by Greg Easley |
Categories:
hope, life,
postmodern means
of men, machines
faint vestiges
aimless to behold
that, Divina, we could leave tonight
we could leave tonight
to questions lost
in the meantime
your tongueful of answers
fall hollow and abhorred
tread no further
where further love
could be untrue
unknown to you
that, Divina, we could leave tonight
we could leave tonight
so here is to youth
here is to our own
sacred voice of will
tasting dissolution
in every given moment
we refuse to believe
that, Divina, we could leave tonight
we could leave tonight
would you want to?
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
dedication, depression, devotion, friendship, love, passion, sad, may,
My ache licks like a furnace, Silent Spark
For you have further prolonged my patience;
Building on the weak to perturb the dark,
To surrender selfish sense of silence;
Your silence, an incision to the heart,
Angers that which disappears out of sight,
That mocks life, to its desolate ill part;
Cowers me out, so far-sight may ignite.
Bright am I now, lost into void and woe,
A panic fire orb which hath poured;
My speech and my prudence still lacketh flow,
Blackened from all heat sorely abhorred
Oh, I do light thee well as I may try
For you I burn on, till the day I die
by Christy Teas |
Categories:
deep,
Love wasted on the years.
Expecting the return without fear.
To be abhorred was last seen.
Taking flight of life's schemes.
Igniting a fire that burns bones.
Nobody knows.
Going and staying no longer sees.
Gilead is now on bended knee.
Only mocked and scorned to be.
The placement of deep agony and woe.
Wanting what never was had.
Wondering day to day the long weary road.
A traveler, a stranger, a far away lad.
Hoping peach and white.
Please don't fear the dreadful night.
A New dawn is there.
By Christy Teas
by Billy Tunk |
Categories:
addiction, change, desire, heart, sexy, true love, women,
Press into me-
With all of your form swallowed whole as I press from my knees,
Shake me...
My sense of free-
Is pulled from the flesh: stretch the root to my chest as you run,
Through me...
To recombine,
Leave your mark and I'll promise to take all of these...
Senses you rise,
Into woe shared with others who can't be...
Deep as I've seen
Such a truth that your presence impressed into me
Speak not to me,
For your purpose is my secret, abhorred.
by Natasha Jordan |
Categories:
sad
Hi there,
Do you remember me?
I'm still the same,
My body,
Is hated by
The only one who should
Love what they have
All I see when I look
At my face
Are scars that will not
Wash away
I see a person who does
Not deserve to be a part of me
Tired eyes from troubled tears
Blackness that covers
What isn't me
A body so big
It strives attention
When all i want to do
Is hide away
Fade into the atmosphere
Your everything I hate in life
Everything I despise I see in myself
One day I want to see myself
And not be abhorred
By the illusion I see
In my distorted world
By the ugliness that sickens me
By you
Meaning me
by Dr Hitendra Mehta |
Categories:
love, nice, violence,
Violence
a negative word
a harming approach
a destructive action
damages assets and life
abhorred by society
creates fear mongering
disrupts harmony
sows seeds of revenge
But
it's interesting to know
Anagram of Violence word
gives two beautiful words
two positive words
two unifying words
two bonding words
and they are
LOVE+NICE
Let's practice
spirit in
Anagram of Violence
Lets baptise
word Violence
shun it's real
harming resonance
and live as per
purified anagram
LOVE+NICE
and drop acts, thoughts
constituting VIOLENCE
_______________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta
by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories:
angst, depression, loss,
10-21-12
You say I am kind to say those things
But somehow I knew no words could help
I am dying in this useless play of words
The way I make you stand tall
Is a lie
I just wanted you by my side
But you never knew me. . .never knew me
I have written down the things I long to do
To somehow get it through to you
We are strangers in our own terrain
I scorch in sun you freeze in rain
Take a look
The only thing left are the words
They never tell you who I am. . .who I am
So I wait here in the dark all alone
Knowing somehow that I will never be enough
I lack all that you are
And all that you love
I am so self-abhorred
I wish I was kind enough to believe I’m something more