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My Black Hole

Not worth my tears,

Not worth my blood,

Yet, I still cry,

Yes, I still cut.

 

I feel so alone,

Just me, myself and I,

I always thought that was ok,

Turns out to have been a lie.

 

I know what I wanted to happen,

On this family holiday,

To spend some time alone with you,

Your face and actions scream stay away.

 

We should have had that talk,

Before we boarded the plane,

You didn’t want to do that though,

Didn’t notice I was in pain.

 

I know that I caused what you did,

You put up with me for long enough,

But you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to me,

Cheating? That was just rough.

 

I have never liked lies in any form,

The truth hurts but in a different way,

Now I question every single thing,

What you do and what you say.

 

Sitting in the back of this car,

Crying very quietly,

Our daughter and your mum on my left,

You driving and your dad in front of me.

 

Our boys are with your uncle,

Your brother’s driving them in the other car,

I am here all by myself,

Stupidly I didn’t think about it being so far.

 

I know its a few thousand miles,

Only for a couple of weeks,

It was way too soon to attempt this,

I’m praying my tears leave no streaks.

 

So what happens when we get home?

You’ve got her and I’ve got the kids,

You will continue to lie and to hurt me,

Truly, you are a shit.

 

I know you have a lot on your plate,

Losing your job and maybe your home,

I’m the last person you want to think about,

You think I just bitch and moan.

 

Even after all you have done,

I miss you more and more,

I know that you don’t want me,

My being the mother of your kids must be such a bore.

 

There is another man,

An interested party,

He sounds quite safe and better still,

He thinks he could like me.

 

For all my dislike of lies,

I haven’t been entirely honest,

I neglected to mention my disability,

My depression? That’s just a bonus.

 

I will come clean before we meet,

Of that I have no doubt,

To meet before I drop that bombshell,

Would be uncomfortable should he wish to back out.

 

I ‘met’ him on a dating site,

We exchanged numbers and started to text,

It seems we have a lot in common,

On paper, he could be perfect.

 

I thought I was ready to meet,

Someone new, to try to love again,

Unfortunately, I’m still head over heels,

With the man who chose to walk away?

 

Is it just me being stupid?

He picked her more than once,

He truly doesn’t want me,

I have to stop being such a dunce.

 

I have to toughen up now,

It’s been two years that I’ve been alone,

I really didn’t think I would manage,

I don’t usually cope well on my own.

 

This has to be the end now,

Life is too damned short,

He’d still be cheating on me now,

If only he hadn’t been caught.

 

He comes out smelling of roses,

Like washing powder, whiter than white.

Well if that’s how it is going to be,

Then I’ll have to be alright.

 

Alright is exactly what I will be,

I have to be and that’s that,

I’m a dog person anyway,

Not going to be the lady with more than one cat!!

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Rampart

In this place of desolation a lonely rampart stands forged between a mountain and a machine, my heart is the castle and my mind is the sea, I am no captain, I sail no ships, I am no king, I command no armies, though the throne that stands before me bears my name, if I sit I shall crumble, a phrase etched into the glass of the cathedral, I am.

A sea of infinite wisdom floods the halls of my stronghold, corridors fill with memories and a crown begins to mold, I am no king, I do not dare to pick up the crown for when it rests upon the head, the shoulders decay and soul dies instead, etched in the walls of the keep, I am.

The courtyard breathes of the scent of putrid waste left behind by the scars of tomorrow, a fissure in time allowing flow between the here-and-now and what follows, I am no captain, I cannot set a course of action, a lighthouse in the dark beckons me out of the weather, the storms of my past keep me tethered, carved into the waves, I am.

If I am no king and I am no captain, then what am I? A wanderer in darkness is holding a lamp to light the way, a silent watcher feeling more alone everyday, but in the sea of demons, and the castle of hate, I stand proud of a phrase etched in the walls, and carved in the waves, “I am”.

We never walk this road alone, and for those who wish they could just go home, a castle awaits in a sea of desolation, like a lonely wall forged between the mind and the heart, I am an oasis in the desert so barren, I am rampart.

– Matthew B.

