We all just need
A little bit of understanding
Can not grasp
What you are not comprehending?
Knowing what I’ve known
Ever since I was four years old
Having to keep the secrets
Locked deep inside
I innately knew I would be
Travelin’ a rough road, alone
Love? What love?
Never felt it
Through all the materialistic stuff
Being thrown at us
Can’t face the truth
Of your own self-centeredness
And resentments you keep suppressed inside
Emotionless
Only giving to receive the praises
Of those outside looking in
Can we stop the madness?
Why would you sit by
And watch me die?!
Don’t understand the pain I feel?
Both physical and emotional
From the insensitivity
Won’t accept me for me
Won’t accept reality
Scared of vulnerability
When will you take responsibility?
Your anxiety breeds insecurity
Love? What love?
I wish I had the wings of a dove
So I could fly away to the skies above
and find real love!
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Dana Toliver
I wrote my first poem in 1990 not relaizing it would be the beginning to my forthcoming book titled SOUL SEARCH'N; the story of my life journey told through peoms and short stories. The content I post here are from my book.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis7 days ago in Humans
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