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In Sumer, there was no standing army, although there may have been some professional soldiers. When the king, high priest and council of elders decided the need for war, they called all free male citizens to arms. Each citizen had to bring his own weapons. Common weapons included bows, spears, slingshots, battle axes, maces and knives.

Protective armor was rare, although many carried shields. Professional soldiers wore helmets of copper. When cities went to war, as did Umma and Lagash around B. The resulting barrage of arrows no doubt killed many, whose bodies were then trodden under foot when the armies charged each other with spears. Spears and rocks thrown by slingshots filled the air and many more died. Apparently, the army with the most men still standing won the day.

This was the typical battle order of the times. A stele raised by the king of Lagash commemorates the victory of that city over its neighbor and enemy city, Umma.

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The Stele of Vultures shows ranks of soldiers in a phalanx formation, armed with spears and wearing copper helmets and short, armored cloaks for protection. The king of Lagash rode to the battle in the chariot of the times—a clumsy, heavy cart pulled by four onagers, or semi-wild asses.

Sumerian military innovation includes the chariot, helmet, armored cloaks, bronze axes and the phalanx formation in battle. Sargon of Akkad created the first empire through conquest. As armies grew larger, the need for competent administration and logistics grew in importance. Made of wood, horn and animal sinew laminated together, the composite bow had two to three times the power of a simple wooden bow. It could shoot twice the distance, and arrows shot from it could easily penetrate leather armor. Hammurabi to B. He was known to create alliances, then later end them, conquering his former allies.

A clever emperor, his empire lasted only during his lifetime. While the Sumerians, Akkadians and Babylonians were all good at war, they were pikers compared to the Assyrians who took warfare to new heights. During the time of the Neo-Assyrian Empire c. The year duration of this empire consisted of never-ending wars, as the Assyrians based their economy and wealth on conquering all of Mesopotamia, Babylonia, Egypt, Elam or western Iran , Syria, parts of Anatolia Turkey and Urartu Armenia.

Based in the Mesopotamian city of Ashur, the Assyrians moved to take over as much territory as possible. To do this, they built roads, placed food and war supplies in strategically-placed storage depots and set up a pony express relay system to carry messages throughout the empire. With armies constantly on the move, the Assyrians ensured they had the necessary administration and logistics ready at all times. From their continual warfare, the Assyrians captured riches upon riches. They demanded tribute from each conquered city, which was paid in precious metals, gems, silk, ivory and slaves.

With this wealth, the Assyrians built grand palaces of stone in Ashur and Nineveh. They also demanded contingents of military men from each conquered city and region, which would then be incorporated into the Assyrian army. The Assyrians were rightly feared as the most bloodthirsty, cruel empire of the time. What remains today of Old Babylon are the ruins of an ancient city under the water level of the Euphrates River, although some later city ruins still exist.

However, archeology tells us much about the 4,year history of this storied city that passed through many hands and empires during its long existence. Babylon began as a small, administrative center during the reign of Sargon the Great. Through war and diplomacy, Hammurabi subdued all of Mesopotamia under Babylonian rule by B. His empire stretched from Syria to the Persian Gulf. Hammurabi called his empire Babylonia.

We discuss his life and law code a separate article. The control he had established over Mesopotamia dwindled away until the city itself was sacked in B. Kassites, a mountain people from Iran, later took the city and conquered the rest of Mesopotamia as well. Under the Kassite dynasty, Babylon became a great cultural center of learning, producing texts on mathematics, medicine and astrology. The Kassites called Babylon by the name Karanduniash.

Kassite control of the city lasted years, with periodic episodes of Assyrian or Elamite conquests. Assyrians controlled Babylon from to B. Under the Assyian king, Sennacherib, Babylon rebelled. Sennacherib destroyed the city, razing its walls, temples and palaces to the ground. This act shocked the religious peoples of Mesopotamia, and his sons murdered Sennacherib to atone for his sin. They then proceeded to rebuild Babylon. King Nabopolassar used diplomacy and alliances to build the Neo-Babylonian Empire out of the remains of the fallen Assyrian empire. King Nebuchadnezzar II, his son, began renovating and building on a grand scale in Babylon until it covered 2, acres with a population perhaps reaching , Under Nebuchadnezzar, Babylon became one of the wonders of the world.

