Humanity

Humanity is just a word,
with hardly any meaning behind it,
because the humans of this world
are all a bit blinded.

They don’t give money to the people without homes
and just walk past a beggar without a second glance,
but would rather spend money on their children’s iPhone’s
instead of giving someone a second chance.

When there’s someone in need,
its not very hard
to just take a seat,
and open your heart.

It doesn’t just go for the poor on the street,
because there’s more people around
who could use a little help and need,
someone to show them how to get off the ground.

So when everyone complains that chivalry is dead,
understand that it is your actions
that have the power to spread
the true meaning behind what is absent.

Certain to Suceed

This year has been long.
It has also been hard.
Problems.
Conflicts,
With solutions out of grasp.
One could wonder how I have made it this far.

They might guess that it was determination;
That I kept trying my best and did not worry about the problems.
Or maybe it was hope;
That I believed that tomorrow would simply be a better day.
What they do not know is that it was none of these things.

I did not wait for problems to go away,
Nor did I hide from them.
All the problems, I would not let them just pass by.
I held myself accountable and took action when they approached.
I knew that I could solve them,
And was certain of my success.

I did not simply believe in myself.
I knew that I could do it.
Problems.
Conflicts,
With solutions out of grasp.
I was able to get through them all because,
I was certain that I could succeed.

We are Women

We are Women

By: Shelby Counts

I still remember what you told me,

And how shameful of you to think me such a fool,

That you’d think I’d just bow my head and agree silently,

To your completely blasphemous drool,

In which you speak so whole heartedly,

About how a woman is nothing but a tool,

And if we don’t live life on our knees, a better life we’ll never see.

But let me tell you:

We won’t sit and comply with what you want us to be.

 —

I still remember what you’ve done,

And how distasteful of you to think me so weak,

That I’d let your hand touch my flesh just for fun,

And it’s not something that you have the authority to critique,

Because my no is a no and can’t simply be undone,

For what you believe you’re entitled just because of your physique,

And even though in gender equality it’s clear that you’ve won,

If you force your hand I’m not afraid to shriek,

Because I have absolutely no intention to live frightened and on the run.

 —

I still remember your blood stained hand,

And how dare you think I should remain silent in the name of human rights,

So for her and all those that have fallen I will stand,

Even through scorching days and frozen nights,

Because the loss of a life is nothing to remand,

So tall and proud we shall stand and fight,

Even though we are considered second rate in this no man’s land,

And with these words that we recite,

For a change to be made first-hand:

 —

Because we are strong,

Intelligent,

Fearless,

But also victims,

Battered,

And exploited,

But this shouldn’t be the only things that define us,

Because more than anything,

We are women.

Glass House

You can try to hurt my heart and soul,

And vandalize my house and soil.

You can spit all over my green grass

But you’ll never burn a house of glass.

I’ll take all the stones thrown at me now

‘Cause you’ll never burn my glass house down.

 

So call me all the names you can.

You’ll never tie up my two hands,

Because I know I understand

All the fears in the heart of man.

Even in my fragile state,

Lucidity has cleaned my slate.

 

Now that I’ve looked death in the face`

Now that I’ve almost died today

Now that I’ve conquered all my fears

Fear no longer brings me tears.

Even when I am in my house,

I can see all my foes right now.

 

But every single fear I’ve killed

Is a weapon for me to wield

And my clear thoughts will keep me calm

Even through the harshest qualms.

 

I’ve walked along the grassy path

I’ve faced my fears, escaped your wrath

My mind is lucid like glass now

I’ve built myself a strong glass house

 

Now that I’ve stared death in the eyes

Now that, today, I almost died

My fears no longer make me hide

My fears are my closest allies

Suicide of a Schizophrenic

Do it, I dare you,
You’re nearly half there!
If you do, just think about
the pain you will spare.

The looks on faces,
telling you you were too young,
but wouldn’t you rather be asleep,
with pills on your tongue?

Don’t do it, I beg,
think about you.
Your future and the things
to look forward to.

Steer clear of danger,
don’t listen to your head.
Be careful, you aren’t ready
to dive off the edge.

If you don’t do it,
then I will myself.
Let’s go find the gun,
it’s on the first shelf.

The pills taste like acid.
The bullet will hurt.
Don’t make them look down
at us in the dirt.

I can’t leave my family,
my home, my life!
Yes, I can,
this is my demise.

