Help Poems
Window of a scarred heart
by Cash Olds
LOOK AND SEE. Start from within, being as truthful as you can possibly be. Look out from the scarred window pane of your very own heart. LOOK AND SEE; the pains of this world that have overtaken your trust, your innocence, none the less your ability to live. To live as you had as a child when the sun would glow and the sounds of this world were welcoming rather than deafening.
All of us! All of us that are unable to not be weighed down, and who are chained to our thoughts of wrong, a wrong being held upon us that has no clear sentencing, no clear solution, nor an outcome that could ever possibly draw any closer than unattainable. The baggage we feel we are responsible for on our very own that no other could quite possibly come to grips with.
How can we still hold the belief that happy, not just a momentary experience but as the very climate of an unwavering constant could exist, much less be close enough to strive torwards?
As I look out my window and once again take a necessary assessment of the world that surrounds me i find it is not the lost and misguided who hold no truth that oppress me, but it is their unknowing mis-guidance and the forces that bring about their deprivations that do so. finally, yet maybe most important a lack of unconditional love that bring such pain about it must be unloaded unto others a pain so full that it must literally spill out into the laps of others; often interpreted as hate and discord.
Whoever has the wisdom to see it as so, LISTEN! can we really exclude ourselves from that which we despise? Can we really talk about it as if we never willingly shut our own eyes in order to take part, no, not one of us can. Not one of us can boast of perfection.
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Lost
by tyler nicolosi
I am lost.
Lost in this vast sea of my thoughts
This vast sea i was once drawing in
It felt like no more, than a empty dark bin
People never understood
Understood the darkness i always withstood
The darkness that swallowed me
Swallowed me as if i was a fly
My family, they would always try
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Too much These Days
by Beatrice Knox
I know you’re out there
I know you’re listening
All is not well
Each thought going at my brain
Brawling until I can I longer think
Until I can no longer feel
Uselessness cuts my legs
Isolation feeds on my tears
Each breathe runs fast
Oxygen is escaping quickly
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A Lovely Guide (Ms. Punam Sharma)
by Priya Goel
Lovely as her sweet smile,
Taught me to aim till the longest mile.
She made me her subject love,
For this, a big thanks to her I owe.
So caring is her nature,
She helps all become mature.
Words seem less to express,
The way her teaching, does impress.
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Precious Whispers
by Precious Whispers
''It breaks my heart to
know that you aren't fine''
These whispers of you,
which I regarded as benign
Had pushed me through,
when I betook my soul
into drowning afar you,
deep in the ocean hole
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What a difference a day makes
by Mario Odekerken
What a difference a day makes,
twenty-four little hours,
the sky clears without warning,
and the silence becomes a song.
A hand not there yesterday
now lingers in yours.
The world shifts,
not with thunder,
but withbthe hush of becoming.
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Baobab
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Night’s lingering silhouette no longer
Shields my restless shadow, which clutches me
With gusto and haunting trauma.
My naked thorax seeks raffia clothing;
My ribs rebel against enchanting shivers from the spine of terror.
Adam’s greenish raiment I long for,
Among wet strings of strong bows fastened
To the groins of departed giants.
My feet, caked by frozen sand dunes,
Tramp gently and defiantly among wooded plains,
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The Addiction Nobody Sees
by Christen Kuikoua
It’s a warning.
If I perish, I perish
But I will not shut up.
Lust is not love.
Porn is not harmless.
Masturbation is not a phase.
I lived it
Not ‘cause I was raised wrong,
But because sin crept in through a simple ad at twelve.
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by Adriano Radaasdfjk
Continue readingLost
by tyler nicolosi
I am lost.
Lost in this vast sea of my thoughts
This vast sea i was once drawing in
It felt like no more, than a empty dark bin
People never understood
Understood the darkness i always withstood
The darkness that swallowed me
Swallowed me as if i was a fly
My family, they would always try
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