He rebuilt the Etemenanki ziggurat also known as the Tower of Bable , the magnificent Ishtar Gate and is credited with creating the famed Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Scholars, however, dispute whether the Hanging Gardens existed in Babylon or in the Assyrian city of Ninevah. Babylonian rule of Babylon ended in B. Babylon retained its glory as a center of learning and culture as a province of the Persian Empire. Alexander the Great conquered the city in B. The city was taken by the Parthians in B. Religion was central to Mesopotamians as they believed the divine affected every aspect of human life.

Mesopotamians were polytheistic; they worshipped several major gods and thousands of minor gods. Each Mesopotamian city, whether Sumerian, Akkadian, Babylonian or Assyrian, had its own patron god or goddess. Each Mesopotamian era or culture had different expressions and interpretations of the gods. Clay tablets found in archeological excavations describe the cosmology, mythology and religious practices and observations of the tibme. In early Mesopotamia, priests were the initial rulers as all authority came from the god. Priests then were both representative of the god and mediator between the god and the people.

Later, the secular power was established in a king, although kings also had specific religious duties. Kings, priests and priestesses were the most important people in Mesopotamian society. If Mesopotamian pantheon and mythology were not simple and straightforward, the cosmology was. The universe was the heaven and earth, the term for which was an-ki or heaven-earth. Earth was flat, surrounded by a hollow space in which everything existed.

A solid surface, thought to be made of tin, enclosed the an-ki. Within the space was lil, a word that means air or breath. All around the an-ki was the sea, abzu. Nergal and Ereshkigal ruled the underworld, where people went when they died. People entered the underworld from their graves. First, they had to cross a river via a ferry. Once there, a soul was judged by Utu, another god. A positive judgment meant an afterlife of happiness; however, most Mesopotamians thought the afterlife would be dreary.

Although all powerful, the gods behaved much like humans—they fought, ate, drank, married and had children. Although they were immortal, they could be hurt and paradoxically, killed. Each god had charge of some aspect of existence according to a set of rules that ensured the continued functioning of the cosmos.

The four primary deities were An, Ki or Ninhursag, Enlil and Enki, who ruled heaven, earth, air and sea, respectively. The four gods are the progenitors of the rest of the pantheon. Three other gods were also important: Nanna, another name for the moon god, Sin; Utu, the god of the sun and judgment; and Inanna, the goddess of love and war. Ziggurats are as emblematic of Mesopotamia as the great pyramids are of ancient Egypt.

These ancient stepped buildings were created to be home to the patron god or goddess of the city. As religion was central to Mesopotamian life, the ziggurat was the heart of a city. Starting around B. In Mesopotamia, a fine balance of power existed between the secular kings and the high priests of the patron god or goddess. Kings built ziggurats to prove their religious dedication and fervor. The word ziggurat means raised area. Broad at the bottom, these pyramid-shaped buildings had two to seven tiers, with each ascending tier smaller than the one under it.

The top of the building was flat, and on it was a shrine or temple to the god where only priests could go. The entire building was made of sun-dried bricks in all the interior areas, with glazed fire-dried bricks facing outward. The facing bricks on each successive tier were glazed a different color. A series of staircases led to the top of the ziggurat for the priests to use.

Ziggurats were part of a temple complex, a set of buildings devoted to the care of the gods and to all the businesses of the temple. The temple complex was one of the economic centers of the city. Large temples employed hundreds or even thousands of people, from priests and priestesses to humble shepherds, carpenters and weavers. A series of chambers and rooms within the ziggurat were used for priests to care for the god or goddess. Special priests prepared sacred meals for the god. Each ziggurat contained an altar to the god and a statue of the deity as well.

Mesopotamians believed that if the people cared sufficiently for the god, and if the sacred meals pleased them, the god would inhabit the temple or shrine prepared for them. Since ziggurats were made with sun-dried mud bricks, they would deteriorate with age. Kings would regularly rebuild the ziggurat, often building the new on top of the old. The Great Ziggurat at Ur was most famous ziggurat in Mesopotamia. Originally built by Ur-Nammu in the 21st century B. During the Neo-Babylonian era, the ziggurat had deteriorated to just the base level.

It was entirely rebuilt by King Nabonidus in the 6th century B. During the Iraq war, Saddam parked some fighter jets near the ziggurat, hoping that the presence of this ancient landmark temple would prevent the Americans from bombing the jets. In Mesopotamian society, priests and priestesses were equals to the king in power and honor. They were mediators between the gods and the people. Ordinary Mesopotamians looked to the priesthood to gain the favor of the gods, especially the patron god or goddess of their city.

