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We throw our hearts away
in the full fury of anger,
of greed,
of grief,
in the full surrender
to the resplendant glory of the highest God,
in Ajuna's thousand suns,
in deepest sleep
in drunkeness,
with strong drugs,
all from which a heart may return.
We throw our hearts away
by not caring anymore
which is the worst,
for when the heart returns,
it finds no receptical
and departs leaving behind only a whisper of dust.
For the heart never dies.
Immortal it forever seeks
a will to live
a will that lives
through the worst that life imposes.
It clings to whoever or whatever
will endure its failings.
Silenus may have been right.
He lived, if for nothing else,
to throw at life his spite
of being thrown into it.
for life was not a blessing,
only a curse. which is something,
I suppose, to get us through the worst of it
where praises and hymns fail.
So curse life to the end,
if for nothing else,
as a witness who testifies
that the heart deserves better.
You've found a heart,
don't forget your pen.
You were once dead,
You now enjoy flesh covering your wicked bones, you now enjoy being alive.
Pay heed,
What you're accepting has much more pain.
I'll advice you throw that heart away,
live as you've lived.
You might lose your glittering crown.
That's why your heart was turned off at first.
Don't get hypnotized by its deception,
Forgetting what you've held and reward it offered.
A Stone's Throw Away
To Always Win:
Be Easily Pleased.
-Gray Squirrel
01-21-2025
trash pickup occurred.
will have to break up boxes
throw them all away
Go ahead....
and throw away the key,,,
There's nothing left inside my head .....
of my sanity.
If only I could change...
what it is I have become,
and return to the beginning....
of where I started from.
But I know I made my choices....
the dye has long been cast....
There will be no escaping......
the actions of my past.
Please let me fade away...
Forever from your mind,,,,,
Gather all of those memories....
and leave them far behind...
I've found a path of comfort...
Free of misery and despair....
Of my earthly worries.....
I no longer have a care.
child lost
discarded
family throw away
has burned all of her chances
Logical these people will hate her also
a throw away poem
is easy come, easy go
after it's had its say
pack it up toss it away
the meaning isn't deep
nor vocabulary wide
a throw away poem
will never tax the mind
a throw away poem
is not meant to torment the soul
is easy on the eyes
feels almost like home
brings nothing to the table
except for rhyme and flow
that's as far as it will go
a throw away poem
I have cut….. and I am trying to overcome self harm. But if it makes you feel better why stop?
Well yea it makes you feel better for like five minutes but is it really worth it?
What do you do after the pain is gone?
When I first cut myself i was dealing with a break up and I thought I will just cut this once it
wont happen again. I was wrong it slowly spreads taking over your skin, brain then your life.
People find out…. and rumors spread. People try to stop you but you say they
don’t understand and push them away but you promise them you will stop anyway but you do
it again. You’re addicted to the pain and anyone who will try to stop you will be ignored.
You don’t know that you’re doing this but your'e making it easy to let go of this world by
blocking people from your life. It’s a scary road that I wish I didn’t go down you can’t escape
or run back to being happy you have to continue down that same road but stronger than ever.
In the end you’re left with these scars... a story is told with every cut and word you cut into
your skin. No not everyone will understand but just promise me and mean it that tonight or
ever you won’t cut.
Still frames with dead eyed memories.
Magic marker’d promises;
open ended lies
that I can’t seem to forget.
No matter how far I bury this thing
inside my closet. You always find your
way back, with a smile blooming
like a drunken rose.
Fingers run to the edge
of our little world’s grave yard;
flipping the nights over..
Trying to find the picture;
a moment that will sate
the hunger of regret.
But I haven’t found it yet..
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved
5-16-2012 Recycling a Throw Away,Revised
Searching over a throw away,thinking lately about you,
Before I had nothing more than time to lose,
You are not gone ,though- in my heart, I'm often alone,
Remembering you down by the falls,even as a memory,you call,
Crying rhymes on the radio,getting up from a fall,
Bringing you back is more difficult than when I let you go,
To Life
Life that gives us love, gives us hope, gives us truth
Life that grants us strength, grants us power, grants us youlth
To life that takes the pain while forcing minds to fade to hay
To Life that is the dreadful gift to much rist to throw away
To Pain
Pain that makes us tear, makes us pray, makes us screach
Pain that makes us love just to hate, to try to reach
To pain that we will shake, we will fright, we will cry
To pain that makes us mar until the day that we die
To Death
It's death that takes this pain, takes all this sarro, helps us escape
But maybe what we're meant to do is find our minds a brand new shape
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