Homeless I have lived and diedHomeless by ~Blanzeflor
every day
I have been swallowed by blackness
unable to cry
I have been betrayed by friends
unable to speak
I have felt the hard fist of darkness
grip my heart
to the point of death
I have mourned what pases before me
my aging husband
Hanging his head
in sorrow
in shame
in lethargy
I have feared and ached the fate
of my daughter
and what she may lose
I have felt terror
That we may be lost in the streets
No one to rescue us
No one to remember us
I have lived and died
every day
| As most of you know, I have most of my poetry and photography in storage. (hundreds) I won't rehash the reasons. I haven't been listening to music very much nor writing very much poetry, but I have posted a couple of poems that came to me recently. |
Where The Heart Is : One Shot I grumbled to myself, casting my eyes skyward. It looked like rain. And I didn't have an umbrella with me. My apartment was only one block back, so I could easily jog home and get one. But I knew if I went home now, I'd end up not going out again and it would be another three damn months before I got around to this chore. Procrastination was not my friend. Procrastination was the reason my apartment looked like shit and I was all but fired from my job currently.Where The Heart Is : One Shot by =KillMePleaseGod
I sighed, looking down at the armload of clothes I was carrying. Procrastination was also why these damn clothes weren't in a garbage bag to make carrying them easier (or to allow me
Desperate dreamer Please forgive this dreamerDesperate dreamer by ~fishstyx
my lies won't last for long
I tried to push the issue
though I knew I was wrong
I realize I'm hopeless
and yet i cling to hope
mere threads prevent my spirit
from turning to the rope
So close, yet without contact
it's saturated anguish
as we near the climax
within my doubts I languish
So near to death yet living
the pendulum swings full circle
it's all within your hands now
please end this endless cycle
Will my heart be broken?
Or will you set it free?
Please forgive this dreamer
this dreamer who is me.,
Name NAMEName by ~Odeena
“It never ends, does it?”
I shrugged, “You might as well say it hasn't even started yet.”
42 arched an eyebrow. I could tell I'd gotten 39's attention, too, although she was still trying to pretend that none of our irrelevant chit-chat could intrude in her own little universe.
“The world. Our lives. Pretty much anything.” I gestured towards the horizon, where one could easily make out the flames and shrapnel of a battle taking place. “All we have is war. When that's over, there'll be another war. That's it.”
42 let out a small sound, something between a snort and a grumble. “You're not ma
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~BlackRose'59
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