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Pain

A sharp dagger with the strongest alloy and it's very sharp edge has impact me through my chest don't really feel bless but an awful mess. Less and less I think about me and become hopeless. Kill the will that fill with joy and happiness looking like is this happen feeling the energy it was fantastic. At last seem the meek and annihilate peace. Geez when will this sleep in kosher. I saw the knife come at me with the blade that said pain written on it. I was convinced that this is it I been dodging it for my whole life but fight lost and cost is my body and my soul. I feel cold the horror that trigger my heart that start and the blade that pierce my chest. I must confess I miss the things I can hold on for dear life and not fall for one second. I reckon I never check it like my life gave me more lesson. Yes I finish the sentence. I fallen to the pain from an unknown trace because I was trap and I couldn't rely on that place where snake can feast screaming please let me be. Got lost in my thoughts and got hit by a deep. Crazy how I just leap into air and have fear. Stare up in the air as I can see heaven's gates but I wasn't ready. Seriously was merry to see wonder the joy strike me like thunder and lighting. But as I fall back to my destination I land back hit on the ground and pain came with it and again is stuck in my chest the disaster all my heart was after I don't want it anymore but pain has a mind of its own and never leave alone. Lord free me from this evil cause pain is lethal.

THIS NEEDLE

 

With this needle in my vein,

I once escaped the hurt and pain.

But now none of it goes away,

It's no longer just a game I play.

My body & mind can't go without,

I'm addicted there is no doubt.

Seeing the truth was the easy part,

But recovery can't be bought at Wal-Mart.

It's the one thing I can't seem to get,

Making it seem like I don't give a shit.

Yet, that isn't it, no not at all,

Sobriety seems to be my brick wall.

I try and I try time and again,

But this battle I can't seem to win.


One shot at a time I've gone insane,

Hearing the whistle of my death train.

Day by day I slip further away,

Losing my grip try what I may.

Not able to ask or talk about,

Losing all hope of finding a way out.

Day and night watching my world fall apart,

Not knowing the end, lost from the start.

Wishing there was a way to forget,

All that I've done, all of this shit.

Every mistake each fix and call,

Each shot and every wasted 8-ball.

Dying inside as I wait for the end,

Wondering, will this needle be my only friend.


August 26, 2011


Miranda Jo Mitchell

 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

please post any comments you have for me thanls

 

Syrup

You talk a lot about drugs, men, and green.
You always tell yourself that you wanna be lean.
You look at yourself as a failure.
You find it hard to see your future
Your so young and I don't want to see you fail.
Your heart is to warm, not cold and frail.
You don't listen to me though, you don't listen to yourself.
You loathe in your thoughts all by your selfish self.
Sadly, you is me.
I will always a losing game. 
 
 

empty

He told me to pour my love into him, let him have some of the passion I have.. So I poured and I never stopped pouring for 2 years straight, yet at the end of those two years he proceeded to ask my why I am so empty. 

My mother told me to put my all into my school work. I didn't have time for myself for the fear of not making her happy. So I studied and studied and studied, yet at the end of that year she proceeded to ask my why I never have time for my family or my friends. 

My grandfather told me to have a family. I had my son, I love him more than life it's self. My grandfather proceeded to ask my why I made the choices I made, when little did he know that my son saved me. 

Society tells me to be pretty. So I put on makeup, fake eyelashes, eyeliner, highlight and contour, lipstick, anything to cover up what isn't good enough for them. Yet they proceed to call me fake. 

I told myself to be perfect. I done all the things I thought would make everyone think that I am "perfect". Yet I proceed to tell myself that I will never be good enough for anyone... Not even for myself.

Hold..

I held him, sometimes while he laughed and others while he cried, regardless I held him. 

I held the weight of him loving another woman on my shoulders, I never dropped it.

I hold him, no longer in my arms but in a place far more special, my heart. 

He holds her, sometimes while she laughs and others while she cries, regardless he holds her.. 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Feeling a little down tonight. Always nice to but my emotion into a poem. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Mine's, Your's, Our's

I saw them - the sky so bright at this night,

I saw you - enjoying your life where yourself resides,

I saw me - when everything is alright,

I'm seeing others - where the people gathers.


Festive runs, when everything's nouns,

Gathering is fun, when everyone's bounds,

Likewise oldies, from their teens,

Sleep-walking, nor chasing their dreams.


Throughout the time, we are getting blinded,

Throughout the prime, everything's side-tracked,

Loving, owning of what we could,

Before our inch turning cold.


Love people, whom loving so much,

For those who could,

Write people, whom writing this much,

For those who could,

Before our inch turning cold,

Before our inch turning to ashes,

Before our inch regarded as trashes,

Before our memoirs turning into silly jokes,

Before our efforts and voices turning into some rusted old bones.

 

p/s: Happy Chinese New Year

Always

Folder: 
Short

Always

 

Anytime you are in trouble,

 

losing a life once so happy,

 

whose time passes by with pain

 

and the world hurts deep inside

 

you will see me standing here

 

side by side with you forever

 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A short love poem

Sweet

How can you still doubt me?

What more can I do?

I rode a lightning bolt

Though a hurricane,

Just to be with you.

I defeated the biggest army.

The rich call out for my name

You're candy for my eyes.

Perfume for my nose.

Suger for my lips.

You'll come with me !

 How wonderful.

Life is surely bliss.

American Beauty

My melancholy love is slowly dying.

He tells me he loves life.

Deep down, he is lying.

He tells me he will make things right.

However, sadly he is not trying.

 

My melancholy love is crying.

He tells me he is all right.

Deep down, his aching heart is sighing.

He says he can take on any fight.

However, sadly, his tears are not drying.

 

My melancholy love is hurting.

He tells me not to worry.

Deep down, his mind is spurting.

He says he will never stop flirting.

However, sadly, his life runs out in a hurry.

 

My melancholy love is dressed in black.

His body is cold as a frozen hatch.

Deep down, I did not want him to rest.

 He would say his life
was a wreck.

However, sadly, life was not his best catch.

 

My melancholy love will always be loved.

He would tell me he was not mad.

Deep down, I had no idea he was sad.

My melancholy love, thank you for all you have given to me.

 

You are the American Beauty.