Mesopotamian Priests and priestesses had many duties and responsibilities, and in exchange they received respect, honor and creature comforts. A temple had two chief administrators. One, the en or chief priest, oversaw all sacred and religious duties of all the priests and priestesses. His or her job was to please the gods, to divine their will and communicate it to the ruler and the people. He supervised scores of other priests in performing sacred duties.

These priests had many tasks; some cared for the gods by feeding and clothing them, others sang, made music and wrote hymns, and others still provided religious services to the people. Different types of priests performed purifications, exorcisms, treated people medically and prayed with them. The other chief administrator of the temple complex, the sanga, ran the business of the temple. Temples were not only places of religion, but of commercial activity as well.

Each temple had a household staff that provided culinary and housekeeping services for the priesthood. Temples employed accountants, scribes, guards, butchers, messengers, artisans and seamstresses. Temples cared for orphans and charity wards; they also held numerous slaves who worked in a variety of capacities. A temple complex functioned as small city within the city. Young people who wanted to be a priest or priestess had to be perfect in body and come from a good family.

Young boys who showed talent in the scribe schools often became priests. Girls who wanted to be priestesses also went through the literacy education given to boys, the only girls who did. The training to become a priest or priestess was arduous and difficult, but the rewards were great. In general, Mesopotamian priests served a male god and priestesses a goddess, though some priestesses worked in the temples of male gods.

Priestesses served as the first dentists and doctors in Mesopotamia. Priestesses were required to be celibate. Most Mesopotamian priests and priestesses, however, lived at the temple serving the gods and providing religious and medical services to king and populace. In this act, the high priestess of Inanna would have intercourse with either the high priest or the king of the city. Through the sexual act, divine fertile energy was released on the land ensuring good crops and productive herds.

Both of these sacred sexual practices existed for thousands of years in Mesopotamia. It is best to understand these rituals as a religious act of devotion to the goddess rather than as sex per se. After all, secular prostitutes plied their trade in Mesopotamian cities as well. In the many myths and stories involving Inanna in ancient Mesopotamia, Inanna does not appear as either wife or mother. Yet it is she that makes the Sacred Marriage with her husband Dumuzi in a fertility rite.

Remember that in Mesopotamia, agriculture held primary importance and keeping the land fertile required many religious observances. In the Sacred Marriage, humans took the place of the gods in religious rituals devoted to fertility. The high priestess of the city, acting in the capacity of the fertility goddess Inanna, would have sex with the high priest or the king role-playing the fertility god Dumuzi.

When his time is up and he returns from the underworld in springtime, he joyously mates with Inanna and the land reawakens. Those familiar with the Greek myth of Demeter and Persephone will recognize the precedence found in the earlier Inanna myths. Scholars have yet to settle on the question of whether sacred prostitution took place. Once she performed this ritual, the male visitor gave her money to donate to the temple.

Scholars have called this sacred prostitution, although the rite was essentially performed as a devotion or prayer to the goddess to ensure fertility. Herodotus, however, is an unreliable reporter, which is why scholars debate the historicity of this practice. Inanna, who later transformed into the Akkadian goddess Ishtar, the Phoenician Astarte and later still as the Greek goddess Aphrodite, is the goddess of love, sex, beauty and fertility. Priestesses of this goddess, at least one order of them, performed as sacred prostitutes, lying with males who desired their services in ritual sexuality.

This order of priestess was called Nin-Gig in Sumeria. The role of Mesopotamian women in their society , as in most cultures throughout time, was primarily that of wife, mother and housekeeper. Girls, for example, did not attend the schools run by priests or scribes unless they were royalty. Girls stayed home and learned the household tasks they would perform when they grew up and married. However, as the polytheistic religion practiced by Mesopotamians included both gods and goddesses, women were also priestesses, some of them not only important, but powerful. A family might sell a daughter to the temple, and they were honored to have a priestess in the family.

Families could also sell their daughters into prostitution or slavery. Prostitution, however, was not regarded as vile or degrading at that time. In fact, a form of sacred prostitution in the temples existed side by side with secular prostitution. Shortly after a girl reached puberty, her father arranged a marriage for her. Marriages were legal contracts between two families and each family had obligations to meet.