A Hurt Heart

Bills bills bills…
that I cannot pay.
I have no car,
and my heart hurts all day.
a heartache so strong.
a love long gone…
my tears stream like rain-
and my heart hurts all day.
my dear best friend-
my dear lost love.
“HE HAS FORSAKEN ME!”
as I cry to the above.
Bills bills bills…
that I cannot pay.
I have no car,
and my heart hurts all day.
AJW
8.5.15

Poems by Pooja Lokhande

FORGOTTEN

Deeds done wrong, smiles unfaltered,
Lies buried deep inside her soul,
She walks an undecided path,
She drags herself out alone.

Memories; so fresh, so new,
She smells their richness in the air,
Oh yes her heart was always true,
Yet she finds herself in despair.

Dropped, shaken, hurt, abused,
She looks at her own reflection,
Thinks of things she was accused
Of, and surrenders herself to their misconceptions.

Liars they are, the people around,
Huge lies they spin each day,
She tries to find her way out,
But she’s stuck inside, to her dismay.

She cries for the part of her soul she lost,
She cries for all her goals, unbeaten,
She cries for their promises, false,
She cries as she lay forgotten.

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WIPED ME OUT.

Push me more, what’s the point,
I’m already gone you see,
Just a shadow, a form of clouds,
There’s nothing more I can be.
Hurt me more, what’s the point,
You can’t hurt the dead you see,
It’s just another scratch, another wound,
It’s nothing new to me.
Drop your voice, I won’t fight back,
I’m already too tired, too weak,
I’m laying still, just make your choice,
I’ve already ceased to exist.
You stole my will, my desire to live,
You destroyed my absolute being,
No more to think, no one to be,
You destroyed what I could be.
Push me more, what’s the point,
I’m already gone you see,
Just YOUR shadow, the form YOU want,
You have crushed the real me.

The Scorned One

night turns to gray,day turns to ash.
The beast prowls among this empty place.
No man shall come here less he be consumed by the monsters claws.
The darkness calls my name, and the well shall be my resting place.
Such a cold place it shall be, where hearts rot and eyes lose their shine.
Such a horrible fate for a man such as me,but yet  what worries lies therein after?
Society is a prison, empty men with empty hearts.
Woe is them,if only they but knew… such an empty place..
A sign with no sense of direction, ahead where the confused lie.
Eyes view the one who thinks differently as insane, oh how it hurts.
Minds filled with Venom, from the fangs of so called truth.
The glamour and glitz for how long will it please a man,for the sky will crack and show the infection it hid.
What do you consider normal?
For every man has a reality tunnel, but the wolves come out to play.
Quick to judge, but lack of similarity.
Does the judger see through the eyes of the condemned?
Oh, how unfair it is.
The scorned one walks all alone, with no place to call home.
The voices of the alike scorn him and tells him there is a place for him.
Woe is him Woe is him, in the pit of the abyss where others such as him will go.
But comfortable to see men to see men such as him.
The scorned one views love as evil, because the bucket is easy to spill.
Such a over used word, in a heartless world.
But yet, within him he cries for love.
The ghost of the “before” haunts him reminding him of the scars that appeared within him.
The dragon holds dominion upon the sheep, oh will when they wake up?
The whips of ignorance slice across the scorned one, and the bullets of the hateful writhe his inner reality.
He views himself as crazy upon the wolfs, but his hope holds a rope for him.
Watch Rome the second crumble upon its errors, will the truth touch them then?
Oh how awful it is to see the sun turn black and the beast reign among the dead.
Where naked woman dance, and bitter men cheat.
Let it be, that it will not change me.
Skulls reign among the machine,and the Octopus prospers.
For it gains the riches, and steals from the low.
The buildings of conformity, prey among the young to mold them into a mindless drone.
May they call me insane and lock me in the place of the well, but my eyes see the truth.
Who am I you ask?
Well im The Scorned One.

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The poem is filled with symbols and meanings within it. I’m not gonna give the “full” interpretation of what everything means, only because I leave the reader to interpret it. What the basic summary of this poem is about society in general. Since I have different ideas and beliefs about society, that makes me feel all alone. – Eddie