You’ll Pick out everybody’s problems but you wont help your self
You’d rather sit alone in pity then take care of your health
You act like it’s everybody’s fault you’ve got nothing to gain
using Magic capsules to escape your own brain
Can’t give yourself a break so you wanna do it over again
Someone help this monkey in a cage from going insane
Do tell, when seen, the sight of answers
The ones that are sought deep within.
Away now, dig graves deeper
Unearth the bones, the memories of pain therein.
Make use of scraps and stains placed in heart
The ones they chose not to see.
The ones that were once torn pieces apart
The ones that were shunned e’er so lightly.
Then write of past, and of stories sore
Name not once—pain—but many more.
Bleed the pen the soul’s last delight
Weep the tears, the forlorn sight.
And when finished, let all be dyed serene
The memory graves returned, and the heart pristine.
I’ve dug this hole too deep,
Laying here, and all I can do is weep.
Soothing sympathy is a rare thing for me
As I cry tears of sorrow and empathy.
we made ourselves lonely on purpose to befriend their egos so they could recuse us from our self built imprisonment just to do it all over again
Silence can sometimes say more than words.
Like a voice crying out saying "that's for the birds".
In one glimpse of haughty reveals action turned verb.
Without out even squeeking you unveil; could be worse?
Could be lashing and slashing ripped apart with both hands.
Leaving bodies like mountains seething piles of flesh.
And though you thought it not raught it left me bundled in shame.
I know it was candor fessing up to your game.
No excuse for the sadness that was left in your wake.
A timely disaster open hearts, bleeding hate.
Not a feeling I'm fond of not even one bit.
Like rolling rock rivers, canyons erode dissapate.
I became something new something truly regressed.
It's all of your fault caught by surprise must confess.
Makes me sick to my stomach knowing you only lied.
Bringing shame to my standing the proverbial line.
It's sad though you had nothing and I had only to give.
Though my heart sustained damage I somnambulantly live.
Scarred for life by this treachery even talk of a kid.
It all seems so stupid now thinking you were the best.
But now I have nothing I'll leave you to the rest.
In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease
I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave songs woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud have barred such smiles from sight
To breach this heart so meek with sad lost cries
Bound and caged it has penned my last good bye
To spare this heart in dread to spurn or die
December 28, 2020
Addiction Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Levasseur
N/A 1-18-1021
I wanted to write a poem today
but the words I couldn’t find.
What could I possibly say
when to all beauty, I am blind?
Maybe if I just went outside
and breathed the country air.
And from the world, I didn’t hide.
I’d have something to share.
I wanted to write a poem today
even if it was only a little ditty
Yet within my own head I stay
While wallowing in self-pity!
"Dear misery, forget me not
The one that disappointment wrought
Is really not the one to be
The one to claim the victory.
I’m sorry for the life I lead
I’m sorry more than I can bleed
My destiny may yet survive
But how it hurts to be alive."
Compelling pity suffers more
The senseless shame of years before
When innocence of sense beguiled
Betrayed a pure defenseless child
But though compassion must compare
The passion with the just and fair
The finer folk who bless the young
Cannot redress a mocking tongue
What happens to a child when
Survival means to start again
Without a clue or clear belief
Except in seeking true relief
To do your best is not enough
Especially when love is tough
So tough we often run away
To die again another day.
No Reason
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Many reasons
For me to not feel okay
Many reasons
To feel turmoil and disarray
Many reasons
To feel Sad , lost and lonely
Many reasons
To feel a nobody
Many reasons
Not to matter anymore
Many reasons
To feel alone and forlorn
Many reasons
To feel hopeless
And helpless
Many reasons
To be afraid of tomorrow
Many reasons
To not want this horror
But the saddest view I see
Is there are no reasons
For anyone to love me
Broken dreams, broken life walking the railroad track. No destination. Hold onto what goodness and sanity that was left. Following his infectious smile worn on a veneered face. To set aside the sunshine. Pools of sadness in unwelcome rain invaded his heart's dominion. Headphones bumping the song of his youth and sting of his tumbling thoughts. The train from behind came. Taking him far away from his incongruous existence.
Things being as they should
Weeping washed away by ignorance
Turn up the Music Please
When your fragile mind from your drink deceives
You barricade your thoughts with angered sound
With tongue of venom, your dulled mind perceives
And find harsh words you chose go round and round
This silent empty cauldron of desire
Satisfies when your glass is filled to brim
Finds a thirsty throat to now conspire
And turn to stone a lovely Seraphim
Who sits alone in realms of dark and cold
With the saddest loneliness defiant
And remembers passing themes that are old
To search each shadowed pain lost and quiet
You relive moments spent and drink to more
With glasses empty on Dawn's fading floor
7/24/17
Self Pity
Little girl in the window
why do you cry ?
Little girl, you're too young
to say you want to die
Maybe you should go outside;
the flowers are in bloom
The world is beautiful, you'd see,
if you'd only leave this room
Little girl can't you see
the word still goes around
Not a thing has stopped growing
since the world you knew fell down
Little girl in the window,
from here I can see her
Tis I who is so sad
Looking in this mirror
In Self Pity
In self pity Trump had himself drowned;
Loved hearing approval that loudly did sound,
Bringing all the people to their many feet
And now they no longer sat in a soft seat
While both feet still remained on the ground.
It is best when your feet are on the ground
while sitting and also standing. Laying down
does make it a lot more difficult.
Jim Horn
Looking through my tainted window of gloom
grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow
impatiently wanting life to resume,
will things change, get better tomorrow,
sure that grass was greener the other side,
not walking a mile in your well trod shoes
now ashamed looking for somewhere to hide
didn't realise how easily I would bruise,
underestimate this feeling of loss
an unidentifiable man anymore
floundering like a wounded albatross,
indecent intentions, now I deplore
apologises are unheard, your not here
didn't know how so much I loved you dear.
Why hold dreams that will not come true?
Why have eyes of hate,
Of envy, and jealousy too?
Please, try to abate
your hatred for fate.
Why want this man's skills or fashion?
Don't you have your own
special traits, features, and passions?
Why pity and moan?
Start seeking and roam.
Roam to find reason to live life.
Light comes after dark.
Leave your self made anger and strife,
hear the songs of larks.
Leave life with a mark.
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