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Soeka laborde Apr 2018
Eyes wide open
Searching for the light
Hands numb, shaking
Nothing in sight
Journey of a single step
Taken a thousand times
Along the same twisted route
Expecting changes by noon
Darkest before dawn they say
Darkness always come, casting shadows upon a crescent moon
Ripples dances over a pond of sorrow
Thoughts lingers on the future of tomorrow
Star BG Nov 2017
Sometimes words hit
like a hurricane,
spinning within
until they ground on writers page.

Other times they are gentle
like a Summers breeze
tickling my senses letting me
gracefully apply them to a poem.

Then there are the times  
when silly jargon makes me laugh
and a landscape is scribed
for others to laugh as well.

But best of are,
are the words
that come when I whisper
upon manuscript love
infused phases
with all its attributes.
Everything, is the same
But everything, is different.
Everything, is different.
But, not everything, is the same.

The pain, is the same
But the pain, is different.
The pain, is different.
But, the pain, is the same.

The words, are the same
But the actions, are different.
The words are different.
But the actions, are the same.

The situation, is the same
But the outcome, is different.
The outcome, is the same
But the situation, is different.

The day, is the same
The night, is different.
The night, is the same.
The day, is different.

Does anyone, really listen?
For your, cries of help!
When you are, feeling different?
But everything, seems the same.
Or, when you are, feeling the same.
But everything is different.

Unless you’ve had that/this
been through, this experience
it’s usually just the same.
Until things change for you,
and become different.

If it does, become the same
Or continue to change,
Your, way of life,
you live, and see,
Everything differently,
very different,
than you did before,
It slowly becomes,
a new same.

© By HF-Whisper
14/6/2021 17:19PM-Amended on 20/8/2021-12:53PM
Nichole777 Feb 2010
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Shown too much...hidden treasure revealed.
Truth brought forth a new prespective
all to real

How could u show me
that which would make me complete
just out of reach
I am met with defeat

My body aches
and the hate penetrates
closing the eternal gate

Lines have been drawn
between Passion and Pain
I've chosen to be numb
so I can sustain

Unworthy to have
I've settle for less
and now I miss my eternal bliss
bring back the kiss to my hungry lips

Breathe me to life
for my breath has ceased
the torture is unbareable
I'm drowning in grief

Blinded by sorrow
no faith in tomorrow
been robbed of today
not much left to say

Visions I seek of you
have made me anew
searching endlessly
for my destiny
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2010- NR  _Memoirs of Unspoken Desires_
Cynthia Clark Jun 2010
I don’t cry, I’m not going to shed one tear
Cause in my prespective it shows weakness and fear
I’m dead inside but it’s not showing through
You see the smile on my face but that’s just the wall paper
Peel it away and you’ll see I’m truly left blankly lost and confused

— The End —