winter haiku
by Tennille
Coldly you struck me
a concealed knife you stab fast
your disappearance
I held in the stain
in order to heal but your
missing blade still cuts
The scar calls to me
memory scabs suffocate
heart reduced to flakes
I gather myself
leaves to place on a dead tree
and mourn our growing
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 by Cru Jones
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Short Poem
by Janey Tormel
hurt and pain
are lasting too long
its time to end
all of it
gime me a knife
or a gun
doesn't matter
as long as it gets done
it will all go
far from me
i don't need this
i'm better off dead
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Dear God
by Tammy
I am sick of the world
I'm sick of being alone
of being different
yes of striving for good
its the truth you know all
so why lie
if I give into the security
of being wrong with
the respected crowd
won't you forgive me anyway
such evil thoughts, satan's snare
you know my heart you shaped its chambers you hand
dipped
the candle of my soul
and lit the wick and
guard the flames Yet I
long to scream of the injustices I see
but bow my head in weak cowardess
then hold my breathe to keep time still
because may be then and there I could understand
you
faith is my strength, love is my protection
I know I know
very little but you are aware of all
help me to be held by this fact
help me to take truth in as my guest and may my
guest leave full, and healthy wisdom
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Twisted Fool
by Tammy
My stomach is a twisted fool
anger toasts my skin
because you are so distant
I fall into sin
why did you leave me here
why have you left me to suffer
with a heart thirsty for perfection
in a world dry as a bone
ready to fracture and break
and I along with it
I feel pressures screaming my name violently
I long for precious silence
in a place of hurried noise
so many questions
few answers
slowly they are answered
meanwhile I miss the
quiet romantic truth
when confronted with
deafening cleshe's
who is great but God
then why do I search elsewhere
I push you as far as possible away
like many others
no wonder you won't let me
have my way
I am a prodigal son
I think I'm so strong
but of course I'm wrong
I'm imperfection itself
unable to even save
my pathetic soul
while you come down
all the while
and win it all
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What is natural
by Tammy
It's late at night
my house screams of silent lonelyness
shadows over take
the struggling, unnatural light
natural soon will be victorious over unatural as
always
when I shut off the lights
and retire
we must all retire but it is comfortable to know that
God created both light and dark, the beginning
and the end
as well as the seemingly Godless middle
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