Sorrow

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…never overtaken with goodness,

It’s only so with sadness

Consuming thoughts and emotional mulch,

A dismal sort of madness.

My movements slow and purposeful,

No joy to hurry pace

And even lifting eyes from ground

The effort shows in face.

This pool of sadness, deep in mind

Why do I tarry there?

I know the path that leads away

From tears besodden lair.

Why must I fight within myself

To keep from feeling low

Trying to shield my happy thoughts

From sorrow’s heavy blow.

I find a brighter path to walk

Away from woeful pit

Yet tricky maps within my…

By James Geehring


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My Sickness

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From the soul of a Simple Sue.

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…so sick of being sorry,

sick of always being wrong,

sick of never being good enough.

Just sick and tired of it all!

I'm sick of words misunderstood,

sick of words that go unheard,

sick of explaining what you won't understand.

Sick and tired of this silent stand.

I'm so sick of tears burning my eyes,

sick of feeling this ache inside,

sick of hoping that someday I'll be fine.

Sick and tired of wasted time.

I'm sick of trying,

sick of defeat,

I'm sick of the pain.

Sick and tired with nothing to…


By Simple Sue

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Shadows

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…I seek refuge in the calm of your shadow, the delicate darkness where the air smells like home,

the dark waters I dive into in the absence of your light brings me to creatures of the night, and some at times tempt me into going to the void beyond darkness itself,

maybe its the dark umbra playing tricks on my mind, or maybe it's me finally seeing the truth beyond the light,

but this familiarity I feel inside the shadows, I simply cannot deny,

now I know I am trapped within the dark,

and there are shards of glass scattered…


By Shakar Roka

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Rantings of a Madman in Love

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My experiences living with a man suffering from drug induced psychosis

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I love you

Don’t leave

I promise I’ll change

I’m sorry

You bitch

No one will ever love you

Everyone thinks you’re a whore

Don’t go

I didn’t mean it

I can’t live without you

I’ll blow my brains out

You’re my soulmate

Why are you doing this to me?

How could you be so heartless

I need you

Stupid bitch

I’ll burn…

By Tracey Koehler


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Cry Mercy

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…uninvited comes, cry mercy

It’s too personal to share, unworthy

A curtain drops, then comes darkness

Any light that gets through brings harshness

An act to play must hide away

Let no one know you feel this way

The push the pull only makes it worse

Those who care most try hardest to coerce

Makes you want to scream, cry mercy

From the depths you just don’t care

Alone is comfort an answer to prayer

Until it isn’t, your skin to crawl

Repetition is all you know

It’s like a drug, addiction to grow

Up then down, rare the days…


By John Reise

From: United States

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What Love Is To Me

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Love has many meanings, and everyone describes it differently, but in this poem, Lewis Wamwanda describes what love is, according to him.

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…fact that we don't talk daily

And even rarely meet

Or laugh all night long

Does not mean I don't love

The fact that we don't go out

And prefer to cook at home

Wash utensils, and do the cleaning

Means Love to me

The fact that we have busy schedules

From dawn to dawn, dusk to dusk

And pause a second to say hi

Or a moment to say goodnight

Means love to me

The fact that you cry when I cry

And travel miles to be a comfort

And travel miles to give a hug

And tears to …


By Lewis Wamwanda

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Small Gifts

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…barometer is dropping, skies are filled with scudding clouds

Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds

Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight

And whip the water into waves with faces dark as slate.

The smell of dampened pavement, on the breeze, precedes the rain

Then one by one cloud’s droplets fall on dry earth as a stain.

Sheets of water follow, sharp lines are less defined

Gutters overflowing, their grates with twigs entwined.

Playing, splashing children, soaked to skin, they are not shy

Their parents with umbrellas, shoulders hunched, to keep…

By James Geehring

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