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Meek

“We are the forgotten, the grime and scum of the earth. We are the poor souls who live like animals so you can live like kings and queens. We are the shadows no one cares about, the dark crevice we forget to clean. We live where the and filth of the world goes too. You have forgotten us, cast us in to the firey pits of hell, to freeze, to starve, to die.
I understand slavery. Slavery is the diminishing, ripping, and twisting ones worth into nothing, making them feel as inhuman as they possibly can. Once someone is broken into truly believing they have no worth, and begin to see themselves as an animal, becoming something they are not meant to be, manipulation is all that is left. Manipulating us like puppets for them to watch, and laugh, and show us what we can never be. We jump through hoops for you. We run around like chickens for you. We sign and sign and sign our souls over to you. You own us, in every aspect of the word. Think about that, the word own….

Adjective-used with a possessive to emphasize that someone or something belongs or relates to the person or thing mentioned. “they can’t handle their own children”

Pronoun-something that belongs to the person or thing mentioned. “your life is your own”

Verb-have (something) as one’s own; possess. “his father owns a restaurant”
Similar: be the owner of possess
Be the (proud) possessor of have in one’s possession. Have to one’s name
Count among one’s possessions
Have, keep, retain, maintain, hold be blessed with, enjoy, boast

FORMAL-admit or acknowledge that something is the case or that one feels a certain way.
“she owned to a feeling of profound jealousy”

Own. The government owns us, all because we asked for help. We needed help. We asked, we received, but at a great cost to our humanity. We are the slaves known as the forgotten. The trash you forget to clean up, because you will do it later? You tell us to jump, we say how hi. We want food, sign here in blood….ok, good job. Here is the minimum you can have to survive. Here is a crappy home. Here are some other trash and forgotten. Oh, you want money? Ok, here’s the highest amount we will go. You won’t be able to live really, but you get “free ” that’s not going to be worth .

We are the forgotten. We are the fallen. We are the weary souls. We are the tired. We are the shadows. We are the unheard. We are the scared. We are the victims. We are the injustice. We are the sick. We are the survivors. We are dying. We are the nothing. WE ARE THE MEEK!”

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Pain and Darkness

Darkness is all I see,
I look into the light, but darkness prevails.
And from the darkness, comes pain,
An old friend from the past.
Pain is all that I use to be,
All the drugs and alcohol were masks to cover this pain.
I thought that I had finally ran far enough away,
But pain and darkness have found me again.
I sit at night and cry myself to sleep,
The pain is real, the pain is deep.
Like wounds from a sword, stabbed into my heart,
Bleeding out pain and darkness.
Alone in my pain, alone in this darkness,
The misadventures of the deadly duo.
Torment, agony, and a deep rooted self hate,
The darkness and pain are real.
 this life,  the next,
 you and you, oh and you too!
This is where I am at, end of my rope,
Hanging on to the edge with nothing but my fingernails.
Waiting to fall, thinking of letting go,
Not knowing what to do, how to handle all this pain and darkness.
I scream so loud…from the inside,
I reach out…in my dreams.
Pain, sweet pain, darkness oh darkness,
I just want it to go away, leave me alone.
I have tried to talk about all this,
Who really cares though right?
Pain is my mother, darkness is my father,
Agony is my sister, and torment is my brother.
 it, no one cares,
 it, I don’t care anymore.
Lost so much from this pain and darkness,
To old to go back, to dumb to try and change.
Pain, my love,
Darkness, my lover.

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Just a Hollow Shell

My head is bowed low, feeling the shame,
Think of how I am now, I take all the blame.
Just one look into my eyes, you can see the lies.
Through a fake smile, if you listen, you can hear my soul cry.
Embrace me, feel me shake,
Weak from trying so hard to put on a smile so fake.
Can you see me? Or am I fading away?
Where shall I be? Is there a better day?
I would like to believe in better days to come,
But my whole life, I have been on the run.
From the demons that hide deep inside,
Who at their leisure, take me for a ride.
Lie to me and tell me sweet tales,
Only to try and fail.
Tell me of happiness in life and love,
How if I only grab back what I once was, I can feel again heaven above.
It's a daily struggle, so lonely there,
Forever at war, just want out of here.
Shackled and bound, in the darkness of my mind,
Trying to crawl out, but getting pulled behind.
No religion, no peace, just a war of rage,
Reading the book of my life, staring at a blank page.
Residing in the depths of my own personal hell,
Living a life, just a hollow shell.
Heart is shattered,
Soul is tattered.
Been trying to pick myself up ever since I fell,
But it's hard, when you are just a hollow shell.

