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Ann Marie Peña Feb 2018
And then she said,
"mirror mirror on the wall,
why can't everyone else look at me
the same way i see myself in you''.
George Krokos Feb 2018
It's each person to themselves that has been a cause of much pain
because they're mostly interested in what with they only can gain.
They don't really give a **** about how anyone else might be going
but continue on for their own sakes regardless of what life is showing.
_________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Asominate Jan 2018
Claw marks from my nails on my belly, oh!
I try, but physical pain cannot seem to hurt me, no!
Only my words can do me any damage so,
Why my neurons must act s slow,
Why must they be so...

Mean?

They make me cry,
Bash my head on a wall, hurt myself and scream
Not from the pain, but because of the pain that I wouldn't feel
Wondering if this thing called ' pain' is real,
But It's just me!

****** papillaes on the tips of my canines, oh!
Bite salt and sugar, though my teeth are sensitive like woah!
Even when i stopped lying and let some other persons know
Many didn't accept me, but they would treat me so...

Mean!

Am I unwanted because of the pain that I wouldn't feel?
I wouldn't feel physical pain pain but words can still damage me.

Little cuts can get infectiona, turn into wounds
That never heal...
Asominate Jan 2018
Your acid gnaws at my wounds
My wounds bloom for the world to see
Your acid's slowly killing me.

Your venom flows in my veins
It cause me so much hurt and pain
Forever, shall it poison me?
Your vemon's slowly killing me
Asominate Jan 2018
I pour my insides out
It's time to fix me now,
Come step inside my great attraction.
It made them all go wow,
Now they just tear it down.

Nothing is ever,
I won't last forever,
Can't keep it together,
Forever,
No!

In this box,
It's got one million locks,
It's ten-dimensional, not alternative,
Not industrial rock.
I have tried,
But I can't wind down this clock.

Can somebody tell them the secret to living,
Before our heart beats stop.

I never wanted two producers,
Don't mind one, but something about the other.

I'm to myself,
Though life doesn't feel real,

I see their feelings faking,
And all the things their making,
I see me shaking with all of their taking,
How does it feel?

I'm bring ***** back,
Going off on a full attack,
Stepping outside of the cage that they built me,
Everybody get back,
There's nothing in the way,
I'm working to fix that,

However,

Nothing is ever,
It won't last forever,
Can't keep it together,
Forever,
No!

Scream and shout,
They try to figure what it's about,
I try so hard just to find my way
While keeping the toxins out.

No need to hold our breaths
Nothing's gonna stop me now.
I know I am crazy,
My senses get hazy
Yet it's THEY who can't see, somehow.

I can see a thousand lies
When I look in their eyes
I'm running out of time!

But you still hold me down,
You are afraid of me!
You think I'm here to take,
Be the person you be.

But I'm not here to destroy,
I'm not here to play games,
Just here to send my message,
Just here to make my name.

But you are in the way,
You 'leaders' own it all.
How can I find my way
When you're still standing tall?
Your monopoly is strong,
So what can I do to make you fall?

Nothing is ever,
I won't last forever,
Can't keep it together,
Forever,

No!
imperfectwords Jan 2018
"cant you just **** it up?"
my father asks me.
"maybe you need to be tougher,"
my therapist tells me.
"why do you let it all get to you?"
my best friend questions me.
"just let it roll off your back,"
my mother instructs me.
"what is wrong with you?"
my mind wonders.

we live in a world where we are trained
to be defensive around others,
not kind.
maybe instead of preparing for the cruelty of the world,
we can put down our weapons and
try to change the perspective
by turning the angry words into
hands to shake.
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"Wondrous"


What a wondrous diversity are we.
Breath, blood, bone, together thrown with various
Volumes of flesh, is but a part. The winds
And others, also shape the soul. Our unique
Inner orb of self, is formed.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"The River"

The river flows on
The current is strong
I go through the rapids and eddies
Always moving forward

I have tried swimming upstream
Frustrated and exhausted
I gave up
And the river carried me on

I swim very badly alone
I must have the help of the others
The others in the river with me
I thought this made me weak
I tried for a long time to swim alone
It was very hard and frightening
Sometimes I almost drowned
I had to ask for help
Or die
The ones close to me kept me afloat
Even though I did not like them much
They scared me
They scared me almost as much as drowning
Almost
I asked them where the land was
The land where I could stop
And rest
They said there was only the river
This frightened me also
No place to rest
Ever
Always the river
Always the rapids and eddies
Always moving forward
I knew I could not do it
They told me they could not do it either
That when they were tired
Or frightened
They asked the others to hold them
To keep them afloat
So they could rest
I had never tried this
I thought they would just let me drown
I thought I must learn to swim alone
I was wrong
The others have told me a story
About another river
A river we go to after we die
They say it is very beautiful
Calm and peaceful
With a very strong person
Who holds up everyone who gets tired
I like to think about it sometimes
It makes me happy
Yet I hope
That we can still help each other
When we want to
For that is a very wonderful thing
There are many people in the river
Some are very selfish
And laugh when I ask for help
They are very good swimmers
Very strong and determined
But the river is very strong too
And there is no land to rest on
Ever
And sooner or later
They too must ask for help
Or die
I hope they ask for help
For the river is very beautiful
But I never saw this before
I was always to tired
Trying to swim alone
There are many others in the river
Many are like me
We are very weak swimmers
And we sometimes forget things
So we get together often
To help each other stay afloat
To help each other rest
And to help each other
Remember things
And it is very nice
Sometimes
Even with much help
Someone drowns
But this is the way of the river
It hurts
For we will miss them
But many of us believe the story
About the other river
With the person who is very strong
And helps us all to rest
So
The river flows on
The current is strong
We go through the rapids and eddies
Always moving forward
And we help each other to rest
And may it always be so.
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
Almighty God, Protector and Giver of Life,
I come to you this night for I have lost the light
and stepped into the valley of darkness.
Forgive me, for I failed you, breaking a
promise that I so wanted to keep.
I ask you to absolve me of my sins,
and of these demons of anxiety, inadequacies, and failure.
For as your Child,  I am the temple of your warm light.
Allow me to repent so I may spread
the beauty of your glory to others.
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