Worthwhile

I've firmly shut one door in love
and slowly creaked open another...
In an attempt to eventually find what I'm looking for.
For the pains of love to be worthwhile.

By Evelynn HohenbrinkHelp support our blog by checking out these cool offers

On A Ledge

I feel like every lie I ever told
Stood against my soul
I'm just a neglected guitarist
That can rhyme
I faced the hard and the hardest
But I know I lost my time

It's a thin line between love and hate
Is you really real or is you really fake
I was a soldier standing on my feet
Now I'll surrender, now I'll retreat

There's a limit for struggle
After the very first 7 troubles
I can sit here thinking with caution
Forgetting all the reason of my misfortune
Death marks cut me... Deeply
I was too proud to admit it was hurting me

My angry heart
Winter nights dark
Now I see
The after life is missing me
I'm close to be there
This ledge is taking me somewhere.

By Remi Mq

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A Memorable Interview with author Sherry Strothers

Today, I had an opportunity to sit down and talk with Sherry Strothers, the author of the new book, "Strength is in the Struggle." This unique and passionate author had a lot to tell me about her book, personal life, and how she came to be who she is today. Read on to see how a Chief Warrant Officer in the Navy got inspired to write a book about never giving up and pushing through any obstacle to achieve success. Click here to order the book now.
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Another cut, to distract the pain,
Another pill, just to keep sane.
Alive but dead in a tormenting hell,
Knowing, you'll never fully get well.

Scaring away the few that stood by,
I scream to the heavens and ask God "why"?

Finally, someone sees I'm a monster,
They see the scars and the reasons they've conquered.

What they don't see is the pain that is hidden,
Deep within my heart it is written.

Living is now my hardest task,
Loneliness and depression carefully masked.

What they don't know from the nights I hate most,
In my top drawer, a crumpled suicide note.

Yes, it is true, I tried again to get out.
But I can't let them suffer for my cowardice and doubt.

So let the days keep trudging on, sooner or later,I'll sing death's song.

By Remy Mq
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Gods and Creatures

Sometimes insecurity and doubt course through my veins like a paralysis leaving me unable to move like a vacuum they consume my insides until I am nothing but an abandoned whole truth or a beautiful shadow of Icarus who flew too close to the sun and melted his wings.Read more »

Taking Back the Night

We soldiered on,in cropped tops and torn jeans,
wielding soggy cigarettes
and shooting thin wisps of smoke in the dark.
Exposed are the small of our backs,
the length of our arms,
the sides of our breasts
to the passionate lover that is the night.
The rain is kissing and biting,fast and hard
while the cold leave sweet painful lashes
on our bare pale skin.
They do not bother us anymore,
we are used to the endless list of lovers
who has made their mark on our skin
but are gone before they could even fade.
There is nothing to do except bow our heads
and shake them off hoping that our mascara won’t smear.

By crazycutlady

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Fictional Realities

Submerged in books and words
I have become obscure.
When the tides of my ocean subside
I will absorb all life if ever I can reach the shore.

The coarse realities of life leave me lovelorn.
My ardent fervour is slowly becoming muted
as I struggle to keep my head above water.
It is the gaping sky, the splendour of merging colours
that keeps me upright.

I am impotent to the yawning ocean,
frustrated by my languishing infatuations
that increase, heave and swell
until I can hold it no longer and all comes gushing out
leaving me empty and forsaken, cold in a desolate place
with only my eccentricity for company.

©J Cole

The Search

I was there,
but I also
was not.

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Dreams

What is it about the unobtainable
that attracts the lovelorn?
How strongly desire holds on
bleeding the heart of every drop or dream.

Dream I can no more
only the lost dreams of the loveless
fill my empty heart.

Each night draws in passing endless time
that never seems to wait or realise
I need a while.

I hold on to yesterday,
a nothingness that cannot grow.
Love has withered as change blossoms
and my pain can only flourish now.

Consumed I am by weeds of self doubt,
entangled in the web I weaved.
I weep not for myself
but for that which I could have been,
for the wings I have ensnared.

©J Cole

For You Afreen

these are sad days
life was taken and memories flood
the good times
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Introvert

Hiding behind words because my soul hurts.
Mind is weary and all empty tonight as I look inside
trying to find a stronger way to be around people
who leave me uncomfortable,
feeling negatively rejected. I am introspective,
introverted, lack the confidence of the extrovert.
I say too much and it means too little.
Sometimes I get the impression,
I am deeply shallow.

©J Cole