Advice to You

Advice To You

 

I hang from the gallows that myself condemned me too on the eve of my demise.

I watched the setting sun distantly afar

I could not reach

I fear…

My crime is life, and I am to pay for it.

But I wish, o how I wish to meet Him in fair presence

I fear my crimes too bad to show

That I deserve hell

I deserve torture and fire and sadness

Happiness was never me.

I’ll beg to no avail.

I am predestined to eternity

I am sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry all the ones

That could never be pleased

The piece of my soul that couldn’t be ripped and given

To you my friends

Never did I climb the mountain

Never have I loved

Seen the heavens

Never…

 

Have mercy Zeus, Lucifer, Beelzebub Shiva

Be tender and spare me.

But help the ones afraid

Of themselves, of life.

Push away from the cliffs that bind you.

And stare to the golden sun and follow.

 

Please

Set yourself free

Before it’s too late

Love’s Journey

Will Love find her way to everyone?

I’ve grown to fear that I may never know.

A great journey has only just begun

For us who search for her embracing glow;

Her grasp is most tender yet most fatal.

Her beauty is most toxic yet most pure.

Her presence is most warm, yet most able,

To leave me broken and without a cure.

As years pass me by I grow more weary

Of dragging days of which alone I stand.

Desolate nights do grow most dreary;

I pray that she won’t take another’s hand.

For, if she finds her way to me someday,

I pray that she may find the means to stay.

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Needs

Needs

I yearn for the poison,

the feel of it invading my veins.

I NEED IT!

I NEED IT!

                                                I NEED IT!

The pleasure I feel,

as I plunge the needle through my bruised skin.

I NEED IT!

I NEED IT!

I NEED IT!

To forget reality

and not having a worry in the world.

I NEED IT!

I NEED IT!

                                                I NEED IT!

I would do anything.

I just need to feel whole again.

PLEASE

GIVE

ME

MY

POISON

I NEED IT!

The Darkness We Share

Now, quiet this talk of darkness.
Trust me, the light is harmless.
In the night, my soul departed.
In the light, our love was started.

I never knew how quickly a life could be taken,
Until that night I could not awaken.
I can see you weep in the dark,
Sitting exposed and alone in a park
Detached entirely from the world around,
Left with only your sorrow, you have drowned.

I can see you now, lost in despair,
But your agony, I cannot bear.
To know that I am the fault of your woe,
Fills me with a pain I never thought I could know.
Do not cry for me a moment longer!
Surviving this will make you stronger.

You are young and have a long life to live.
So savor your life, as a gift I give
To you, my love, if you take it, I know
That one day soon your eyes will glow.
They’ll twinkle and sparkle with a brilliant shine.
And all the stars in the heavens will align.

Why do you still not listen?
Why do your blue eyes still glisten
With quiet tears? You still cry
And look longingly to the open sky.
But, if you are looking for me up there,
You will find I can be with you anywhere.

I am neither in heaven nor in hell,
Because here on Earth, I still dwell.
As a specter I guard you whenever you may need,
And my words, I pray, you must heed.

I know you can hear their voices too.
See their scrutinizing eyes following you.
They see on your arms the scars that you hide.
They see on your face the tears that have dried.

I know you do not want to die!
Please do not say goodbye,
To a life you have only just started!
You must go on, my dear, leave death’s path uncharted!

Do not die for missing me!
Please, listen to my plea!
Because of my surprising death,
You too are close to your last breath.
I cannot stand to bear the burden,
Of watching you draw the final curtain,
On your young life barely lived.
To save you now, my heart I would give.

And as your life is bleeding out,
I am quickly beginning to doubt
That there is any hope at all in life.
Perhaps we are all just doomed to unbearable strife.
For how could you, an angel alive,
Be suffering like this, so deprived
Of care and love, that I’ve always tried to give?
Why won’t you take it, love, and continue to live?

Look at the guardian angel I am.
Letting you go like this, I must be damned.
I was supposed to take care of you,
But even that, I could not do.

In death I had one duty,
To make sure no darkness touched your beauty.
And now you are dead!
The last ray of light has been shed.
What a pair we are, you and I!
Unable to live no matter how hard we tried.

Hand in hand, through the darkness we stroll,
Two young lovers who can never be whole.
Two lost souls who can never touch the light,
And cursed forever to wander the night.