Lost Souls Shattered Hearts.

Lost souls shattered hearts.

She came from the beautiful light

He was from the depths of hell’s night

Love and beauty grew in her wake

Sadness and pain followed him his smile fake

They fell in love

The Angeles wept from above

The hordes of hell rebelled

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Some railed against the impossibility

Others prayed for love and pity.

God smiled but shed tears

Satan wondered was this the answer to his worse fears.

Could she save his soul

Would he devour her whole.

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Their love was cursed from start

Lost souls shattered hearts.

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This afternoon I have spent listen to a group from my past Rasmus . I fell in love again with a song of theirs. I let it inspire me to write a love poem about dark and light. Above the poem , below the video.

Drowning.

Drowning

Cold

Can’t breath

Lungs bursting

Pain exploding

Out of time and breath

Drowning I sink deeper

Darker ever the light recedes

I am trapped hopelessly in weeds

Held fast I silently breath my last

So sad, there’s nothing to flash before me.

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Wasted

Pointless life

No one will miss

I leave not a mark

Unseen, unheard, undone

Wasted years lost on cold hearts

No songs for me, I was not free

Unloved, uncared for, useless, wasted

Lost from the beginning I could not see.

Trapped Soul

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For years it fought against it’s tether

Yet the harder it fought the more it would wither.

It  caused itself so much pain,

Yearning for a freedom it never could gain.

Finally exhausted it decided one day

To no longer try to break away.

It decided that it should be what it should be.

So the soul stopped fighting, relaxed. Immediately it was set free.

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Top picture from Pixabay, the second is mine .

Florescence Day Ten

Day Ten of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Image from Pixabay

Cried, dried a million tears

Words falling through the years

Hidden hopes hidden fears, I have tried.

New Year?

New Year? 

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Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen as it slowly advances  like a killing machine. Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind I warned you did I not time is cruel and unkind. It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns. If your not watching it plays tricks on you , it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind! What is the point of all this tadoo tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do. The world should of stopped on December thirty first but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt , there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet. So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ……….  it will still be all here. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember one new years eve  Death took a rest  when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive  presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast cling on to those you love the most. Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance.Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year, another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear! Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

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Darkness falls.

Darkness falls

Deep dark, the dogs back

I am drowning no hope left

So empty  depressed.

Hopelessness just engulfs me

Where is the light,where is hope.

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Image from Pixabay

Homeless At Christmas

I  originally wrote  this in  December  2013  but it is  still relevant .

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day? Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December  snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Acrostic Hopelessness.

This  is part of  LindaGHill‘s Stream of Consciousness Saturday  . This  week  Linda said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ho.” Find a word with the two letters–“ho”–in that order, and use it in your post. Enjoy!

Rules  and Pingback here.

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Acrostic Hopelessness .

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  she  went  regardless of my  cry

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it’s hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.

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One Liner Wednesday: Depression

This  is  part  of  Linda’GHill‘s One Liner  Wednesday. Here is  the Pingback

Anyone who would like to try it out, feel free to use the “One-Liner Wednesday” title in your post, and if you do, you can ping back to  Linda’s  post   here to help your blog get more exposure. To execute a ping back, just copy the URL in the address bar on this post and paste it somewhere in the body of your post. Your link will show up in the comments on Linda’s  page. Please ensure that the One-Liner Wednesday you’re pinging back to is this week’s! Otherwise, no one will likely see it butLinda.

As with Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS), if you see a ping back from someone else in my comment section, click and have a read. It’s bound to be short and sweet.

Unlike SoCS, this is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the same “theme.”

The rules that I’ve made for myself (but don’t always follow) for “One-Liner Wednesday” are:

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Make it either funny or inspirational.

3. Use the tag #1lineWed for more exposure.

Have fun!

Tree of hope

Today  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

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Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying.

One  step forward three back

Covers  for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

 

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