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Vacio

Alone…so lonely in this place,
Like the pages of my life erase,
As I look in the mirror, unfamiliar face,
I see the pain, as I see your efface.

I went to sleep, went out for a stroll,
I live a daily battle for the salvation of my soul,
Look inside me, look into that empty hole,
Waiting to be filled, waiting for my purpose to unfold.

Round and round I go, on this evil carousel,
My spiritualality is so unwell,
No one is ever themself,
Like Lucifer himself,
I have found that from grace I fell.

I miss my Angel, so far from me,
Emotion are a mental tsunami,
Future is dismal, can not foresee,
My inner church, I stand in its debris,
Forgetting my own decree.

Tired of feeling as though I am dumb,
Tired of feeling the unsettling numb,
Anxiety kicking in, my heart feels like a drum,
 this ! I am so done!
But I live in a giant wheel, around I run.

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Purgatory

I try to act like I don’t care, but deep inside I cry,
Under the mask I wear, love makes me feel so ugly, and I don’t know why.
An entire life I lived, unwanted by those I have given my heart,
Living in a world, crumbling and falling apart.
Building up my walls from the rubble of the last,
Being destroyed time and time again, not learning from my past.
Just want to be wanted, needed, and to feel true love,
But time and time again it gets taken away, so I curse the heavens above.
No one understands the struggle I fight deep inside,
No one will ever understand why I keep to myself, why I hide.
I hold dear the story of Peter Pan, because I just want to fly away,
But I hold a darker Beauty and the Beast dearer, because ugly is my way.
Physical, emotional, mental ugliness, for all I have failed,
On the train of life, wishing the train would just derail.
Want to be forgotten, to be lost forever in this place,
Wishing life would suck me up, and the world would forget my face.
Depressed, saddened by the way things go down,
When you see me I smile, but you turn away, I frown.
It use to be “Oh look at the poor white boy, lets beat his ass…”
Now it is “What a stupid and mean old man, don’t look at him as we pass.”
My whole life, I have been found wanting...but what I will never find,
I might as well be sitting in the dark, deaf, dumb and blind.
I have been so close, but none as close as I have been of the late,
In a downward spiral of love and hate, I live a purgatorial fate.
I can’t breathe, which maybe a good thing at time,
But I will end this poem, but isn’t life a crime?

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I Dared To Dream a Little Dream

Last night, I dared dream...a wonderful dream of you,
And in this dream, that I dared dream, I found out angels are true.

Last night, in a dream, that I dared to dream, your soul stared back at me,
And though I dared to dream, this dream I dream, in my arms is where I want you to be.

So when I woke from this dream that I dared to dream, there sat a smile upon my face,
A smile so big, from a dream that I dared to dream, this smile found its place.

Looking at a picture, to enhance this dream that I dare to dream, when I dare to dream of you.
I close my eyes so that I can dream this dream, that I dare to dream, without this dream, I know not what to do.

It is a wonderful dream, this dream that I dare to dream, it fills my soul with light,
And as I dream, this wonderful dream, that I dare to dream, everything in the world just feels so right.

So here I am, dreaming this dream, that I dare to dream, this dream is now a big deal,
But the truth of this dream, that I have dared to dream, is that this dream is no dream, because you are real.

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Imperfection

Ugly is the way of my soul,
With it, in me it digs a deep dark hole.
Sometimes I don't even want to be me,
Stand in front of the mirror, close my eyes so that I can not see.
It hurts, the imperfections that I have deep inside,
The pains are so great, but from it, I can not hide.
What should I do, where should I go,
Would you tell me if you know?
Heaven calls out to me, but hell has its hold.
The boy became a man, but the man forgot to be bold.
These tears I cry,
Make me wonder why.
Why I am, who I am,
Why I still reside in this forsaken land?
Imperfection, is my way,
You can hear my inperfection in the words I say.
In the road I walk, and the life I live,
There is imperfection in all that I give.
My heart has grown hard and small,
No longer do I walk standing tall.
No longer does my face have a smile,
Imperfection is in my life, and has been for a long great while.
I am imperfect, in an imperfect world, with imperfect places,
Imperfect people, with imperfect faces.
In my head, I hear all the imperfect voices,
And in my life, I make all the imperfect choices.
Imperfection is the way,
Imperfect every single day.
My imperfections have become a part of my soul, mind and heart,
My imperfections tear me apart.
My imperfection, like a disease waiting for me to die,
My imperfections make me lie.
My imperfections have destroyed the innocence deep inside,
My imperfections make me want to run and hide.
My imperfections do not mend,
My imperfections have brought me to my end.