WAVES

 Chris Nicholson

                     hairline receding

                     waves retreat from the shoreline

BROKEN WINGS
Dixia     

                                       I once flew up high

                                   Till you came and broke my wings

look deeply
carine henry

look deeply and you can hear my cry

looking deeply you are able to see where my deepest secret lies

deeper enough than comes my fear

where darkness lies near

look deeply and find my confusion

than answer all of my frustration

look deeply inside my exposed loneliness

deeper enough lies my exposed sadness

kindly a smiled is written

but deep inside my hurt is hidden

politely beauty is supposedly me

truthfully ugliness is really me

it seem to others that i am intelligent

but deeply i am ignorant

looking deeply you find my true self

but lightly looking you meet my false self

look deeply you will find my personality

down the road deeper is my story

 

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 -Jessica

WALKING WOUNDED

         By

Patty Briant Elliott

Some traverse life’s pathways wounded.

The scars they bear not always visible.

Their outward visage appears so normal.

But the rare untoward response

Belies faces otherwise expressionless.

Their anguished inner beings devoid,

And fearful of manifest emotion.

Affliction is worn embedded in the mind,

Due to hateful words uttered via tongue.

Others, encountered violence like a soldier during war.

They dwell not consciously, on vicious words,

Nor on violence forced upon them.

These wounded replay scenes subconsciously,

Through dreams which haunt like demons

  day or night.

When triggered, the memories inflict horrific pain.

Its victims strive to forget, longing not to feel the hurt.

But they remain ever possessed,

alone in darkness:

I’m trapped in total darkness

No end in sight

I can’t see anything

I can’t see you

We have grown apart

And now only hate is shown

Is this how it must be?

Is there nothing we can do?

But soon I see light

I can finally see you

But I can’t see me

But then I realize

That if I am to be seen

I can’t see you

You can never be in my thoughts

So I stop thinking

I stop thinking of you

Suddenly I can see myself again

And you go away

To never return again

And once again I am alone

Alone in the darkness that is my soul

Alone forever to think of nothing

         I am like an unwritten poem ready to be read, ready to be said,

Unknowing and unwilling to follow other’s ways,

Creativity ready to come out,

Meaning and inner beauty ready to be seen,

Finally ready to dare and to tell the truth that will scare,

And ready to end it all in a memory.

I am like a painted canvas,

Truthful, but unknowing,

Without heart, but kind to all,

Flowing with color, but still unlike anything ever seen,

The true beauty lying under the paint,

Lying under the color,

The true beauty lying in the soul of the artist,

In the heart of the canvas,

I am like a painted canvas,

That will die, but will never be forgotten

 

I am like a raindrop falling with no resistance,

Without a past,

Without a present,

Only a future to fall,

To fall and be forgotten,

To be lost among the rest,

Without a heart to remember,

Without a soul to move on,

Falling without hope of anything more,

Not ready to become nothing,

But ready to realize the only fate,

The fate to become nothing more,

And to fall and be forgotten,

To leave and be lost forever.

No time to  cry

There is no time to cry

As you sit in the  dark

With your eye liner running

Dry your tears

Clam your fears

A boy broke your heart

Most of them will

No on is worth crying over

Not even a boy

Boys tend to be mean

And treat you bad

But always remember

The good times that you had

If it wasn’t for the bad

The good wouldn’t be as good

There is no time to cry

So dry your eyes

But on a fake smile

And try to  cheer up

..Caged Feelingz..
Dwight Carson

...Mindless...

I remain captured in the same frame

my brain contained to a tamed cage

hands painstakingly shaking with rage

trying in vain to brake these chains

that surround and crowd around me

confound my bound extremities

ease this diseased shackled remedy

I'm begging you, please seize the keys

appease me...free me...release me..

.

...Foreshadow...

