By:D.E.T

Today the light might not shine
But keep in mind
This is just a test
That I suggest
You to talk it up on the table
Cuz maybe you should erase what's painful

But don't you ever feel worthless
Cuz that's nothing but wordless
If you feel worthless
Right now
You are asking how
You shouldn't be asking yourself
Cuz the god above us
Put's us some type of quiz to see if you still taste
The faith

As longest you stick with that person
Every is gonna be perfect
You'll see that it's worth it
Don't you ever but yourself down
Cuz that only makes your buddy frown

Sometimes we can't tell how we feel
Cuz that's only gonna ill
The things up

Keep in mind that today the light
may not shine
But the sun will fight
It's way to make the darkness get bright

Life is just sometimes hard
But later on life is gonna reward
You with something
So, don't you ever feel like you're nothing
Cuz you are something
Just know that the ups and down are bouncing So, don't you go drowning
Into your own thoughts

So, right now what you should do
Is pray to god to help get threw
Cuz that's what it's about trusting god who is above us

So, today the light may not shine as bright
All you gotta do is keep your sight
At the sky

Cuz perhaps
You'll see you'll be able to relax
As you see how strong
You are because you have been standing for so, long
So, be the wall that she can lean on
Cuz you'll be the number one
Reason why not quit

I joined this site last year in March
and have found many voices since
that kindly welcomed what I wrote
with ‘likes’ and comments
even messages

thank you, my friends

I was a short-time member of some other sites
and from my past experience I have to say
that hp is the liveliest of all I’ve visited

even if there at times are posts that sound mean-spirited
and the occasional invasions of silly trolls
    make you aware that on the internet nothing is safe
    from the shenanigans of some frustrated idiots

in sum
    and in comparison with other sites
given its size and its diversity
hp is doing fairly well

to keep exchange of voices and ideas
    benevolent advice    constructive criticism
    helpful encouragement of younger members
    and sometimes simply kind remarks
alive    and spread the urge of writing poetry
    that helps us to articulate our loves and fears

to keep alive this spirit of creative art
is  our formidable work in progress
in which we all should lovingly play our part

it seems we got it wrong
in reverse
man made god in his own image

I saw the burning embers in his eyes,
the light produced could fill a hundred skies.
He's a natural wonder in my world
I thought as the galaxies in his eyes swirled.

I notice the dimples in the corner as he smiles,
and my heart tells me - for him I'd walk miles.
I told myself I'd never fall in love,
but as I watch him laugh; I realise it's him whom I'm in awe of.

It's the way he talks about his passions,
that makes me feel this mixture of emotions.
The way he hums, the way he reads a book,
I can tell I love him - it only takes one look.

The way his eyes crinkle as he laughs silently,
makes my heart flutter and my stomach beat wildly.
The way our hands become entwined
makes me feel free and well refined.

The way our lips meet?
Nothing can compete.
Fireworks and universes explode between us
and the feeling they brought to me? I can never discuss...

She was a young girl,
Her spirit was bright,
She believed the world was good,
Until pain overwhelmed her.

The assault had made her a new friend,
It was called a razor blade,
Never able to do it,
So desperately she wanted to end it.

Months go by and the pain lingers above her head,
It’s all just too much,
Darkness becomes her life,
A toy she played with a lot now.

The mirror was a window into the past,
Every time she looked into it she saw disgust,
The trapped memories with in her eyes,
End it, End it now she told herself.

Sits in the shower crying,
Know one knew the pain she was in,
No matter how hard she scrubs the flashbacks won't go away,
Scrubbing so hard blood starts to go down the drain.

Her life crumbling before her eyes,
She was broken,
Yet she didn’t care,
“You think you know somebody”.

I shun happiness not voluntarily
but in the way one's covers
slip off in the night
I never chose this misery
instead I awoke
cold and alone
aware I was unprotected
but in a sleepy haze of apathy
I accept my fate
vulnerable to the darkness
that surrounds my every thought

I am carved from marble
my features wrought in stone
I am cold
I am stubborn
I am unfeeling
but I am stronger than you will ever know