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Forgiving Embrace

Forgiving Embrace

Watching the sunset 
And I began to feel empty, ...
tortured and drained and even a bit of envy. 
Tears well in my eyes 
And I can no longer control 
these emotions that have been put on hold. 
But as the hot water ran down my face
I feel the tenderness of your embrace. 
Strong and comforting and I realize 
that all this time you've been right here by my side.
Sickness and in health
through poor and through wealth
You stood by my side
And my heart begins to melt
Why have I forsaken you?
Why have I turned away?
Why when peer pressures came alone
I turned and ran away
I ran and ran until I got lost
into the devils arm
And away from the cross
He made me feel like a sin isn’t a sin…
And all that I once taught wrong
Was right from the beginning
For the first five minutes everything was great
I was on top of the world until minute eight
That’s when it started going south
I felt undistinguished, futile and could barley open my mouth
I cried and cried with a smile on my face
I hid these emotions from the ones I embrace
My mother, friends, sisters and brothers too
But as hard as I tried I couldn’t hide
Them from you
You saw my tears through the cracks in my foundation
And no judgment was brought to me at all
Instead you picked me back up
And held me in your arms
The one place where I truly belong
I bowed my head
And said a little prayer
For all the bad things
You wiped my tears dry
And that gleam was back in my eye
As you kept me under your wings

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Imperfect World

In my own little imperfect world, I am free.

I walk through the longest of fields.

I climb to the top of the highest of trees.

I watch the moon turn from red to white.

I feel the warmth of the sun on my face.

Even with all this beauty, all this peace,

I could never be complete,

Without you here with me, in this world.

My own little imperfect world,

Is only perfect if you're in it.

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I WHISPER YOUR NAME

Sat, 04/09/2016 - 15:11 -- Aerial

I whisper your name

But the wind carries it away

You're just a memory

Blowing free

Across the landscape

To light where you may

Or dare

Wherever you land

It just won't be fair

No matter where you go

 

I whisper your name

And like an echo it fades

Until it can't be heard anymore

Time heals wounds

And it opens them too

To bleed the pain away

I wanted you so much

I'm so glad you didn't stay

You can't hurt me now

I know the truth

You are not my lover

You were not my lover

You can't hide like you did

Your sins won't bother me

Faithful means nothing

Twisted hearts are your speciality

I'm so glad I'm free

Go on and leave me be

 

I whisper your name

Under crystal blue water

And just like the bubbles

My voice under water makes

You surface and pop

I've packed it in

I ain't doing it again

Not with you and maybe never

You smile at me and think you are clever

Talking out the side of your mouth

Don't you know I can see the Devil in you

I might be that stupid

But I ain't no fool

 

I whisper your name

That I've almost forgotten

I don't bother to wonder why

You aren't that important

In the scheme of things today

Crying would be a waste of water

You're no flower anyway

No honey for the buzzing bees

You're no breeze tickling the trees

You're many things

But none of these

 

I whisper your name

For the last time

 

02-04-1996

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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Gabu Curtis

9 years ago

I whisper her name
And i just hope its the last time.

this piece made me cry

Aerial

8 years ago

HeyGB-I read this long ago after you posted it...I meant to comment then...but... you lmow - "life" has that great big troublesome "IF" smack dab in the middle of it.  L "if" E - and my own life, which is now much lomger than even my own predicted "expiration date" has remained EVER THE COMPLICATION which true life often is.  With that I say to you.... I live and breathe this following personal quote....

 

 

"YOU'VE GOT TO GO THROUGH IT - TO GET THROUGH IT - TO BE THROUGH IT!"

 

i hope all is well now with the passing of the very short time that we have to experience the things that we must to make what time we have here, all that it can be... even at those times in life - when we sometimes just don't "get why, what, how."

 

It's all about that damned "IF" in the middle of life!  I'm glad you enjoyed enough to share.

Destination? Anywhere.

Wed, 10/15/2014 - 12:38 -- irene

Destination?

Anywhere.

Everywhere, if we could have our way.

 

Our strides fall into rhythm

And we pound out drumbeats

On the hot pavement.

Footsteps send ricocheting shockwaves:

Sometimes water, sometimes dust

Sometimes mud that coats us to the core.

It amplifies our shine.

We are unstoppable.

 

Words I’ve choked on for years

Flow effortlessly from my lips.

Dancing tonalities

Liven the frigid streets.

Our voices conduct each other

Until we’ve crafted a symphony of ideas

That explode out of us,

Filling the thin air.

 

Moon-sliver smiles wax to fullness—

Our laughter erupts.

The birds can’t help but chime in.

 

Each crossroads is a dare.

With glinting eyes, the future asks

Where we’re headed.

We glance at each other,

Uncertain, for a moment—

Then I fling my arms out

And whirl myself into the constellations

Until I’m jolted back to earth

Pointing wildly along our new course

And off we go.

 

Lost in our minds, we wander

Until the streets greet us with

The nod of a stranger.

We tip our hats to the trees

Never falling out of step.

 

Onward, onward, ever onward

We are locked in each other’s energies

Embracing the life seeping through

The cracks in the sidewalk.

We soak it in.

 

For each light that flickers out

We awaken.

 

Come with me, then—

Come twirl away the city lights.

Meet me under the moon tonight

And we’ll whisk each other

Into the stars.