The basis for a society is the family unit, and Mesopotamian societies structured the laws to encourage stable families. Most women, then, were wives and mothers, doing the necessary tasks of women everywhere: taking care of their families, raising children, cleaning, cooking and weaving. Some women, however, also engaged in trade, especially weaving and selling cloth, food production, brewing beer and wine, perfumery and making incense, midwifery and prostitution.

Weaving and selling cloth produced much wealth for Mesopotamia and temples employed thousands of women in making cloth. Mesopotamian women in Sumer, the first Mesopotamian culture, had more rights than they did in the later Akkadian, Babylonian and Assyrian cultures. Sumerian women could own property, run businesses along with their husbands, become priestesses, scribes, physicians and act as judges and witnesses in courts.

Archeologists and historians speculate that as Mesopotamian cultures grew in wealth and power, a strong patriarchal structure gave more rights to men than to women. Perhaps the Sumerians gave women more rights because they worshipped goddesses as fervently as they did gods. For men, divorce was easy.

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A husband could divorce a wife if she was childless, careless with money or if she belittled him. Monies paid to each family, in cases of divorce, had to be returned. If Mesopotamian women were caught in adultery, they were killed. Always Someone Else Ain't there always someone else? Whose got the right? What will the Spirit do? Annie Annie…Annie….

Revolution Ten beard covered wagons came down from the hills to eat. Come quick, give us hope for peace! Fall down on your knees. Pour another drink! Down to the Pit O Lord, I call to you, come quickly to me. Hear the echo ring. Speak up! Illuminate their plans. Prepare the Way Prepare the Way!

For the dead and the living. Mozelle I met Mozelle in the twenty-second year of my life. Sweet By and By Sanford F. Feel miserable? But why do I do this? But why do I waste my energy being sad, mad, uncomfortable, upset? Nothing and Everything. My love, you are my everything and my nothing at all; you are my dream and my nightmare; you may be my happiness and yet the cause of my depression.

You are my never-ending purgatory:. I May, I Will. Run as fast as your feet can tread When you get here I may be dead Use the force that God gave at birth Please use your endless mirth. My Old Life. I just want my old life back, I had everything I wanted A job that I adored, A hobby that brought immeasurable joy, And a love that seemed unshakeable. When I look at that face there is nothing in. A being so afraid to change it does nothing but stare.

The embodiment of sadness and anxiety. This is an ode to the boys who have hurt me. I will not talk about the ones who came before the ninth grade,. For you. They said she would stay, that she wouldn't feel a thing, it would be quiet and still, our goodbye's wouldn't matter because she'd never know, that they were said,. The Blue Pull. The Fear of Falling in Love. She laid snugly in her bed as if she had nothing to do. She peered out her glass window. A dark place. She stumbles in the darkness, in search of the light. But the sky had been empty for a while, the stars could not hold on to it.

It is only her, and the wind, and the cold wetness on her cheeks. House of a Monster. As the wind blows and the sun cuts my eyes My vision begins to fail me. Maybe I take things too serious. Now I fail at love again. It all comes back to me. You really cared. You're a Picky One. Resurrect Me. What is it about you that leaves me out of my mind? All alone in the dark reaching out for a sign. Remember when you were all all mine. Resurrect my smile. I Am A Warrior. You can't hear me You can't see me You can't feel me You have given birth to me But you ignore me I am alive!

Not your dearly departed And yet still to you I am a failure, forever imperfect. Why am I the only one? Why don't they give up? Because of You. On Crumpled, Lipstick-Marked Paper. I beg for rest, too I beg for clarity. Self-Harm Artist. While it's easier to cut butter I'd rather slice open my arm Because the pain is like no other and it lessens my alarm. She Who Travels at Dusk. Oh weary traveler, Who are you to hate the summer? My world. I have no clue what I want to do in life.

My brain seems to attack things, Nothing can survive my piercing gaze. Everything I see is quickly judged and cast out upon a twisted world. Something New. You can see it in all that I do. Birds in my stomach And fish in my brains, I have not slept in eighty-eight days. Sometimes - It's Just Anxiety. Casket of a Stranger. My dog died over four years ago, And her ashes rest above our fireplace: A mantlepiece Behind a photograph of her that was there when she was alive.

We Don't Call It "Abuse". She Was There. And when I needed you the most, there you stood with her in my place. Tears of Fear. I slept hard as a bear That eats so much food in a dark cave, What no one notices all the time, My ears can hear, but I have weary tears; Beyond the walls, there is so much fear,. Without Light. I am here standing in the darkness. It is pitch black and cannot see a thing. I stretch my hands feeling for something, anything. I hear a blood-curdling scream that sounds like a high pitched whistle. I'm Fine. Conclusions Over Solutions. Do you remember that one time when you stabbed me in the back then i went to those parties and just sat in the back but the only point of those parties.

