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Alexandra J Jan 2017
The witch’s hour approaches-
What an unearthly time to be alive,
To open your eyes in fear,
To shut them back into illusion.

In your tired veins, yesterday’s sorrow sneaks through;
Do they burn with numbness?
Does the air caress your venomous pores?

This girl is a witch;
A witch is a saint,
For all the saints have confessed
To having sinned.
Can a god resign?
Can he seek forgiveness?
I hold him in the palm of my hand-
Tired creature,
Old with time,
Dark with worry.
There are no resurrections left to save
What is to be forgotten anyway.

The witch’s hour passes by—
The almighty can be put to rest once more;

Sleep in a mattress of distress,
Slip in oblivious bliss.
You are here
But he's not
And I getting off too
And I am so sure you'd like to know why, and I will tell you

I'm back into the nineties
Before Facebook was on the face of the world and many were facing books more than faces on the Facebook
Enthralling myself back there, can cry
Feels like to kneel down but will stand for a while
Standing in the corridor
Facing an open door
Body inside, body with no life
The pain grows deeper into myself
See the tears of the broken heart and a silent cry
Mumbling with pain inside

I just closed my eyes, felt so weak
wanted to stand but started  to tremble
wasn't crying but heard the voice of my soul like a whistle
Heart beating so slow
Hear the noise of crying voices
My mind far faraway from my being,
Time passing, like a hand waving,  from a train I wanted to be on
Murmuring in distress, wish I could take a ride away
Leaving these streets behind me

Found myself down on the floor
Saw nothing but a black cloud rolling like a ball
Tried to open my eyes, oops its was already open but couldn't see,
Tried to call my mom but i lost my breath
Wasn't weak but I couldn't stand
Wasn't blind but I couldn't see
Wasn't dead but couldn't feel anything

Sometimes Life is so hard to bear alone
My daddy, He was my inspiration
My correction and my direction
My road that l could run
Looking at me, my mom, my sister, my brothers..all crying he was gone
He left us in blood sweat tears
In hopes that I could be a ripe for the harvest
But I still hope I will be a good father, just like he was

The black cloud of winter
Lightning and roaring thunder
Striking me with a strong fear and shiver
Wish I could take my way to summer
To the green places of Eden
But mom said its okay, That's what life is all about
I changed my pain into wisdom
Instead of this dead nightmare started to live my dreams
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face
then think of doing that 24 hours a day

She was a master gardener and she is, tend to every leaf removing the weeds placing me into windows of opportunity so I could lean towards the sun that I can never forget  that
THE SKY IS THE LIMIT
Planting kisses on my cheeks hugs on my back, Growing her love on me the best way she knew how, Like a father, like a mother, 2 in 1

She said whats done is done, what you gotta do is to run
cos a journey of a thousand miles is not fun
Take a stand don't be so weak
Open your eyes you not blind
Feel the pain and let go
Open the gates and discover a way
You are what you want your life to be
You can imprison yourself take the keys and make yourself free
Flowers are plenty, this is summer fly over them like a bee

This was my mom, I am here because she gave me what I wanted
This spate of inspiration that changed my world
We all need that
We all need that
We all need someone to show us the way, wondering in the world now giving us courage to take a look into the sky, birds flying, stars shining and see that there is no need to cry
We all need that
we all need that
That world changing order for global turn up
Bringing life to the dead's darkest nights
Standing stronger to win all the fights
Till the sun will rise again and make us see the lights
And become a newborn soul that's right.
for my mom, She is such a heroine mother
21 | 31 Poems for August 2016

