you, as i do, really worth my time
All the other people, closer than i am
Ask yourself, do they, love you like i can
I could stop it if i wanted, but the fact is i don’t
I would tell you that i love you, but i'm afraid you wont
I have time, too much, my life’s become a drag
You said my life is care-free; my emotions are just a rag
To be thrown around, used to cleanse, touched by unclean hands
And the one that has to wash it, wishes that they didn’t
If that person is you, i’d rather just stay hidden.
You said i am your love, have faith, you are mine
But why wont you tell me, are your worries the same as mine
In the place that we are in, all we have is time
But when we meet, we pass, not even a sign
All of this though you are on my mind
I wish that this would change, i want to be with you for life
And one day, just maybe, i can call you my wife
We can tell tales of today, our confusion and our strife.
Would you take me over him, or should i take the knife.
But the old me is not dead, just in a coma
Come closer, wake him up with your aroma
Embrace him in your suppleness, its about our only wish
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
Everyone says everything will be okay
But I know nothing is okay nothing is right
The pain is killing me each second
Kill me it hurts so much
Give me more drugs
Make the pain go away
Help me Help me from dying
Help me from the pain
Put me out of this world of hurt
Everything is going so cold
Nothing is the same
Everything is turning black
I can't see you no more It's so cold in here help me
My soul is going away
The pain is going away
Where am I going
What is happening to me
Everyone lied to me nothing is okay
I'm dying
No one knows why
I don't want to die
I wanna stay here with you
Someone help me please
Save me
Save my life from this cold death
Please
I'm yelling out but no one can hear me
PLEASE HELP ME
Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone see me?
Where is everyone?
Why is everyone crying?
Why is everyone dressed in black?
Why are my parents on the ground?
Why is my boyfriend carrying casket?
Who is in the casket?
Why is there music playing?
Where am I?
What happen to me?
Did I die?
Please tell me I'm not gone
Their putting me in the ground
All I see is people crying
Help me I don't want to leave
I see everyone putting flowers on my grave
I see everyone getting into their cars and driving away
One year later
Everyone is happy
Everyone is smiling
They look like they don't miss me
I wonder if they can hear me say hi
I wonder if they know I'm here
I wonder if he has moved on
I wonder if he's happy
I wonder if he misses me
'twas in a room in Blandford, on a bright spring day
When a voice within my head a whispering, whispering to my dismay
For the voice grew from a whisper , and it would not go away
The voice was dry and eerie, Like demons from the days of yore
So I was emboldened and challenged, what want est from me thou this day
And the voice replied sadistically, I'm here to take you away
Now you have read of the raven, from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
And i'm a relative of the raven, and our lord wants you to know
That poets like you, increase the spirit of mere mortal men
So i'm here to maybe frighten, even more to stop you writing
And to even stop thee from creating hero's, like the poets from days of yore
If to stop thee I must kill thee, then I am willing for its a dead I have accomplished before
As the evil voice was cackling, my mind aghast was flapping
Wondering if today would be my last, and if I was bound for Hades shore
Then a voice so soft and tender, cried out spirit I demand your surrender
And I looked and saw a hero, straight from Thermopalies blood red shore
Stood with shining sword and shield, it was a warrior from Spartan lore
and the voice in my head quietened, and I knew I was safe for sure
Safety is but an illusion, in a world of hurt and pain
Sometimes the only victory, is for the sun to oust the rain
But 'im aware deep in my heart of hearts, that the rain will come again
So I must be like the sun, bold unshackled and free
So that when the rain returns I may be unwavering, and burn it away
And maybe ill be free for life eternal, like bold Homer in Dauntes tale of yore
"I'm a poet. I know it. Hope I don't blow it"
Do you want to commit what many poets consider a mortal sin?
Do what I just did. Commit an act of plagiarism.
The above first verse isn't mine. It's Mr Zimmerman's,
more otherwise commonly known as Bob Dylan.
I personally don't find plagiarism a mortal sin.
If one plagiarized my work I think I'd thank them,
even if they happened to profit multi billions.
My children could reach thousands or perhaps maybe even millions.
I'd see it as they sharing with the world All My Children.
Some of my children could motivate others to stop smoking or drinking.
or a better approach toward raising and teaching their children.
Some of my children may make otherwise sad people laugh.
My children may cause some who read them to dismiss vile thoughts of wrath.
None of my children encourage plagiarism. It's wrong and everyone knows it.
Spiritual Perspectives would never allow me to to so because I Am A True Poet.
Besides, stealing somebody else's work often leaves both parties in a world of hurt.
I similarly as much with the majority of mine,
are a most noble, honest, and most respectful kind
and I'm proud to say that just like all of they too, I Am A Poet.
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(Tagged by Carolyn Devonshire and now I'm tagging Simone Segal)
Your assignment Simone is to write a poem ending with I Am A Poet, afterwould you
tag some one else to do the same. C'mon Simone, join the fun. Are ya chicken?