Face covered in blood and drowning in pain

Frustration eats me alive. I cant get out of this thing

Damn. Shit. Fuck. Please someone help

I'm beginning to develop insecurities like a caged elf

I've tried to get out an every way seems impossible

I'm trapped inside a box with metal bars acting as obstacles

I'm on a mission to conquer something believable

Only if I could see the pain everything would seem reasonable

Problems float to the surface an make emotion seize

I begin to choke on the dusky air an become weak at the knees

I deserve every degree of punishment it seems

Provoked by so many screams

I pushed open the cage door an realized my dreams

The stabbing pains

Of love torments

The feelings that I have

Have been left to be dead

As I’m left with no hope

And all whom I know has but left

I cry to the god that they say

Is all but left

As no one answers

And as the cries start to come forward

I silently wander to the place they call madness

People stare and I leave them to whisper

as my soul burns with the hatred they say to be sadness

I look to the moon

And as tears take over

I call out once again to the one they all follow

My body shudders

And nothing is left to be said

For I have loved and lost everything

And now my time has come to an end                         

SAMIRA BECKETT

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Benthebeliever
         

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Sad ...so sad....

does God really exist?

Do the dead wait for his divine sentence?

or there is no punishment for our sins...?

Then vengeance must be  taken in life

so vengeance is mine..

Sad... so sad....

A god does not take your life...

A god will not make you cry..

sad.. so sad...

you can not obtain vengeance from the dead...

Neither from a god that brings death

sad.. so sad....

I step on the broken bodies of my enemies

i can see their children.. cry...

i can see their fear...but my eyes are blind...

and i bring dead even to most innocent.. of them...

sad ..so sad....for those whom i loved ,

sad... so sad...for vengeance is mine....

                                                          

                                                  By: Christian toledo

There was a bowl of pink and white roses beside my bed

One of the petals said, "Courtney-bird" in black ink

& I'm thinking, isn't that appropriate

The name of my hair color is "Espresso", it's 2:21 AM & I'm not in pajamas

I'm seventeen, for a while,

You can love me, rip me apart & share,

talk talk talk

Maybe you know me, maybe you don't,

Maybe you hate me.

Maybe in 80 words I've already changed my life

Or the voyeur's, or voyeurs'

It doesn't matter; I've got this ink pen;

Did you know I have a crush on a ladybug?

I am the type that would rip you apart

to show you how strong you could be underneath.

I'm walking around with my pockets full,

Spilling all over the place

I've got plenty, I'm safe.

Nothing bad is necessary,

Nothing false is so important,

Nothing beautiful is overrated,

& maybe nothing painful is totally worth it.

So, I'll plead the Ponyboy & just stay gold.

I'll walk right off here & never come back,

Never was the type to ever look back,

& no one has to like it,

& everyone needs to smile.

Courtney Ragland

 

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Alone

I've seen him walking - dragging his feet on the floor

Walking the same streets - as many times before

The world of depression showing in his face

Just another forgotten member of the human race.

His home a suitcase - in which everything he owns

His bed the tarmac - upon which he roams

His friends the birds - flying free as he'll stray

He'll watch them for hours then be on his way

Begging for change - hand held out in despair

Grasping for help - all he holds is thin air

tearstained face - he pleads one more time

But the police move him on - he's committed no crime

Life wasn't always this - he once was a hero

Once he was somebody - not just a zero

Held in high regard - once had a place

But that was yesteryear now he's a "disgrace".

So he'll walk alone - another forgotten nobody

Dream his dreams of when he was somebody

Of the hero that was - of honour and grace

in reality just another forgotten member of the human race!

Hands on the keyboard

The monitor glows brightly

The keys click quickly

Sudden death

No escape, no return.

Thick blood oozing towards the damp cement.

Perfect sounds of nothing,

filling into blank scenery.

Every feeling evaporates into waves of mist.

The past reflects abstract images,

through unfolding visions.

Pain invading suddenly.

Aching bones snap, waking the undead.

Veins burst and liquid becomes gas.

Burning sensations scorches the tender skin.

Once was an angel,

filled with beauty and kindness.

Now her wicked soul boils,

becoming a demon from inside.

Untold hatred becomes visible.

Blue flames torches her path.

Now Revenge is the key.

Life

What we choose in life,

Is what we do in life.

How we distinguish life,

Is the way by which we live it.

We choose our path,

Although it has been chosen.

We love what we can,

By grasping it to death.

We merely live in fear,

Of that day when our time has come.

We can't imagine what awaits,

But we fear it nonetheless.

We live thinking our lives have a value,

But in truth we are mere pawns.