Emotionally Dead. Blank Skies.

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Do you ever sit up at night Staring blankly into your room which consists of no light, because when you dream you dream of the past. I'll Come Back Another Time. Dreary Mind and Teary Eyes. As my mind becomes dreary, And my eyes become teary, Again.. I promise myself I'll be strong, But my mind is clouded by fog, of past memories,. Drowning in Cloudy Water.

Some nights you feel like there's a thousand galaxies exploding in every inch of you and you are burning too bright to ever be looked at directly, and some night you feel impossible small,. The clenching in your chest? Honey, that's just a monster Escaping from the depth of your shattered mind, Trying to hold your heart together, For if your heart stops, what will the monsters have left to haunt?

No One. No one wants to be friends with the depressed kid Or the one with crippling anxiety That poor child who was traumatized, but Everyone steps away when she needs help When the evil Dark. It never works, And I'm an idiot for trying. I feel like you've unpopped the corks, 'Cause I'm suddenly crying. I Don't Know Where to Start.

I don't know where to start. You can make a happy man frown. Where sin and worry are present, you are there. I loved you,. Tiger Lily. In lavender and gentle pinks. Then soul crushing blues, sweep the garden, petals peacefully cascading no more,. The Darkness. The darkness is creeping up on me. It's up to my neck, I'm barely swimming.. I'm drowning in darkness The tendrils wrapping around my neck.

Dear Anxiety. Dear Anxiety, You are my closet friend, the one I've come to know. You have demanded control over me and my life, the makings of the walls inside my mind. Mortis Angelus.

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Thus the Reaper picked up his tools, He took to his hands the metals forged in blood, He reached for the scythe with anger and wrath, According to his oath he upheld his mantle. Looking towards the foggy moors,. Hitler, I'd like to meet and to him I will greet Why do you hate the Jewish fleet Their bare feet march down the narrow street As Rabbis wonder if their maker is who they are going to meet. Bullying Changes Lives.

I come from blurry images that look back at me from the mirror I say I'm beautiful but harsh words from the past hit me like a pair of Anvils weighing down on me Bulying hurts and lays skin deep. The Undiscovered.


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Alone in the middle of the night A creak, a flash of light Darkness shattered after a crash. The Lonely One. Everyone was missing Asleep or just gone Except for her. To The Bully. Life Inside My Head Struggles. My thoughts Once again they fight me. Whether it is someone not listening or being alone Thinking you are ugly or not having a solid home Being told you have problems or other bullying ways Everyone gets frustrated Even me. MAybe I am made of glass And perhaps I am too reflective And perhaps each time I shatter across the floor in shards of failure I bring us more bad luck.

Maybe you will remember me, or even keep me in a dream; Maybe you will whisper my name at 3 am because it's the only thing you can think of as you lay awake during the long hours of the night. But it tears us all apart, turning us into work crazed machines that are at eachothers throats over what? You say you love me. You say you love me I take a deep breath and repeat that in my mind You say you love me As your holding me crying. I can feel your hand digging into my arm. A girl with eyes like jewels Thought it would be the coolest thing when she switched schools She was eager to see new faces Because her old school picked on her, belittled her, and was racist.

Aren't these things supposed to flow naturally? Shouldn't I just be able to pour my feelings out into my writing? Our Bond. Breathe One, two, three I am a happy daughter Who loves her mother Not a hint of loathing to be found Exhale That was a lie The breeze feels so much nicer Smile so much Keep gasping. Someone You Might Know. I was in love with you before even knowing your existence.

In your eyes I saw the meaning of love when you first looked at me. And I was wondering how? And why Me? Unspeakable Love. I don't know how to describe whats in my head. All I know is that you are the one who has made it be lead. I love you, I really do. Therefore I can't seem to tell you. Now I'm looking like a fool. The tree on the corner was ancient. She sagged under the heat of the sun, but when it rained, Her canopy became a weathered shield. Steady, tested, and true. There is no looking out of a single celled room, an externally locked door, and a four barred window. This isn't my reality.

