michaeljoseph Posted June 4, 2012 Share Posted June 4, 2012 Do Not Shadow the Good Stuff Looking back at yesterday do not shadow the good stuff! sometimes the pain and hurt may stay and the flower you picked is thrown away Was Monday so bad? Did you see the smile she gave you? sometimes the pain and hurt hide what good we feel deep inside Did Tuesday provide something swell? Or did you only see the decay inside? sometimes it is hard to see the good in things like friends like me! Did Wednesday show any sunshine? was there someone to hold you? sometimes a stanger can be the light that makes your week turn out bright! By Thursday was there a glimmer of hope? The kind old man that listened so well? sometimes it takes the bad to see all the good and finally to know that someone understood! On Friday was it just the end of the work week? Or did someone remind you of some wonderful thought? sometimes a kind word is all you need to clean up your garden of one bad weed! It’s Saturday and rest is swell a smile works wonders while with a friend sometimes happiness shows up like a gift and behold a wonderful new life shift! Sunday I hope the week brought some life surrounding you with sunshine and joy sometimes you need to breathe deep and see all the wonderful things life brings to thee. Each day, week, and year brings so many feelings choose a beautiful song for the scrapbook in your mind sometimes we need to sense some pleasure wonderful memories become your treasure. By Michael Joseph Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShawnCrane Posted January 7, 2013 Share Posted January 7, 2013 Apart of Me by ShawnCrane (October 31, 2012) What you see on the surface is kosher Tranquil, just like a sedative I keep the lid sealed on the exposure Holding back all the negative Never letting it see the light of day In this shell, I hide away These masks camoflauge and disguise my face Even if I try to escape This rage will be there wherever I go Turning me into a psycho A destructive twisting, spinning cyclone Raining down, reflecting my soul Its a mirror image looking at me And we're both the catastrophe Living hell where the screams are maddening Everyday is a tragedy So I close my eyes praying it will end But my mind won't let me pretend It shows me the same sequence once again Painted the color of bloodshed Everything's dead, fading into darkness And nothing's left except carnage Going back to where it started An option long since departed I open my eyes, its gone in a flash I'm still here and safe from the past I wonder how long these memories last Next thing I know, it all went black Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ray1986 Posted January 9, 2013 Share Posted January 9, 2013 Dive by SLAM poet Andrea Gibson i often repeat myself and the second time's a lie i love you i love you see what i mean i don't ...and i do and i'm not talking about a girl i might be kissing on i'm talking about this world i'm blissing on and hating at the exact same time see life---doesn't rhyme it's bullets...and wind chimes it's lynchings...and birthday parties it's the rope that ties the noose and the rope that hangs the backyard swing it's a boy about to take his life and with the knife to his wrist he's thinking of only two things his father's fist and his mother's kiss and he can't stop crying it's wanting tonight to speak the most honest poem i've ever spoken in my life not knowing if that poem should bring you closer to living or dying drowning of flying cause life doesn't rhyme last night i prayed myself to sleep woke this morning to find god's obituary scrolled in tears on my sheets then walked outside to hear my neighbor erasing ten thousand years of hard labor with a single note of his violin and the sound of the traffic rang like a hymn as the holiest leaf of autumn fell from a plastic tree limb beautiful ---and ugly like right now i'm needing nothing more than for you to hug me and if you do i'm gonna scream like a caged bird see...life doesn't rhyme sometimes love is a vulgar word sometimes hate calls itself peace on the nightly news i've heard saints preaching truths that would have burned me at the stake i've heard poets tellin lies that made me believe in heaven sometimes i picture hitler at seven years old a paint brush in his hand at school thinkin what color should i paint my soul sometimes i remember myself with track marks on my tongue from shooting up convictions that would have hung innocent men from trees have you ever seen a mother falling to her knees the day her son dies in a war she voted for can you imagine how many gay teen-age lives were saved the day matthew shepherd died could there have been anything louder than the noise inside his father's head when he begged the jury please don't take the lives of the men who turned my son's skull to powder and i know nothing would make my family prouder than giving up everything i believe in still nothing keeps me believing like the sound of my mother breathing life doesn't rhyme it's tasting your rapist's breath on the neck of a woman who loves you more than anyone has loved you before then feeling holy as jesus beneath the hands of a one night stand who's calling somebody else's name it's you never feelin more greedy than when you're handing out dollars to the needy it's my not eating meat for the last seven years then seeing the kindest eyes i've ever seen in my life on the face of a man with a branding iron in his hand and a beat down baby calf wailing at his feet it's choking on your beliefs it's your worst sin saving your fucking life it's the devil's knife carving holes into you soul so angels will have a place to make their way inside life doesn't rhyme still life is poetry --- not math all the world's a stage but the stage is a meditation mat you tilt your head back you breathe when your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain and you teach your sons and daughters there are sharks in the water but the only way to survive is to breathe deep and dive Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michaeljoseph Posted December 24, 2013 Share Posted December 24, 2013 a child's heart should never ever be broken Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
afriendinspirit Posted August 5, 2014 Share Posted August 5, 2014 Theres a side 2 rape, thats not spoken. Where Friendships are lost & Families are broken. Theres a side 2 rape, that Touches Lives. Where theres cultural silence, rape survives. Theres a side of rape that blames for sure. At times it's taught, their now unpure. Theres a side 2 rape, when you just hear. That can fill your thoughts with pain & fear. Theres a side 2 rape, depending on whose involved. If it's investigated or if it's solved. Theres a side of rape if viewed by others. More tend to become, lustul brothers. Theres a side of rape, depending on whom. If the Seed of Truth is Allowed To Bloom. Theres a side of rape, even at war. Thats not okay, thats' for Sure. Theres a side of rape, all really should know. When culturals deal with it, rape can't grow. Theres a side of rape, many don't feel. Most times were blamed, thats for real. Theres a side 2 rape ,when we can not provide. In the wave of flashbacks, in Lifes tide. Theres a side of rape, even with the eyes. Theres lack of Respect, where Honor flies. Theres a side of rape, depending on how many times. How Wounded we become, from rape & crimes. Theres a side of rape, that breaks the Bond of Trust. Lots of times it's not talked about, uncontrolled lust. Theres a side of rape, the guys gossip to. And were are preyed on more, by a few. Theres a side of rape, GOD Knows All. And any type.... is against GOD'S Law ! Theres a side of rape , if its Us or a Friend. That Wounds Our Soul, if Justice is pretend. Theres a side of rape, if it's our Child. In the Field of Life, where trust grows wild. Theres a side of rape, when none care, if we tell. Its alot more difficult, 4 us 2 get well. Theres a side of rape, if we can't turn the page. It effects Our Growth, in Lifes stage. Theres a side of rape, that effects our trust. Though it's not our fault, uncontrolled lust. Theres a side of rape, if they have connections. Our Friends will scatter, Our Past Protections Theres a side of rape, that all should know. If not dealt with Properly, the rapes will grow. Theres a side of rape, that must be written & said. When men seek to control their lust, rapes not fed. Theres a side of rape, that can be a Good Thing 2. Raise them Right, & the rapes will be few. Theres a side of rape, Where We Can Relate To Others. Mothers, Daughters, Friends.......Sisters, Brothers ! 4 all those silent voices, really not heard. Because in some societys, rapes a bad word. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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