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A Tear

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2018

Beyond the looks of life,

One sees a group. 

 

The group laughs,

The group smiles, 

The group treasures,

But not a single tear falls. 

 

Near and far,

We see a boy,

A boy of happiness,

But not of sadness. 

A boy of wanting,

But cannot have. 

A boy of love,

But cannot hate. 

 

A boy of wondering,

But a boy of thoughts. 

He sees the group of love,

But cannot have. 

He wants to join, 

But cannot get

 

He wonders of their thoughts,

But gets denied. 

He shadows them,

But is pushed away. 

 

They laugh,

They gossip, 

They throw paper,

But not one helps. 

 

The boy just sits there,

As he wonders,

The boy tears, 

The boy walks away. 

 

No love,

No family,

No friends. 

 

He disappears,

Into the mist,

No one follows,

No one wonders, 

No one believes,

No one helps. 

 

He tears a drop,

One by one. 

Until the last tear disappears. 

And he walks to a new chapter. 

Where he shall find new love of joy,

A new tear of love,

A new tear of happiness,

A new tear of adventure,

A new tear of family,

 

And a new tear of friends. 


9/9/2018

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THE SADDEST HOME OF ALL

What is it about an abandoned house…

neglected…empty…just sitting there?

What is it about its vulnerability that makes us stop and stare?

 

Perhaps what makes us pause a while…as across this land we roam

is that we realize it’s not just an abandoned house…

it is an abandoned home.

 

It’s sad to think this crumbling house has lost its soul…its heart.

And sad to think this one-time home has been left to fall apart

 

When we see it isolated…lonely…deserted…

it allows our imagination to flow

Since there’s no-one there to tell its story…

there’s so much we’ll never know

 

But we know there was a story here…

one we cannot disregard…

What happened to the family who lived inside it?

Did children play in its front yard?

 

Did joy and happiness fill its walls?
Was their laughter…love…and glee?
Did it see its share of pain and suffering?

Did it witness tragedy?

 

I imagine some homes with people in them 

can be crazy, insane or mad…

can be happy, joyful, supportive 

can be sorrowful or sad.

 

But as I stand here staring at this old house

with it’s falling roof and decaying walls

I have to wonder if an abandoned house

 

isn’t the saddest home of all.


What is it about an abandoned house…

neglected…empty…just sitting there?

What is it about its vulnerability that makes us stop and stare?

 

Perhaps what makes us pause a while…as across this land we roam

is that we realize it’s not just an abandoned house…

it is an abandoned home.

 

It’s sad to think this crumbling house has lost its soul…its heart.

And sad to think this one-time home has been left to fall apart

 

When we see it isolated…lonely…deserted…

it allows our imagination to flow

Since there’s no-one there to tell its story…

there’s so much we’ll never know

 

But we know there was a story here…

one we cannot disregard…

What happened to the family who lived inside it?

Did children play in its front yard?

 

Did joy and happiness fill its walls?
Was their laughter…love…and glee?
Did it see its share of pain and suffering?

Did it witness tragedy?

 

I imagine some homes with people in them 

can be crazy, insane or mad…

can be happy, joyful, supportive 

can be sorrowful or sad.

 

But as I stand here staring at this old house

with it’s falling roof and decaying walls

I have to wonder if an abandoned house

isn’t the saddest home of all.

What is it about an abandoned house…

neglected…empty…just sitting there?

What is it about its vulnerability that makes us stop and stare?

 

Perhaps what makes us pause a while…as across this land we roam

is that we realize it’s not just an abandoned house…

it is an abandoned home.

 

It’s sad to think this crumbling house has lost its soul…its heart.

And sad to think this one-time home has been left to fall apart

 

When we see it isolated…lonely…deserted…

it allows our imagination to flow

Since there’s no-one there to tell its story…

there’s so much we’ll never know

 

But we know there was a story here…

one we cannot disregard…

What happened to the family who lived inside it?

Did children play in its front yard?

 

Did joy and happiness fill its walls?
Was their laughter…love…and glee?
Did it see its share of pain and suffering?

Did it witness tragedy?

 

I imagine some homes with people in them 

can be crazy, insane or mad…

can be happy, joyful, supportive 

can be sorrowful or sad.

 

But as I stand here staring at this old house

with it’s falling roof and decaying walls

I have to wonder if an abandoned house

isn’t the saddest home of all.


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Law of Polarity

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All and nothing


As happy as happy gets,

sadness sits quiet yet,

waiting

waiting in the wings,

tighter

tighter till it springs,

SNAP-SWAP fickle stings,

History espied in rings,

slowly

slowly happy stacks,

everything

sadness lacks.

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Depression

The sadness overwhelms me,

Enough to make me want to die.

But this is normal for me,

As I lay there and cry.

 

My life is thin,

Where will I go?