The Fall. Hold on tight, do not let go The fall might be a wrecking blow. The rope hanging, unable to bear, The threads pulling, threatening to tear. While you hear the lines' last call to rip,. Feeling The Pain. Its just there, On my bosom, Just there. Centre point. It feels heavy, This weight is wrapped, Front of my chest, Penetrates my soul. Takes away, Joy,. Haibun - In Remembrance.

Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh. Mo u rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming grey; contemplate life slipping away silently without fanfare. Darkness Will Surround You. In the dark Is where you will find yourself If you do not shape up And get some help Avoid hanging around bad company For they are the ones who bring you down There is a cloudy scenery.

They walk, full of confidence with their bright red feet Moving their heads to the rythem of the city red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory. My Broken Poem. I Find Myself. I find myself lost in the ocean but not the one that you think of when you think 'ocean' the liquid is my own thoughts drowning my talents discouraging my mind the water ever-deepening. Your deep blue eyes. And so, she cried. She dragged her self across the jagged ledges of dispair Looking to the dark she begged if anyone were there Her cry a plea that carried on a whisper in the night.

Where do you go when you have no one to turn to? When the lines of love you had, you've simply burned through What do you do when hearts lie broken, shattered particals like sand The tiny spark, the invisible pen, marks all you see but cannot read. That little hope, it still burns faint, the fire burns, always. I tossed it back into your sea and poisoned the wildlife, killed off its resources. The water grew toxic so I couldn't swim. My head is spinning and is thinking about things other than this world,.

Beautiful Things. We are only trying to help you You are surrounded by darkness Keep messing around with narcotics And you will drown in sadness Things will disappear bit by bit The walls are caving in. The words on the tip of her tongue are like daggers Gliding through silence, stabbing at past memories, Slicing open old wounds.

It hurts - healing. Lost Poetry. Lost Not the magical lost you get when you go to Disney Or walk into your favorite store Not the dreamy sort of lost you feel when you stare into a pair of eyes or a really good book. Long Forgotten. I should not be ashamed of how I feel And its okay to express your emotions Mainly it taught me that I am beautiful. Seaside: A Note to Sadness. Bang, Bang. You Shot Me Down. You broke my heart and let me drown. You lost sight of what we had. You didnt care if it hurt so bad. To Find An Escape. Poetry has taught me how to write to escape the world and problems that seem unbearable.

It has taught me to turn them into thoughts and feelings of beauty. Shedding away their misery, along a sea of glass. Do not waste your life away Hanging around the wrong crowd For they have nowhere to go They are obnoxious and loud The more that you ally yourself with them Nothing but trouble and turmoil will appear. The Girl in Love with the Moon. The Voice Of Hope. Poetry has taught me that I have a voice. And that if I want to suffer in silence, that is my choice. It has taught me that everyone is like a walking puzzle piece. If we all speak up, we can be complete. What poetry means to me.

What poetry has taught me is how to be true, Even though sometimes I haven't a clue. When I feel upset or mad, I pick up my pencil and paper pad. I write down my worries, my future, my fears,. My emotions belong in a cage, Eventually, slowly, hesitantly plotting a war to wage. Internal Conflict. I hesitate. Replaying your comment in my head. Say something. Say anything. Speak up. Speak OUT. But enough though I want to, I don't say anything. I don't. A Story of Two Friends.

It started slow and subtle this friendship strong Quiet hellos went two years long Yet connection was there between the heart. You said some things. Shadow Made of Paper. The Waltz. Why do we do this stupid little dance? It's very well coordinated and I know the steps by heart But you don't seem to understand that with each twist and turn we destroy what we have It's broken down into simple steps.

I still remember…That night…I was only fourThe bright stars shone through the glistening dark seasI hugged my father for the last timeFelt the touch of his hands for the last time. Pure Negligence. How can a parent not care for their child? Nothing but pure negligence on their part Sadly, there was a lack of supervision Right from the start A dark scenery on display With lots of sorrow. Time Keeps Slipping Away. Time keeps slipping away Nothing will ever get done And you get that melancholy feeling You won't be able to see that sun You have fallen behind a great deal There are areas that need improvement.

Dark Daze. There I sat in the darkness. A Few Adjustments. The desks were arranged into a U in the 5th grade class. Strange plants in tiny pots lined the windowsill. The Liquid Death. Whiskey is like liquid death in a bottle. The man is excided to see the newborn bottle of whiskey in his hands His addiction is uncontrollable when the bottle is empty People find that he smells of death itself.

