Never Giving UpForced to walk on a thin sharp ropeNever Giving Up by Reham-Y
While eyes of the devil drill inside my skin
Searching for the angels that will lend me hope
Fly and reveal ur glorious wings
Rescue me from this dreadful stage
Guide me to be better than those so called kings
I'm but a moon in space chasing after the sun
While the devils throw their heavy rocks
I take the hit from each one
But it never slows me down
I whisper to my self a promise
I'll go through the battle and get my crown
Dear PsychopathI'm gonna write you a letterDear Psychopath by Reham-Y
Something that'll remain in your mind forever
I wonder if your heart shivered
From all the lies you delivered
Does this brain of yours even recognize empathy ?
Or are you a psychopath that finds joy in others agony ?
That's quite a show you performed
Broke in into people's lives and left it stormed
Stole the hearts of the innocent souls
Treated them as if they're just a bunch of tools
Don't be fooled if you thought you made your getaway
I wont lay a finger at you but in your head ill make sure youll pay
If only you did the right thing and confessed for your crime
I would have forgiven you and gave you my time
But that's too late now a liar is who you are
You think I'm crawling in darkness ?
Look up I'm a star
O' Child Not MineI hear your cries, o' child not mineO' Child Not Mine by tommyboywood
I sense your anguish and despair
your shattered heart whispers sad songs
your crushed spirit yearns for release
a world gone mad in a universe of madness
chilling tales told by old women
the rantings of useless and wayward men
what can be done to save a soul?
who will speak for the downtrodden?
who will listen to the desperate pleas?
I reach out to you, o' child not mine
your broken heart I shall mend
your silent pleas have touched me deeply
places concealed have been exposed
chaos reigns among the created ones
claims of godliness are circumspect
the trumpet blows, demands an accounting
who will teach the little ones?
who will take up the cause?
what will it take to move the hearts of men?
I am here for you, o' child not mine
with songs of love and tranquility
wings of protection are mine to give
freely I do give them to you
yes, freely I do give them to you
Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!) by tommyboywood
Gloomy days and shades of grey,
promises long forgotten.
Words of pain leave scars that stay,
choices were ill-begotten.
Rays of sun obscured by cloud,
I pray for a glint of light.
Stinging darts thrown by the proud,
add misery to my plight.
searching for truth
hunting for proof
praying for sun
praying for sun...
Clouds depart, a ray of hope,
softness instead of what's cruel.
Hope is renewed, helping me cope,
sun sparkling bright like a jewel.
Depression cuts like a knife,
carving up pieces of heart.
I need something more from life,
desperate to make a new start.
needing true love
like hand in glove
wanting to please
dreaming of more
windswept summer days that never end
flowers that bloom and never die
hallowed paths to tread lightly
happy smiles deep inside me
happy smiles deep inside
Black CloudThey say that when it rains it pours...Black Cloud by tommyboywood
Poeme du jour / Daily poemEt ton sourire fantômePoeme du jour / Daily poem by lombregrise
dans le lit froid de mes
And your ghostly smile
in the cold bed of my
Poeme du jour / Daily poemLa lune regarde envieusePoeme du jour / Daily poem by lombregrise
les fleurs mouillées
sur ta tombe
Envious, the moon looks
at the wet flowers on
. until i touch you .. jusqu'à ce que je te touche .. until i touch you . by Amanda-Graham
there is nothing to fear from me ...
once motion is made beyond my simple expositions ...
of who and what i am ...
that hurdle of acceptance
(so huge a leap to make) ...
larger than the one i take
that single step of trust
that long uneven path of us
en emplacement instables
en pointe traces
until a hand touches a hand.
"until I touch you" © Amanda 2014
Image: "Hungry Eyes" by :iconAngelikaZbojenska: © 2011
*blue ermin loop™ no to snowboards - but i will ink you upon my skin *
... Heather ...
Everything You Were Ever Told is a LieIf the key won’t turn, kick down the doorEverything You Were Ever Told is a Lie by Bark
If the sun won’t rise, tear down the sky
Until the ugly blank truth is revealed
There is no kindly wizard behind the curtain
Drumbeat bone sticks slice up the night
Cardboard grey behind it, just like the day
Expiration dates stamped on every forehead
Of all the zombies walking through the world
All I remember about Vietnam is the music
The same that plays in the MRI machine
So many helmeted heads breaking through
To the blankness of truth on the other side
Kick in those doors, tear down that sky
Reveal the behind-the-scenes nothingness
Put a tune in your pocket to take out with you
Grit your teeth, run; you missed the starting gun
EquilibriumIndignationEquilibrium by retr-o-bute
Forgiveness offers anonymity.
I will tame this
Spectrum of existence
I have come
That these artificial divides
Are an archaic,
Relic of apprehension
I refuse to live in.
Faith is the unity
Of heart and mind
That elevates the living from the alive.
Sore, tattered skin,
Torn, withered within,
Resentment is no longer my restraint.
