+44This constant beating in my chest.
Am I cursed or am I blessed?
When you’re near, it beats faster.
This is leading to a disaster.
Which way is left and which is right?
No sleep at all for me tonight.
Lay awake, thoughts on the loose.
Why bother thinking, what is the use?
I can’t keep these thoughts at bay.
Should they go or should they stay?
One, two, breathe in deep.
Close my eyes, try to sleep.
Thoughts of you running in my mind.
Take a run to help unwind.
Pick up the pace and run full speed.
Unmarked road, where does it lead?
Lovers Lane with no turn around.
Falling silently to the cold ground.
What is up with this infatuation?
I look up to you with admiration.
Getting signals, they seem mixed.
I think I’m broken, can I be fixed?
Hum to myself a slow love song.
This is right but oh so wrong.
Pressure is building, let it out.
Bite my lip and start to shout.
Scream your name and start to cry.
I love you, I cannot lie.
This poem was written/submitted by Michael Dumeir / lisha len.
+58 Heart beating wildly, locked in a cage.
Consumed by the fire, consumed by the rage.
Throwing itself against the barren walls.
Screams echoing loudly through the empty halls.
Starving and lonely, it cries to be saved.
Wondering how long it will be enslaved.
A slave to hatred and a slave to depression.
Wondering why it has become Death’s new obsession.
It sits there and waits for help to come.
How does it feel, this thing called freedom?
It lays there, silent, on the cold stony floors.
Thinking of the ocean and the cool sandy shores.
It can’t really remember what it’s like to be free.
To walk without sorrow, to be filled with glee.
What is it like to not be afraid?
What is it like to not be betrayed?
What is it like to not feel the blade bite?
What is it like for a heart to take flight?
How much longer must it bare all of this pain?
How much longer will it take to be driven insane?
The patter of feet and the breeze of sweet air.
Lets the heart know that something is there.
It senses a presence and presses against the wall.
And listens closely to this intruders’ soft call.
A shadow forms and steps into the bleak light.
Immediately the heart feels something ignite.
A heart stands in front of it, just as battered and torn.
But this new heart doesn’t look at it in anger and scorn.
With a few whispered words, the lock disappears.
And the heart starts to cry silent happy tears.
The new heart comes in and brushes them away.
And promises to never leave and to always stay.
They hold tight to one another and never let go.
And walk from the prison, steady and slow.
The hearts put their pain and torture in the past.
Because two broken hearts have found love at last.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+10She hangs her head in disgust and shame.
Who is she? What is her name?
She might stand straight and might stand tall.
But in her mind she feels so small.
She takes one step forward but three steps back.
Trying to block the next mental attack.
In her mind, she slowly breaks.
A broken record of her mistakes.
Her knees grow weak, she then stumbles.
Suddenly the world around her crumbles.
She tries to block the thoughts in her mind.
But they have a hold, they start to bind.
They start to squeeze and pull tight.
She feels the pain and feels the bite.
She presses her hands to her head.
To her horror, her wrists are stained red.
She watches the blood slide slowly down.
Wishing, in the blood, her pain will drown.
The thoughts have control, they have her bound.
She wishes that salvation could be found.
She starts to scream and starts to shout.
Her mind is starting to fill with doubt.
Who is she? She can’t remember.
Even though it hurts, she draws a breath.
Through her agony, she screams for death.
Her heart beats but it starts to slow.
Devilish thoughts then start to grow.
One last scream as they take control.
She has no heart, mind or soul.
Here one moment and gone the next
Her last breath will kiss the dawn.
She lays her head down and sighs real deep.
Forever to lay there in her sleep.
This poem was written/submitted by Michael Dumeir/ lisha len.