We are the tools for success,

But not for ourselves.

We live to aid others,

Who later achieve more in life,

Than what we could.

Life is long,

Yet sometimes short.

We must learn the ways

Of our destiny,

Before our end comes.

What takes many decades,

Should take you no longer than years.

The past experienced,

The present being lived,

And the future awaiting our arrival.

IF I WERE YOU, I'D CHANGE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE

WHAT'S THAT FOUR LETTERED WORD, LOVE

WATCH IT TURN TO HATE

YEAH YOUR LIVING GOOD NOW, BUT THAT MONEY ISN'T CLEAN

I DON'T KNOCK YOU FOR YOUR HUSTLING, BUT IT WONT LAST FOREVER

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

YOUR PRIORITIES ARE ALL MESSED UP, YOU PUT YOUR FRIENDS BEFORE YOUR KIN

WHEN YOUR FRIENDS DISAPPEAR FROM YOUR SIDE

YOUR VICTORIES AREN'T NO LONGER GUARANTEED WINS

YOU USED YOUR MONEY TO BY EVERYONE ELSE'S DRINKS

THEN YOU REALIZED THAT THEY WERE USING YOU, AND YOUR PRIDE STARTED TO SINK

YOUR WOMAN LOVES YOU, SO SHE TREATS YOU LIKE GOLD

YOU GOT THE HEART OF A PLAYER, BUT TRUST ME PLAYER IT GETS OLD

YOU'VE MADE SOME CRAZY DECISIONS, AND YOU STILL TRY TO AVOID THE LIGHT

YOU WERE GIVEN SO MANY CHANCES, WHEN WILL YOU START TO THINK BRIGHT

WILL IT TAKE A DEATH, OR YOUR INCARNATION

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL YOUR REINCARNATION

"CHANGE NOW"

Hint

The patient voice unremittingly cautions 

But reason, the only deterrent to human completion

Unfailingly impedes the realization of an untainted nature

Consequently giving supremacy to disingenuousness

Isn’t life a Paradox

TEARS IN MY EYES

                          -By Mariela Sandoval

                     I have tears in my eyes,

                     Does anybody care

                     I have tears in my eyes,

                     Will someone ask why,

                     I have tears in my eyes,

                     Does any1 kno Im scared,

                     I have tears in my eyes,

                     Will these tears dry,

                     I have tears in my eyes,

                     Will some1 help me,

                     I have tears in my eyes,

                     I need some1 2 care,

                     I need some1 2 ask why,

                     I need some1 2 kno Im scared,

                     I need my tears 2 B dried,

                     Why wont some1 help me?

        -0-

BLEEDING

Cara Holmes

With no reason left to live

She walked to the door

Took out her knife

And fell to the floor

A pool of red

Began to grow

And along with it

Her life did flow

Nobody heard her

Nobody knew

They wouldn't care

If she turned blue

Stained in red

Yet ghostly white

The sight of her

Filled all with fright

So they just turned off the light

SHE DIED RIGHT THERE BEFORE ME

     by: Mary Nagy

To me, she could've said anything

I wanted so badly to hear her say,

"I love you and I'm gonna try."

But all she said is "I just can't stay."

She looked away, I stared her down.

I needed to see her eyes.

She looked at me and that's when I knew...

THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.

She died right there before me.

I watched her fade away.

Her eyes were glossing over

as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"

She said goodbye and drove away.

I've learned to deal with loss.

But, now she says "I'm coming back!"

She doesn't know the cost.

To me she's dead, she can't come back.

She'll have to remember the day

that she died right there before me

when she said she couldn't stay.

 Time
kevin Lehman

It can be Love's best friend

or it can be its worst enemy

you can never speed it up

you can never slow it down

you never know how much you have

you can never tell how much you need

it can heal a soul

or it can break a heart

it is always changing

without it we wouldn't

only with time will I find

if the one I love is truly mine

is it love's best friend

or is it's worst enemy

only time will tell.

