ANY DAY

One day she awakes:

impoverished, cold, alone.

One day she awakes: in pain, in agony, in her own personal hell.

One day she awakes: belittled, bewildered, confused.

One day she awakes: eyes open, wings spread, empowered.

No more she thinks.

No more she says.

No more she screams.

One day she walks: she runs, she dances, she finally smiles.

 

You always say "it won't happen to me,"

It is just because you're too blind to see.

Life can change in the blink of an eye,

leaving you clueless not ready to die.

Teenagers living their life on the streets.

Parents act helpless, hiding underneath sheets.

Guns that aren't loaded will soon take a life.

An unpaid debt will get solved by a knife.

A childhood dream keeps on drifting away

Now they just wish to see one more day.

A life of crime puts a young kid in jail.

Too many children keep going through hell.

For some life ends before it really begins,

and for some their life span will slowly thin.

Now if I should die before I awake,

may it be a safer place for my sake.

Let me feel safe from harm and from death,

let me feel safe to take my next breath.

People will live and people will die.

Live life for what it's worth, don't let it pass by.

YOU ARE NOT HIM

       Rene' Bennett

I know it is wrong

it can't be right

as you hold me

into the night.

It is him on my mind

him which I see

the warmth of your body

is him touching me.

As I look in your eyes

darkened with gray

your cold beating heart

has made me this way.

Life is not changing

so it must be me

rotating seasons

I just can't see.

Show me a smile

I'll show you a tear

tell me of laughter

I'll tell you of fear.

Standing in shadows

alone in the night,

hiding in corners

away from the light.

Looking at you

looking at me

no, you are not him

and never will be.

My self

every one always says be your self

I try to be me

and my friends wont accept it

people tell you to be your self

but if you express your self in any way

you offend some one some how

I just want to be myself

every one always says be your self

but the society tells us all to be the same

graduate from school than college

what if i don't want to

i want to have an adventure

i want to be a hero

i want to be myself

away from social obligations

i just want to be my self

every one always says be your self

school makes me feel empty

like i'm wasting my life

Something has to change

yet its always the same

every day wake up school homework sleep

why has it come to this

the only thing that keeps me sane

is the thought that life can change

I just want to be my self

Napa Valley Haiku

by Bill Albright

1.

 Vintage aroused

erectile cooperage

ferments orgasms

2.

Skins pale, dark

sheathg pulped passion

amorally

3.

Rock walled clos

spanish blessed stones

lodge vines

4.

Tasters feast

entitled expectation

guaff releases

5.

Clustered relatives

separated, crushed

resurrection assured

6.

Noose absent

grapes sentenced to hang

execution seasonal

Tremors

Seething through thought

Shaking the mind,breaking

abruptly ending haven

Blind mind

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Beata D Wronska

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Loneliness 

This loneliness

Is buried in my darkened soul.

This loneliness

Will strip me of my longed for bliss.

It shames the deepest, blackest hole.

My breaking is its only goal,

This loneliness.

As the knight dropped his sword and looked at his defeated opponent he wondered what has brought him to this cruel and evil slaughtering and as he picked up his sword from off the ground he knew it was his job it was destiny and amany nights he awoke wondering in horror that one night... 

tired

i'm tired of sleeping till one

up till six to sleep with the sun

tired of grinding my bones to dust

tired of dreams tarnished with rust

tired of giving up too easily

of being happy with mediocrity

just plain sick and tired

dull and limp and uninspired

tired of hopelessness and doubt

tired of trying to figure out

who i am now that i am grown

unenriched by the life i've known

i'm tired of complaining and

tired of not being in demand

but as you've guessed, plain to see

mostly i'm just tired of me.

 

CIRCLES

 by Andreea Bacalu

I should cut a piece of my breath

And watch it bleeding

And I should step on my shadow

And watch my soul leaving

And I should stab the claw from my hand

That watches over my neck

And I should put an end

To everything that once has stopped

But in my head it keeps repeating

So many things I have to change

Before they put a change in me

And I should be someone…maybe me…

The one you never seem to see

But tears I cried turned into chains

The nights I died turned me into a slave

And every morning is an end

And every end holds a beginning

That I can’t see or hear

But only smell

And never taste the feeling…

So maybe I should cut a piece of my breath

And watch it bleeding…

BURIED ALIVE

ADAM ROGERS

I try to help, but they refuse to give up

I try to stay there, but they always run away

Why do things in life never go my way?

Why do people always block the right way?

When I try to comfort, it takes its toll on me

When I try to take the pain, It only wells up

People confide In me, then they finish and cry

People have tried to stay strong, but never did they succeed.

I have problems of my own. You're not alone.

I've lay in bed, crying, I couldn't see her again.

She was heartbroken, but moreso was I.

Now I lay here, shattered, and buried alive.

DESTRUCTIBLE

Megan Hodson

I could not look into your eyes and see

screaming

at a point I crossed,

anger I've never had

or the remarkable ability to run.