Does anyone even want me here?

I don't know, I'm just feeling so low.

 

Alcohol,

I'm drinking bottled love.

"I can't do this anymore",

As I tell God from above.

 

Drugs,

Feeling like it's okay,

I'm so sorry for doing this,

Even as you tell me to stay.

 

I cover my face as I cry,

Trying to shelter myself,

Because you said "Goodbye".

 

600 flowers above my head,

As I lay there simply feeling so dead.

 

Crying my face off again and again.

Silent sound of loneliness,

As I listen to "them".

 

I sing myself a song,

In an empty room,

Feeling so lost,

Is this what it cost?

 

Feeling regret everyday,

I don't have a home,

Truly no where to stay.

 

Broken world of mine.

This is reality.

 

Hand on the gun,

The voices said "Hurry up, it's fun"

I said "I'm sorry."

As I sip on stolen rum.

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I made this poem for my depressed bestfriend.

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3:48AM

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Negative

At night

When the country is covered in darkness

When everyone is asleep

When everyone is dreaming of their utopia

When I am screaming for help

When I cannot breathe

When I cannot live

When I am alone

No one can help me at this time

No one can save me from my thoughts

No one can release me from the sadness that occupies my heart, or controls my head

I do not deserve their help

But God, I wish I did

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written on 09/04/2016

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Try Again

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My Ex-Jellybean

All your dirty water is sinking my boat.
I'm honestly surprised I'm still afloat.
This is complete nonsense. I don't
Want to be the guy who you know
Wants to be more than a friend,
But you treat him like a boyfriend
And say he's your best friend.
I just want all of it to end.
You make me feel like a fool,
Nothing to you but a common tool.
You used to be my queen, you ruled 
Over my heart. You were the wool
That kept the sheep warm. I
Was the sheep. Now I despise
What we've become. I've cried
Over you, I seriously might die
Over you. You were everything
To me. You ended my misery,
And even through our fighting
I still want you. You were my Tree
Of Life, and I made sure you stayed
Alive. I watered you, I paid 
Attention to make sure I made 
You happy. I'd have laid 
Out my final coat
That I'll ever own 
To make sure you won't
Walk in a puddle. I don't 
Believe that we're meant for 
This. I wanted more
For us. You shut that door,
I wanted to explore
The bad and assess
The damage. I obsessed 
Over it. I'll confess
That you're not my princess
Anymore, but I'll never
Get over it. Forever 
I'll have your memory. Sever 
Our ties? I'll keep the thoughts hidden clever.
You'll never steal
What I thought was real,
Even though you broke the steel
That bonded us, I still feel 
Like there's a little bit of hope.
I honestly can't cope
With the fact we can't elope
Together. Let's start with a new rope
And begin tying together another chance,
I know you hate these rants
But it's all I have to keep my pants
From slipping away. I was France, 
And you were the ruler. Not really,
I was just a fool.

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I just want help making this better. 

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Betrayal...

Betrayal is hard pill to swallow.. It's when someone lets their true colors show..

Didn't think that you had to aim for the low blows.. But let me tell you something I do know..

Karma.. Karma is going to bite you where you least expect it.. You can't hide from it.. nor can 

you ignore it. Guess who is not going to be there when you fall this time?.. not me not in this 

time. It's your life not mine.. Dont get mine intertwinded with your mind.. If you truely cared 

about me you wouldn't have done what you did to me... I was there through everything.. Did 

that not count for something or was I just nothing?.. It's okay though because as soon as 

Karma has you in it's grasp you'll be crawling back to me and think that is that.. But you know 

what? never again.. I've given you too many chances to get better.. but as far as I'm 

concerned you are just like her.. you are no better. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Venting.. enjoy it! :)

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A Daughter's Love

Every tear you'd cry

I'd wish I wasn't the reason why,

You sat alone at night

After every little fight.

I can't remember when I was little

All those memories have dwindled.,

Maybe you were happy then

Unlike now when you try to pretend.

You hold on so tightly

Although you die inside nightly,

Maybe they can't see

Or maybe it's just me.

A strength so strong,

Always trying to right the wrong,

Even though what you do

Can sometimes backfire on you.

The heart of an angel,

One made of gold,

Capturing so many souls

That you forever hold.

A broken soul

Just like the rest,

But out of us all

You are the best.

Trying so hard

To hold us all together,

Even though it doesn't work

I'll love you forever.

My mother,

Who carried me through the yers,

Holding me up,

Chasing away the nightmares.

When I was little

And I'd cry at night,

You were always there

To hold me so tight.

Every promise that never came true,

Despite everything

I could always count on you

To pull me through.

My angel,

Sent to me from above,

There's nothing that couldn't be fixed

With one of your hugs.

Even though we fight

I'm proud to call you mine,

My mother and world

Until the end of time.

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