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at work

Sat, 07/23/2016 - 11:26 -- Afouse

life time is working time spend no idle day do in discouragemrnt bare a chairful working with a willing heart singing songs of praise work ever work is life time glade to help the poor glad to help the needy work always be at work for when working you forget all your problems oh work ever work

This poem is about: 
Our world

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April 20th, 1991

That was a do-you-
remember-where-
you-were-when-
Elvis-died day.
Bold marchers stretched
thin as the casing
trail to cafeteria tables.
No one can hide
from silver-barreled
peekaboo and pipe
bombs in the gym
that may or may not
explode like these
two t-shirt teens
did. You and I
watched reality TV turned
reality, and my brother,
with tear-stained pop gun,
said, “Don’t worry, mom.
I’ll protect us.”
And we ache
to think the gun men
are boys
who fed toys with bullets
they gathered daily
instead of courage
like preschool fingers
on false hope rifles
tipped in red.

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the prayer

Location

for the mornings when you wish to hit snooze into the next life

for the days when you just can't quite get your lungs to inflate completely

for the moments you quietly drowned in the darkest depths of the ocean of your thoughts

for the afternoons when you opened your veins

for the nights when you lay screaming into your tear soaked pillow

know i will pray for you

and that might seem odd considering that my religious balance has always been off at best

i'm no joan of arc, no mohammed, no buddha

i don't even know if i believe in a god

but know that if i believe in anything, i believe in you

for you, i am endlessly hopeful and my fingers are ceaselessly intertwined, my hands in fists of prayer

that you will one day be enlightened of your worth

because you, my dear, are not a question

you are a statement bellowed off the rooftops of humanity

you are not a stain on a dirty motel mattress

you are a supernova, a rare occurrence that is one hundred percent beautiful and awe-inspired

and, for those moments when you think you destroy everything you lay eyes on,

know that everything you even graze with your fingertips turns to gold

and every word that comes out of your mouth is poetry

and no matter how hard i think, i can't find a single thing about you that isn't wonderful

because you are wonderful.

and for the moments you think you are any less than that

and for the instant you decide we would be better off without you

know that i pray to no yahweh, to no christ or allah

i pray to you,

stay with me for just a millennium longer

because i have never prayed so hard as i prayed

that day you took those pills

because your life is not inconsequential

no matter how hard the world pushes you away

or how badly you scrape your elbows and knees from the fall

you are more than a pinpoint on the world

a pixel on google maps

you are every drop in the sea and you are every explosion of a star in the galaxy

you are art in motion, cultivating inspiration with every dilation of your pupils

you are the ocean and you are the universe

stay in this silence and breathe

taking comfort in the demons that are released in each exhale

and be grateful that each inhale you take will always provide you with the perfect amount of air to keep you moving

in this moment, you are everything you need to be

and, darling, that's more than enough

 

 

 

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Beloved

The one thing I cannot live without is my beloved,

she is my soulmate-my other half of me.

There're are two sides to a coin,

the sun and moon,

fire and ice.

All I need is my love,

my soul flies for it like a pure white dove.

And as a force of pure nature,

it pulls toward her;

in want of her ;

and not falter. 

 

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Punisher

Tue, 03/19/2019 - 11:40 -- DezEve

When i was a little girl,

You used to be my hero.

Picked me up when i was hurt,

Rushed me to the hospital when i was broken.

But then time and time again,

When ever something went wrong,

You played the villain…

And my hero….

Was gone.

When mom wouldn’t take care of the problem that i made,

It was you who put the punishment in place.

I know she wasn’t the best, but she wasn’t like you.

You hurt me one time, two times, and three times more.

Years go by like seconds, and wounds never heal.

The one true fear i hold deep in my heart is that my hero….was never really there to save me but to put on a show.

You get mad so easily, and a lot of the time it’s because of me.

I know i’m not perfect but i’m still just a kid.

The age doesn’t define your life or your preparedness.

It defines how long you have pushed through the hardness that life has thrown at you.

I know its hard for you too, it’s been that way and getting worse since 2012.

It got worse when the family stopped meeting up, then worse turned to horrible when when they started passing away.

I know that a hero’s work is never done, cause after you fix one problem another one comes along.

I wonder if i play the villain in your story like how you play in mine.

You became the punisher.

I became scared.

I grew up afraid, but you never went away.

Sometimes that hero i loved when i was little shows up out of the blue, but once things turn bad...the punisher breaks through.

I still love you...even though im scared.

You’ve hurt me more than anyone i know, but i guess it’s my fault for not going with the show.

Im sorry , if i failed you.

But i don’t wanna be the sidekick to your heroic story.

Your not the hero i used to admire.

The punisher is controlling and spiteful.

Abusive and rude.

My house and life became my jail cell.

You shackled me to this mirage and made me too comfortable to leave.

You put ideas and thoughts into my head, tell me i am not myself but a horrible shadow, a dark empty shell instead.

You yell and scream, then comes the beating.

You say everything is my fault.

That i’m the one to blame..

Well if that’s true…. You should feel the same.

I loved you once...I’m not sure i still do.

I can’t even tell if i know the real you.

Your no longer the hero to my story..

Now i must save myself.

And stop your tyranny.

The punisher...will not be the death of me.

 

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