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 May 2020
Max Neumann
scattered beauty, uncertain fate
a life of rage and sometimes hate
the longer he remains down there
he won't be daddy anymore

poems of addiction without fiction
as time is tickin', as time is tickin'
daddy become clean i wish you luck
can't you remember our last hug?

it's always the same with you pop
how can we count on you?
why have you given up?
why can't you be strong at last?

it doesn't matter if you surrender
as time is tickin', as time is tickin'
you won't have room or space left
frozen bank accounts and misery

we live in mistrust, daddy
can't you just be yourself again?
get rid of the mirrors and errors
we live in mistrust, daddy
Today is a good day.
 May 2020
amy
Exhaustion seeps out of my sockets
Backed into a corner
Pinned to the wall by pain
Sorrow clouds the room as it starts to rain

Take me to the roof top
Stay here just for comfort
Delay the desertion  
If you need me
I’ll be sleeping

Cross the road
Hand in hand
Fingernails digging in
Suffering locked to my skin

I’ll be the messenger
Tell every single part of me
Your agenda today is
To bury yourself and bleed
 May 2020
B Sonia K
Countless times
Thoughts of the future floats within
Accompanied by a speed racing fear
Growing ‘till I’m drenched in cold sweat
Leaving a hard knot where my heart was
And as it cracks,
I’m enraptured in sad pain
Hot tears filling up my thoughts
Forming in my once happy eyes
In full readiness to soak my clothed chest
But of what use?
This pain never leaves.

Questions!
The purpose of ones existence
Every step forward is crippled
By the heavy weight of discontentment
Nothing feels right
The overwhelming feeling of emptiness
Unhappiness and unproductivity
Overshadowing all seemingly positive efforts
Filling up all happy spaces with sourness
The pleasure and laughter is only temporary?


And it repeats
Again and again
• • •

Well this time,
Even as sad tears form in my eyes
I made a conscious decision to write
All in hope that this sad pain
Will float from cracks in my chest
Through my thoughts and words
Unto this digital sheet
And I may find relief
From this overwhelming fear.


But that won’t happen. Will it?
Raw emotions in  this minute.
 Apr 2020
Whisper Yes
I’m so hungry for you
To be driving fast
Along an open highway
Wind in our hair
Music blaring
Feeling so free
Together and alive
Pressure builds in my chest
I’m terrified
So much anger
Consuming me
Clouding my vision
What to do
Bear the tension
Burn clean
 Apr 2020
lavendersky
i want to write my pain out,
but it won't drip through my pen
it's been stuck there for five years,
a rotting clot inside my head.
 Apr 2020
lavendersky
Sometimes i force myself to cry,
so i don't drown in my emotions.
I pity myself until i am tired ,
then the nightmares come,
i dream of betraying you.

I haven't forgave myself.
I did not forget.
I was too young to understand,
the things i have done,
and what they meant.

I would never do it again,
never look the other way.
The words i say i will keep,
until God takes me away.

Will it ever be enough?
The life i'm willing to give to you?
Will my love be able,
for us to live this through?
 Apr 2020
Em
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
 Apr 2020
Cynthia Jean
Time to turn to God.

We must take a stand.

Be silent no more!

The silent are complicit,  weak,  and  cowardly.

Be brave, bold and courageous.

God has not given us a spirit of fear,  but power,  love,  and a sound mind.

Fear is demonic.

The "powers that be" (not Powers...have ears to hear) are suffocating this nation with a spirit of fear ( think about it...the healthy are under house arrest... and voluntarily ...
HOW CRAZY IS THAT!

We are under the ******* of the lies of the box and the tellers of tales!

My brothers and sisters

I plead with you now

We all need to

WAKE  UP

SPEAK  UP

RISE UP

BEFORE  IT  IS TOO  LATE

(And no more spewing of  hatred !!... we have become a nation of haters...and where does that come from?)

NOW IS  THE TIME.

I CAN NO LONGER  STAY  SILENT.

HOW  ABOUT  YOU???

Cynthia Jean
Copyright  
April 21, 2020
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