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Gizette Feb 2019
People say don't think with your heart.
Well I don't, I think with my brain.
I have learned to isolate and manipulate.
To feel everything and to feel completely nothing.
It didn't take long to realize I was stuck in a deep deep hole.
I can't allow myself to love, even if I wanted to.
There is a huge wall I cant tear down.
One guy... can ruin your whole future.
My love life is gone without a trace.
My screams cannot be heard.
I can feel myself being numb.
I can feel the emptiness in my heart.
But I am not necessarily upset.
I am glad I wont let another male figure hurt me.
Cheers to my demons.
Adios to my once innocent soul.
Take a deep breathe, and continue sipping on your chamomile tea.
Dark Jewel Feb 2019
Life...
Has it's troubles...
It's challenges.

It's testing,
Prodding...
To see who is worthy.
To see who is strong...

To bring them forth,
Into the light.
To make them believe.

Belief..
Is what we hunger for...
Belief...
Is what we want...

We want to believe in ourselves.
As one being...

Under the watchful sky,
We stride forth..
One foot after the other.

To start our journey to greatness....
ana laag Jan 2019
I miss you,
Every single day.
Longing for you,
Is like torturing me,
In every possible way.
But I promise,
To be strong,
To be faithful,
To adore you,
To love you,
In each day of my life.
The daylight is slowly fading.
Yet another day,
Lost in the waves.
I will wait for you,
Until you come home.
And drive these worries away.
ana laag Jan 2019
I sometimes fail.
I am faint.
I don't know where to fit in.
I don't know what I meant.

My feelings are unstoppable.
Mistakes that is inescapable.
Wounds I can't mend.
Is this the end?

Time passed by,
My feelings turned out fine.
I was able to hear thy heart.
And I was able to make a new start.

I realized I was wrong.
God is the one who's keeping me strong.
And in this life,
I am what I am.
My piece when I was in my senior year in high school.
Carelessly crossing this chasm
For finding fallacy in fear,
Enter with enthusiasm,
Through thoughts that are thanklessly there.

Bringing bravery to the bridge,
Tripping over trepidation,
Pacing o’er pious pilgrimage,
Away from alienation.

Approach with awed anticipation,
The bridge beyond being banal,
To the valued validation,
Across achieving all your all.

Taking up this terrible truth,
Understanding what is under,
Spanning the other side will soothe
Being burdened by your blunder.
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CM Lee Jan 2019
I’m 20 with a bachelor’s degree
My dad’s the proudest of me
My sisters are smiling from ear to ear
Finished first, but why wasn’t I happy?

I’m 21 and I passed the exam
It was ruthless, getting to where I am
I was alone in the water but I still swam
Got all the awards and accolades, but ****

I’m 22, no work, no dream
All those times I was rowing on the wrong stream
Forgot who I was and where I’ve been
Now I’m lost and they all think I’m mean

Friends and family said I’ve changed
They said I’d turned emptier and strange
But they don’t understand, I’m not deranged
For a long time, from myself I was just estranged

I’m 23 and still trying to find myself
Lost some people and honestly, I’m okay
Still no job but I know I’m on the right way
I’m finally doing what I love and I don’t care what they say
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

And now as I grow older,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.


© Pat A. Fleming
I chanced upon this poem, and made some amendments to it. Sometimes I wonder: Am I using my time wisely? Or am i just wasting my time away? What else can I do to make my life more meaningful?
School gets me really caught up, and my hobbies too, so these days I hardly spent time reading God's word. I feel guilty about that, about not being consistent, about not making a lot of effort to grow my faith in Him.
I'm overwhelmed, I'm stuck in a spot. I have come to find out that I really have a passion in music, in songwriting, singing, arranging, dancing, and people say I have the looks too. I go for lessons, courses, and even have my own mini recording studio (which is coming soon). Since this year I've been pondering about whether I should go to Korea and pursue my dreams, and i'm just about the age to go there, audition and be a trainee, but there's the pros and cons. The language is not the problem, but my family thinks my dreams are just because I'm hot-headed and they seem to not support me. So whenever anyone asks me what my ambition is, I'll say that i want to be a lawyer, prosecutor, doctor etc. When will i ever be able to reveal to everyone my real ambition and dream?... God please help me to trust in Your perfect plan for me, and that opportunities will come if it is truly Your will, because after all, I'm a 13 year old

¬ to those who bothered to read my distress, thank you :)
Murdered egos run sullied
Down your streets.
Dreams lost to misfortune,
Hoping to catch a beat.
There are no big breaks here,
Only small miracles.
Still,
America has taken my fortune.
I give and give
But never get to take myself.
You're my everything
Because you've taken everything.
Why am I still nothing to you?
The Land of Opportunity for the many who aren't you or me.
Ken Voltaire Oct 2018
I am unable to cry
All of my rivers have run dry
The infinite emptiness inside
Why can’t I cry

I dearly wish for that savory release
Falling as autumn leaves
Falling down upon my knees
How I beg for savory release

I cannot help but let my chin down
My arms hang so low my knuckles scrape the ground
An incalculable loss, never to be found
When things are looking up my chin stays down

I shall feel happiness nevermore
My vision remains clouded by closèd doors
Longing for the sweet youth of yore
I shan’t feel happiness anymore
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