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Slither

A fictitious face.

A muscle ache,

with each smile.

Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.

 

It slowly slithers into life.

That evil little devil!

Consuming the soul with one huge bite. Taking us to unknown levels.

 

Hidden stomach knots.

So twisted I can be…so I’ve learned.

Oh, How I once was….so hot I burned.

Oh, how the tables turn.

 

How I envy thee.

Mother, Father, Sisters and Brothers.

Being his She,

Showing the world how your lovers.

 

A numbing venom for the love of “life”. Making it harder to fight it.

A funny thing, that life.

Some can’t handle it

And prefer to bite it.

 

It’s grip constricting and choking,

Consuming the soul more so than body.

I will keep it from showing,

Escaping to my world of being naughty.

 

Oh how I imagine a life that’s not mine.

Hoping one day it will manifest.

Telling everyone I’m just fine.

I “really” do love the sunshine!

Acting normal just like the rest.

How are you? I’m just fine!

At my best.

 

A fictitious face.

A muscle ache, with each smile.

Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.

 

-Lisa at California

 

Just wrote about how I tend to hide the extreme sadness that loneliness brings.

I’m not terrible looking. I once was considered a social butterfly and always had people around. Somewhere that changed. I know now that I have had close friends that have gone through the same experience. Never told a soul.  I have no family. But I have my daughter. And I hope to fight it for her.  And hope she isn’t affected in the future.

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Love One Last Time

All I want is a sign of kindness and love,
But all I get are mean looks.
It hurts so bad that everywhere I go,
Hoping to be accepted,
I get rejected.
They all look at me the same way,
With eyes full of contempt and resentment
But maybe I deserve what I get
For being a cruel, cold person
I drove everyone away from me,
But only lately have I realized that they were never really there for me,
Each one had hidden intentions,
All meant to sacrifice me-
I feel so empty and numb,
So lonely and dejected
Everyone says they love me,
But I know better than to believe them
Broken promises and rushed lies,
To cover up their faults,
And I stand here,
With my heart in my hands
Bleeding, nearly dead,
Yet how is it that I’m willing to let it get broken again?
I know it won’t survive another wound,
So how is it that with you
I’m willing to take that chance,
When I’m pretty sure I won’t survive the fall?
So much pain,
Leaving me numb,
My heart shuts down
Yet I’m able to love again
Will you be the on to show me what I truly want?
Will you help me soar or let me fall?
Will you be there forever or for just 10 seconds?
I’m terrified to love again…to let my heart open up,
But I don’t want to miss…all that I could spend with you…
No, even if it doesn’t work out,
It won’t be time gone to waste,
For I learned to love…
…One…last…time…

Shadow’s Death

Limbo

It feels like I’ve lost in a game

that I didn’t even have a turn.

My heart still bleeds

and eyes still burn.

I just didn’t know

that our feelings would never coincide.

I guess that’s my fault,

I kept mine hidden too deeply inside.

It seems after so many downfalls

all that’s left is rain.

Just a feeling of never ending pain.

How can you put yourself out there

to just be given back?

Matters of the heart just never seem

to be on the right track.

You spend your entire life making people happy

just to never be satisfied.

I miss the feeling of innocence,

not knowing the meaning of pain.

When there were no ulterior motives,

no heartaches to gain.

A friend is a friend

and one till the end.

Till something comes by

and the stakes are claimed.

Feelings of betrayal

but no one to take the blame.

They’ve covered their tracks,

they paved them with shame.

You build your life with dreams

to have them ripped away.

Taken by the bitter hearted

not knowing what they’ve started.

Well this is my story,

it’s sad but it’s true.

You can’t trust that person

unless that person is you.

 

C.M.L.

Heart into Heart

Light into Light
Darkness into Darkness
Mind into Mind
Soul into Soul

Feelings hidden
Emotions concealed
Fortress after fortress
Defence of the heart

Shrouded thoughts
Veil of secrecy
Game after game
Unknown to the world

Twisted and tortured
Desperately seeking
Time after time
Wings of refuge

Light into Light
Darkness into Darkness
Self into Self
Heart into Heart

Written by:
MagMJ
copyright

regarding how to interpret “Heart into Heart”

I wrote “Heart into Heart” during a period of time in December 2005 when I was feeling very small and alone in this world. I would go and watch a sad movie all on my own and then come home, sit on my bed and look out through the bedroom window while listening to sad songs. I don’t quite know where my loneliness came from, but I guess I woke up one day, realized that my best friend had died three years ago, that people were losing their humanity, and that I had given up trying to make a difference because the world couldn’t care less. Since that period, I have recovered from my utter depression, but still feel that dull ache of loneliness on a regular basis. The poem is generally free for the readers to interpret it and all the better if they can identify themselves with that state of despair and alienation. I just want to let all those who read the poem know that they’re not alone in feeling lonely and that they loneliness only serves to make them stronger emotionally and spiritually. I hope that all the lonely souls out there will be able to fill the void spaces in them like I managed to, but never forget the tug of loneliness at the heartstrings so that they can look back and see how far they’ve come and how much they’ve grown and matured.

MagMJ

 

Behind Closed Doors

In a glass house I sit, a lady,
hidden behind closed doors, trying not to judge those around me.

I feel their happiness and wonder, their joy and bliss,
and recall the feel of love’s kiss.

But my house is worn and old.
Experience seeps in, leaving me cold.

I wrap a blanket of emotions around me,
to ward off the chill and pain of feeling lonely.

My normally calm exterior can no longer withstand the storm of feelings,
and rain down on me through the cracks in the ceiling.

I escape and seek the shelter and warmth of a neighboring fire,
but there are riots of emotions that disturb me there and the passions run higher.

I hear Nature and, while searching, I find an unknown way,
full of birds chirping with all of the excitement of a new day.

However, powerless; I stumble.
I smash against the rocks and float like flotsam amongst the waterfall’s rumble.

Currents of emotion overwhelm me and I flounder, looking for something to hold onto.
Unexpectedly, I turn around and find you.

With the touch of your hands, I slowly begin to smile.
I realize it’s been a while.

I breathe heavily – then hot.
I’m no longer drowning – I’m not.

 

Copyright:  Tracey L. Mummert, May 16, 2006