Covered in Daggers. Hello my demons will you let me sleep? Tears of Alcohol. You crack another can open; I feel it cut into my soul.

The sunlight echoes across the room in waves. We said goodbye; they left down the callow way. Later, after fizzy breath and Valentine thoughts,. You Are Dead. My lungs stir beneath a black cloak A bridal veil of ash and smoke The Wedding From Hell inside my chest. Not romantic. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words, they just might kill me.

Car Crash. I used to be afraid. Afraid to feel Afraid to cry. Is there somebody that could save me? From myself. From everyone else. From those that seek to tear me apart. From my heart that craves to be loved so bad. I'm Not Here. The Difference Between Sadness and Sorrow. Rage of Sorrows. If tears were blood I could finally get what I want. The Grieving Process. How did I cope feeling as if there was no hope? I'm telling you it's no joke. That Song. Weather Report. God Please Write Me Quickly. Life is a dreamI never thought I'd see. One where the flowers bloomAnd sing to me with.

Things are falling apart again-I've gotten used to seeing it happen. I can tell when the silence is irritable;I can tell when the communication is troubled;. The sweet embrace That gently calms me Until my dying days It adores me A pale skin, lacking color Has such a beautiful, silver luster The dreary look in my eyes Reflects the crying autumn skies.

My Little Blade Box. I have a little blade box, It's hidden by my bed. So if I'm feeling bad, or want to sink into the dew, I grab my little blade box,. If I Was My Brain. I Guess This is Goodbye. He tasted like mangosi couldn't place it until the next daywhen his lips were no longe.


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  7. A MeToo Mob Tried to Destroy My Life as a Poet. This Is How I Survived.

Impossibility of Rest. It Was Me. A Smile That Brightens Me. Glassy eyed vixen. I stare into thy eyes. Sparkling like a wildfire; Such feelings I can't deny. Long black silky hair Oh I did not dare touch. But my thoughts are impure;. I Am Among. I am among the unseen And you are the light that stands before me. As I close my eyes to sense it, But it never reaches me. I am among the unheard And you are the voice that echoes so faintly. The Sky Is So Empty. The sky is so empty, So gray and cold, So barren and wasted. Clouds fill the air But nothing more.

Scenes of despair and darkness. Sometimes a bird Breaks the moment;. Little Bottle of Chardonnay. This little bottle of chardonnay; My escape, my stimulation. And you My every motivation, unending infatuation. Each glass with every momentous sip The taste of grapes dance on the edge of my tongue,. Time waits for no oneAnd. Time waits for no one And I stand still, frozen, Unable to keep up. I chase and chase, Yet the seconds speed up. Round and round, the seconds speed up. Minute by minute, the distance widens.

Another, But Me. You forsake me for another And leave me cold and lonely. You torture me with your eyes, They greet me yet they ignore me. You taunt me with your smile, It sends comfort but mocks me. When you smile your smile It takes me away from this reality. And when I see those eyes, I'm suspended in a life-like fantasy. Speak out a fresh breath of air; Orchestrate a conversation for me. Still Hoping. We've been through ups and downs The good, the bad, the smiles and frowns , But I ain't giving up on us. So believe in me, this is more than lust.

It's you or bust 'cause YOU is a must! I didn't mean to lead you astray; I'm weak, as weak as anyone or anything can humanly be. But the passion that melts me inside is for you. I lay besides an emptiness that is only meant to be occupied by you,. Even though you tore my heart in two I'm still in love with you.

And if one day I can love someone else, I'll have forgiven you And I've learned to respect myself. When I finally learn to let this go. Throughout life, there are those too important to let go. But no matter how hard anyone holds on, We'll all end up gone; There's a close to every show. You were precious in every sense of the word.

The pink Flower. A single seed, unknowingly holding burden She doesn't know anything The hate she must determine She's locked up in a world of imposters a world full of monsters This seed which was planted. I could see that pain and hatred in your eyes The moment she spurned you as childish and unwise. I know how it feels to be scorned and chastised. I know how it feels to go against those baptized. All of my living heroes. I rejoice in sharing the earth With someone so lovely as you.

I think of your face and I'm filled with mirth; My joy and happiness can't be subdued. But despite this thrum of ecstasy, I carry great trepidation,. The Distant One. You have been held many moments But in the morning, what's to find? Face after face, all fading into one. Growing cold and distant- Wondering if your heart is still capable, of just coming undone. Sitting Alone.