The cuts on her wrists help to express the feelings she cannot put into words.
Despite the pain she feels,  she feels the urge to constantly hurt herself again.
I want to be her sunshine through the rain and be her love through the pain.
She once said "Self-hurt became the only way to cope, I'm hanging by a thread and I hope no one cuts the rope."
Maybe no one will ever truly understand the type of love and happiness that she has begun to humbly demand.
The teenage girl who cuts herself knows that morphine cannot ease her pain.
She bleeds every night and believes that her scars will make her feel all right.
She has been tirelessly walking around with the burden of a broken heart.
She uses countless razor blades just to refrain herself from falling apart.
Mom doesn't know because during the day her scars don't clearly show.
Carefully concealed to avoid the eyes of prying friends, she'd rather converse with a stranger.
Inflicting pain on herself became the only way to cope, she's hanging by a thread and hopes that no one cuts the rope.
The teenage girl who cuts herself is trying to exorcise the demons she has regrettably danced with.
She has wounds a Band-Aid cannot cover and experiences pain that morphine cannot dissipate.
The teenage girl who cuts herself is patiently waiting for love to dominate.
The cuts on her wrists help to express the feelings she cannot put into words.
She believes that her marks and scars will eventually make everything all right.
The day she embraced God's love, her demons questioned the value of their existence.
Mercury Chap Aug 2016
when it's dark enough
for the stars to be invisible
and my eyes still open wide
don't shut, don't dream
i feel like i'm falling
in the bottomless pit
where the darkness embraces me
and i can't tear out of it
but shiver uncontrollably
unstoppable, i look for the sharp
edge of the frindly enemy
in the drawer
inside the cupboard,
and I know, it's my short term memory,
Cannot find it,
panic,
heavy breaths,
anger,
tears,
anguish,
unlucky for the day,
unlucky, no scars,
yet.
Shemika C Aug 2016
It's as if no one hears your cries or sees your tears... Are you alone? Or is it that no one really cares? You find yourself lost and in distress. Wondering if you'll ever find your happiness.
Holey Jul 2016
I sit patiently and wait for the waves to consume the sand house I built
A sand house built with the hate that's grown over a period of time.
A sand house built like a sad house, growing weaker and weaker everyday.
The waves roll over my sand house filling the crevices with water.
After the water drains I look at my house and am shocked.
My sand house is packed with more sand, strengthening the walls.

My sand house built like a sad house, built stronger and stronger everyday.
I sit and wait again for the waves to consume the sand house I built
The sand house, filled with all the hate and distress created.
This sand house filled with me, filled with everything that I am.
So I must be strong if I can withstand these waves of trials and tribulations
If I can push out the water and come back a stronger me.
Wrote this on Vacation (:
Do you even try
to understand the battle I'm fighting inside my mind?
Do you even understand
it's not because I want to, but it feels like my only option?

Do you even bother
to try to see it from my point of view?
See that my fear is eating me up inside,
that I'm also trying to starve it,
but the fear doesn't easily starve,
it takes what it craves
and it craves my soul

It's not like I want this,
but sometimes it feels unstoppable
my heart pounds crazy in my chest,
as my hands shake of distress,
it feels as if I go against my fear,
My life gets ruined,
I get ruined,
I'll wind up dead.

It's like the fear never gets satisfied,
it want more and more,
till there's nothing more left,
it never get's full,
just keeps on eating on my insides

I hope for the day I'll find my cure,
**** this fear
and just live my life again...
I stopped believing in love; because all I see is agony and heartbreak. It has been more than 445 days when things started to collapse. Your ignorance is unlike anything I have seen before. Much as I have been analysing your situation from different angles, there is nothing left to dig into. I am left alone; puzzled and hooked on the unknown…

I thought I saw heaven on the other side, but you were an incredibly deceiving black-hole. You should know that I’m entitled to this rage as much as you are entitled to the choice you made to leave me forsaken. Your traces are deep wounds, and they are yet extremely sore. Thus, I have no other option, but to shed tears more, and more…

Recalling the past is an incurable disease. You seem to have successfully latched onto my system. But do not get me wrong; I contemn the bitterness as I remember what we used to be. It is not a mystery that you strangely implicate the choices I make, and all the steps I am going to take. It actually boils my blood to admit that I have an incentive greed. I need to think that I am crossing your mind every second of the day just like you do mine. Otherwise, what is the point of falling in and out of love?

Still, your silence defies each drop of faith, I have stored inside. You have a ruthless soul; I’ll give you that. Now tell me; by what means can I possibly pull you out of a bottomless heart?
It is a curse you see; once you got in, you never got out…
I hope this qualifies as poetry..
Kawther Alkhabbaz June 27th 2016.
"It is times like these where the happiness takes over.
Where every beautiful word you have ever said about me coming rushing back into my memories.
This is the time where it seems like it is just us against world.
But then again, there are also times where I begin to question everything.
Whether this is all just in my head or if you feel it to.
The confusing mixture of emotions is starting to make me dizzy.
Please just tell me.
Are you worth it?"
-LM- Everything I Didn't Say #10
Maddy Van Buren Jun 2016
mvl
I miss that feeling
of when I had the power
to stir the ***
and change the tides
a single word could carry
so very far from me
and I could elect myself
most valuable liar
I love you
or at least I want to
don't give up on it
pick up your bags
you're not leaving
but now
I'm here,
in an empty, sad and little room
and I know there is not one
I can call
or with a click of a button
tell I want back
it's been far too long
I've distanced
I am distant
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