Reborn with ambition,
Warm with animation,
Guilt will no longer be my love's blind.
Consumed all I could see
In my memories of you and I.
I struggled to understand
How I could love a soul
Yet clamour for natural consequences.
Affection and indignation
Are not to be divided,
As the sins from the sinner are.
I found the strength to love you,
And the strength to pardon myself
For your addictions.
Can you imagine a life
Beyond these bars that bind?
Can you find serenity
In this sobering, unfamiliar territory?
If you can, you aren't blind,
If you can't, I'll be your guide.
. y ."Winter is coming so fast ... cold ..." "umm hmm" I thrill in shelters of my memories. "Did you hear me?". y . by Amanda-Graham
© Amanda 2013
Images: "Untitled" by :iconmenervaTau: © 2013
"dreams" by :iconphotoport: © 2013
"I am of the leaves which tremble II" by :iconRapidHeartMovement: © 2013
"My Bitter Half" by :iconStarsColdNight: © 2013
"Motherland Chronicles #38 - Dark Side of the Moon" by :iconzemotion: © 2013
AloneThe simplest things, I can no longer decide for myself.Alone by GypsyMountainman
No longer am I whole.
I am tired, my spirit broken.
My fight is gone.
Nature beckons me to come,
deeper still, she whispers.
until her icy embrace holds me tight.
Come to me, she cries
I am broken, my spirit tired.
My fight lost.
The Dreams of ExistenceOnce there was an existence so small, smaller than the particles of dust in the infinite universe. She had a small existence but had a big basket full of dreams. She was happy and she had faith that someday surely those dreams of hers would be realized. Everyday she would get some dreams from her basket and watch those dreams become a reality. Then everyday she’d produce new dreams and she’d put it in the basket. The basket was like a good luck charm to her. It would often smile at her and encourage her. Seeing the basket made her feel that she wasn’t so small after all.The Dreams of Existence by moonlight-fox
Then one day a strong wind blew and it blew away the small existence’s basket of dreams. All the dreams within the basket disappeared and the basket was broken. The small existence could not believe it. She had invested so many dreams on that basket, the basket looked at her and it apologized as it slowly closed it eyes.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect your dreams”
an alleyway made for hatefresh paint echoes in my nosean alleyway made for hate by introverted-ghost
and i am running through a hallway,
as blue as it ever was,
where the sun filters through windows
set high above the reach of children;
the air is heavy with isolated summer heat
that sits sticky on my tongue,
my shirt clings to my sternum in patches.
i don’t want to be here in this
my heart slipping out of place within my shell,
but i am –
i am here
and the walls bleed terror in unison with my flesh.
i am not yet twelve
but these words will sing within my cells forever --
these subtle kicks beneath the table,
they will cling to my inner walls
and bleed out until i bleed dry in a bed i never made;
i will feel the slow trickle start in my teens,
and by my twenties it will have become a flood so heavy that
i'll be running from it until i die.
In Tension with a Knifeevery second icy cold,In Tension with a Knife by Emerald-Alexandria
another needle, another time
a broken heart, a sweating face,
The rush when your hand was in mine
The memories provide no solace
like the bible on my desk
No, He can't help me, no one can,
until I complete the bloody task
The richness, red and slick,
Coppery and black-rose dark
Like chewing foil between my teeth
I wait for the seconds to make their mark
Time is passing just too slowly
No one's calling me but the knife
I check my messages, no missed calls
Pain's my one companion in life
The Tooth Fairyshe arrives in a whispering, thundering darkness,The Tooth Fairy by Emerald-Alexandria
Silent steps on tips of toes
To grab from right beneathe your head
your yellowing and bleeding bones
Zombie of the pearlie-whites,
Burglar of your bloody smile,
Snatcher of your sweetest dreams,
Thief of all that is worthwile,
every tooth, One by one,
Ripped from your gawping jaws,
By Time's cruel fingers,long and slender
Into the Reaper's razor-sharp claws.
Her golden tiara is all you will see,
As she leaves you a-writhing in pain.
You'll scream, you'll shriek, oh how you'll plead!
But she will always be back again
Twinkling remnants of your childhood past,
Sold for pennies as the darkness floods
To this Demonic Reaper of the Night,
Cackling as she licks off the blood.
September, October, November, December CONTESTS!First off, I would like to apologize for this group being so quiet the last few months. I have been keeping busy with a new apartment, a new job, and a new school.
To make it up to you, I would like to introduce a string of contests starting on September 1st! I am very excited and hope you will be too:
SEPTEMBER: HOW SCHOOL SHAPED YOU
School is starting, and for many children, this is their worst nightmare. Bullies seem to lurk everywhere in school hallways, and their words can stick forever. But for many other children, school is a safe haven, allowing them some support from their home life. The point of September's contest is to write/draw/paint/anything about your own experiences in school, supportive or negative, and to really give some insight about how those years have shaped you into who you are today. In the description, write about it more in depth, and give your opinion on how school can better protect against bullying in the hallways, classroom, or the child's home.
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