BAR BUK BUK BUK BARRR! - That's supposed to be my chicken sound.
Love has taught me
to look deeply, beneath
the green of the heart’s
tender shoots –
every living soul
draws from a reservoir
of mixed feelings,
a spring of good laced
with evil –
I pray each day
we together strive
to trickle upwards,
in the ways of God….
Love has taught me,
that the heart, though
dedicated ruler of
body and its residing spirit
is often adversely
sway-able,
leading to autonomy
in name alone...
necessitating Christ
Love, in humanity,
as Father’s fail-safe and
Redeemer –
evil allowed by the
grace of God – not for
embracing its presence,
but for the power of
contrast –
not for what it is
but for what we learn
it can never be –
and the peace
it can never give us...
also taught me, that love
is exceedingly larger than
the lover – Therefore, not
any should think of
being defeated
for a world of hurt –
dear fondness may perish
or decline, leaving not a
measurable trace – yet, remains
a habitat unscathed, where fullness
of heart fills every vacated space –
it is a blessing I have realized;
one I have heard, well-intention
ministers preach – but only Divine
Love’s personal relationship can
ever indelibly teach –
So, as love was given me freely –
bargaining not with God, the source –
I will clearly keep love free
from earth’s surface, man’s chosen
Terrestrial-course – Love now the large
of me – outgrown my Novice Small –
Priceless Love keeping me, strong in
stance -- rock-solid – standing tall!
Don’t take a walk after a large glass of tea
If someone says, “sure take as many as you want”
They probably don’t mean it
Darling you are sooo sweet I could never get angry with you,,,okay this one is self
explanatory
One size fits all-ohh puleeese
Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,,I really thought I meant it
Going 65 through a curve marked for 45 is just stupid, but exciting
Feelings are fickle
When in doubt, a sincere look and slow shake of the head seems intelligent
It will only take a minute,,,,yeah well Im countin by the long hand not the short one
If you climb that high are you sure you can get down, sure on the way
Up is different then sure at the top
Being really cold and getting into a hot shower and feeling
The warm water melt through you is better than sex,,,,okay its been a long time
The second time around is better
It will only hurt for a minute, then let me pinch you until it stops
Make up covers a world of hurt, but then it goes in the cracks and your
Face looks like a drought hit it
Friends that will laugh with you, cry with you, and never give up on you are
~priceless~
Wisdom comes from practice not from age
A good mood is a choice, okay most of the time
A snack to a teenager can be the roast you cooked for dinner
When you fuss at your kid then sit down and find no
Toilet paper,,,,there’s a problem
Yea though I walk through the valley of my soul
I am more afraid than I have ever been
Praying that I never go through this again
Fighting my way out of a world of hurt
Trying to avoid the mutt of depression
Snapping at the hem of my skirt
Trying to be more courageous than the level of fear
That's built itself up over the past year
Searching for happiness
While I'm alone in my home
Wanting to climb the mountain of righteousness
But constantly being stopped
By the tornado of sadness that engulfs me,
Sucking out my breath
Devouring my appetite
Making it that much more difficult
For my spirit to fight
People asking "Are you alright?"
As tears stream my face
Day and night
I want to survive, and I want to live
But I can't take the breath I need to take
That my life may continue from day to day
Trying to let God have his way
Is this the dues I'm forced to pay,
For not doing things his way
If that's the story, the situation
Then I surrender without hesitation.
Lord, have your way, take control
To you my life is more precious than I'll ever know.
Without you Lord I am nothing.
If these are the pains that I need to grow,
Lessons pulled from tons of sorrow
Then Reign on King Jesus,
Because there's only one way out of this pit of despair
Jesus and I can only go up from here.
Form:
Tonight is ending. As my breath slows. My final demise. The final low blow.
Learn from the broken. See all that's real. Tonight is your heart ache. Tomorrow to feel.
My time to prove what hate does. My time to show the world how to love.
This is my purpose. This is my choice. My chance to show you my true voice.
I've called out for this not to be true. I've heard no answer. Its what I must do.
No will can save me plus no one will. Ill prove the theory that words truly kill.
As I take in this final drop. My world of hurt will begin to stop. Slowly I slip out off into a dream. My final resting to silence my scream.
Now make this go viral. Its truly worth time. This is my ending, my final crime.
Don't try to stop me. You don't real care. I'm done with these mind games. I'm kicking out the chair.
As my soul drops into the eternal abyss. My words and acting will not be dismissed.
I lay my head down tonight as a lie. I'm not here any more. Ill no longer cry.
You take my possessions. Please take it all. Take all my burdens as I finally fall.
Take my glee and take my sorrow take my breath and take tomorrow.
Take my time, take my will to fight, take all I've ever loved because I'm taking my life.