THROUGH OUR LIFE

through our life

we have good days and

bad days

on the bad days

we should  remember those that are there for us

and then the bad days wont seem so

bad

Scared God

Running scarily, followed by killers

Afraid GOD one day on earth

By mistake trapped in Religious riots

Followers eager to know which cast

God stretching his memory

Never created ANY cast

         Oh

Human beings, he memorized at last

Shocked as followers on step

To save himself he changed to STONE

Miracle, he got saved

God rushed heaven

Never to reach EARTH again.

sometimes things go wrong

that's just how life flows

you'll never wat will happen

until it dose

life has its long journeys

terrible mistakes you wish u never did

like telling a cutie guy no b-cuz no one likes him

saying the wrong things at bad times

life isn't always the way you want it to be

             bryana

YESTERDAY

Rebecca Rasmussen

i wish i could live in yesterday,

i wish i could live in today.

I wish i could live.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

if could do anything i would.

If i could ever really live i would.

I wish life were real,

i wish people were real.

Everything seems fake,

no one really lives.

I wish I could live in yesterday.

I wish everyone else could live in today.

I wish i could live.

Like a Rose

My life is as dead as the yellow roses

on my tumbledrier

My heart is as faded and dull

as the brown marks on the once

yellow rose petals

He picked me from the garden

and put me in a vase, left

me there without water

I slowly died,

tying to stay alive but I couldn't

He got home and saw me half dead,

so he tried to cut my stem to revive me

But it was too late,

I was already dead...

FAR AWAY

  Robert Bennett

  Rolling thunder crashes through my skull

  Slipping and sliding and losing control

  Twisting and turning and falling away

  Through black and white and shades of grey

  Watching my sanity come and go

  Grasping at threads, losing my soul

  My mind cloudy like a stormy sky

  Too weak to live too brave to die

  Cries for help echo on the horizon

  Losing my mind, all sense of reason

  Staring into the deepest black

  See myself staring back

  Reaching for a helping hand

  No one dares to make a stand

  Sinking into this chasm of fire

  Losing my hopes, my dreams desires

  Close my eyes to this nightmare

  My screams still fill the frigid air

  Wanting this all to go away

  But I'm too far gone to be saved

Blood In The Water

Scaling and Feasting

Birds Of The Sea.

ANGELS

By Kelly Fournerat

The angels fly on feather light wings.

And give all glory to their king.

Their home is Heaven up on high.

They hang the moon in the starry sky.

The angels with faces bright and fair.

Serve the Lord whose kingdom they share.

Robed in garments of sparkling white.

An angel must be a beautiful sight.

Praises and thanks to Jesus they give.

For he alone is the reason they live.

Casting their crowns at his feet.

An angels love is pure and sweet.

Now the angels wish to bid you good night.

Close your eyes, never worry, sleep tight.

Dream sweet dreams as you turn out the light.

Your guardian angel is watching over you tonight.

Was it true? had i fallen into limbo so quick that i hadn't even noticed it? treasuring the memories of my family, which were left behind, only to be destroyed, but by what? not evil surely, but willowing silently through severed bodies isn't the life for any mortal soul with passion so deep, it could put mankind in concussion, was it true? what could do one good but to dwell on dreams, hoping everything is in order, not letting the sickness of a child tear us all down to devotion, but no living being should suffer pain so thrilling that they may want it again and again,

was it true? can ones heart possess a mind so powerful, that not even god could control it? the pressure is to much, and for one to take in the stress of a loss of memory, there's just one question, was it true?

Lord Hear My Prayer

By Kate Lewis

You can only blame yourself,

For the life of that child that was slain.

Where once a beautiful soul had been,

Is now filled with sorrow and pain.

That child was the future’s hope,

The one that would have lead,

But in a heartbeat of a second,

All those hopes had fled.

You say you’d give anything,

To take back your mistake,

Only thinking of yourself,

When you made your choice that day.

The child that was meant to live,

Will forever rest with God.

Because you chose to take the risk,

They had to pay the cost.

“Dear Jesus please for give me,

For I chose to take a life,

Of a baby that couldn’t speak,

That couldn’t even fight.”

“Little did I ever know,

That it would hurt this much,

But even more then what I feel,

I hurt for what I lost.”

“Now I will forever live,

As that baby won’t

With the burden of my choice,

And one less person in my home.”

“So Lord, as you hear my prayer,

Please help me to believe,

From this day forward,

I’ll learn to love,

And treasure every baby.”