Pain Born Tears

Pain born tears never die.

Instead they slowly seep inside.

Watering hidden graves within.

Waking sleeping demons again.

At night they come out to play.

Upon a field of tears that stay.

When does sadness finally die?

When tears stop falling from waking eye.

Accepting pain for what it is.

A crutch of life that I miss.

Jason

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@smokendust

 

Stars

There’s something in the stars.

And it’s written from afar.

Another knowing heart.

That’s beaten with yours from the start.

I can see it in the stars.

A whispered shout in the night.

It makes me feel like a Star.

Like someone’s wishing on me tonight.

-OM

@smokendust

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Daily

This Michelle Carter story just kills me.

Basically this girl becomes friends with and gains the trust of a depressed boy. She then coerces him into following through with his depression and attempts at suicide. When he gets scared while killing himself with carbon monoxide poisoning in his car in the garage, she commands him to get back in the car and see the deed done. She manipulates him and tells him his family will understand why he did it. They’d be sad, but they’d move on.

This case was a few years ago and she just got her sentence. 15 months. And she cried.

If everyone in the world had a friend like her half of us would be dead. It only takes a sliver of encouragement to kill yourself when you’ve reached the mark.

What she did was evil. What she did was murder.

I really can’t get over this case, probably because of my own past. I know one thing though!!! I’m glad she wasn’t my girlfriend.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/michelle-carter-high-court-upholds-202013952.html

-Opinionated Man

@smokendust

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I think I’ve become scared of everything I will be. Everything inside of me, all that’s left are dreams. How do you get these things to leave I’ll think.

I know how. I know how.

Here’s a way. We’ll try this way. A drink or two. Do you smoke they say.

We do what we have to to stop it from happening. It’s an it. My kid asked me the other day why they made that movie about the clown the name ‘It.’ I didn’t have an answer.

What’s more scary than ‘it?’ It makes you cry, you don’t know why. Even wine doesn’t bring a smile to these eyes. I’ll drink a little. I’ll drink a bit. We’ll see if we can drown this it out. It never works.

I’ve found an answer, a solution that works for me. It blocks the dreams and they wait for me outside the line of my bedroom shrine. I feel them creep as my toes cross from the safety I’ve made here. But it’s ok. I’ll be ok. Bring on those dreams. Who needs rest.

Jason

44.1

@smokendust

Terror

Terror me.

come terror me.

terror me some more.

My night terror, you can’t dispel her, a memory I once bore.

A night terror.

Another terror.

Did I ask for more?

Not a night mare, just full of scare, these take their toll.

-OM

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@smokendust

Center Stage: 10/19/18

Thanks for sharing my post in the mix! -OM
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