What can be thought about sleep?

No mistakes and no moving in the wrong direction anymore.

But if it happened after talking of escape

Then I'd still be here with ice-cold hope and a no-feeling identity.

 If a darkened desire turned

  And the light moved on

   I would miss a thing I thought

   about a lot, argued too much about and

   made my own.

So looking into your eyes, I'll have to look away.

Escape

-by Amit Kudale

Living with a dose of reality,

Is that all which helps my functionality,

But for the vitality to regain shape,

I really need to escape.

Living with a reason,

Is the way I want to dress up every season,

Gone are the days when we used to ape,

Now we know being there and how to escape.

Things that make me think,

Traumas that doesn't easily sink,

Tells me I cannot save myself from ache,

Since life would not end even after a great escape.

"Im Sorry"

Im sorry for crying.

Im sorry for lyin.

Im sorry for ripping your heart out.

Im sorry we werent together for Valentines.

Im sorry it couldnt be.

Im sorry for saying good-bye in the times in your most needs.

Im sorry I came into your life.

Im sorry i screwed it up.

Im sorry for all the drama i caused.

Im sorry for opening up to you.

Im sorry for the pain.

Most off all im sorry for getting emotions,

That make me go insane.

Dark nights, loneliness, my unbeloved life tares to bits. Alone I sit in my sweet sorrow watching the blood trickle down my skin. So many times I wanted to die, so why not just take the chance and try? End this life that never lived, answer the questions you never did. Change people’s lives before I die, kill myself and make them cry. Let them see who I really am, let them try to understand. Why I had to leave this life, why I couldn’t be a wife. Why I had to die so soon, why I never watched the moon. Soon enough they’ll have answers, so let them ponder deep in thought, because these last few minutes can’t be fought….

Staring me down.

Feeling your eyes rip into my skin,

through my broken heart, my missing part

you see right through me.

Things are better.

You think you made the right choice,

but even after the fight, you loose your sight.

You took the wrong turn,

you're on the wrong path again.

Try and Fix everything.

You know you can do it.

Turn around, whys everyone down?

They ask you to help them,

you can't help them all.

Enlightenment

Judy Landkamer

At times when unexpected

A light pierces a moment

And a thought grasps awareness.

DON'T FORGET

A poem for all those who will walk out of this world and into the real world, just don't for get those you are leaving back here.

When this year is over,

When all is said and done;

Will we still be together

Or will everyone be gone?

We've shared a lot of laughter,

We've shared a lot of pain.

But will we ever get

To do it all again?

The promise of hope

For when next year gets here

Sometimes isn't enough

To settle all the fears.

Will we still be close?

Or will we drift apart?

Torn away by guys or girls

Who stole our hearts.

That scares me.

This year I've made some good friends.

But will we be they same people?

Will we share the laughs again?

Or exchange dirty looks,

And give cold shoulders to,

The ones we swore

To this we wouldn't do?

And old friends who leave,

Will the keep in touch?

Or will we lose the ones,

For which we care so much?

Just don't leave too fast.

And don't forget to say goodbye!

And don't ever forget,

The ones that you're leaving behind!!

ANOTHER TIME

NEVADA M. PISCHKE

the nights are darker as they go

the rain is over bearing

the sea is over rising

with the world around surely unknown

unknown of thoughts

the confusion that all has left

don't know of what

just lost

lost here in mind

no sense upon what done

its all done now

died in mind

to late to ...to late ... ...to ... ... ...

its over

had all

and so it lost all

do not know, lost the ways

maybe another time

there will be time and I will be saved

another time

Keep it real

Augustus von Zink

Tried to love myself by impressing others;

Unharmonious speech and feelings making my mind heavy, making my body slow, making me sweat and forget what i came for..........

Take care of what you say and spell, never sell yourself to ideas you can´t swallow-

If they tell you they are holy, say:

I respect you but i still feel lonely, I have to make it by my own- Have to take what´s on my road, to pick it up and let it fall, ´cause you think that it´s just too small, i´m searching for something bigger, to pick it up and let it fall ´cause it´s obviously too small.

I say: Stop!!

Never sell yourself and try to rebell before your body does.

The game is over who has won? I swear i didn´t notice it although i was focused on it, it must have been a silent one.

All I know is it wasn´t me- Otherwise I would agree in feeling free and not unsatisfied, unhuman and sick- to pick it up and let it fall, this is what we´re searching for-

But could it be so simple, easier than we think, to break this circle down?

The answer is yes and no, depending on what you´re searching for.

I say: Take it and break it, if you want to make it you gotta shake the world.

You can´t identify yourself with each idea, can´t be everybody's darling and can´t impress the mass with your class, altough you you could, but why should you??

But therefore you can be yourself, this is mental health and more worth than each thing you pick up on your road- to nowhere......

 

A DEATH POEM

Sakura's falling in the night sky...

...Like the men that hath befallen my fate...

...Just a speck in the goldmine