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  • arion_davidpoet 1h

    Vulcan's Forge

    Confusion and rage battled,
    teary eyes watched with pity
    at the silky cool grass
    I loved. 
    Chained to the island once called home
    was bathed in a stampede of lava,
    as shattered sapphires burst forth
    from nature's breast. 
    But as the wooden boats sailed 
    further to the unknown, 
    beneath the eruptions of red rocks,
    the howl of metal against metal 
    rippled through the scorched tainted air.
    The battle stopped, rage won
    Vulcan's forge was on.

    ©arion_davidpoet

  • timvaughn_ 3h

    Psalm 73:26

    New King James Version

    26 My flesh and my heart fail;
    But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever
    ©timvaughn_

  • timvaughn_ 3h

    Psalm 147:3

    New International Version

    3 He heals the brokenhearted
        and binds up their wounds
    ©timvaughn_

  • furqanahmed 4h

    What comes into my heart is a promise so that I can liberate your heart.







    ©furqanahmed

  • abhayrao 5h

    A hundred sins

    If I could leave a mark and not a scar
    If I could spot all the danger from afar
    Build a world within each bubble
    Some place safe bereft of trouble
    Where one is free to be who they are
    Flawed, misunderstood, beauty without par
    Where flowers bloom in undaunted delight
    Within the darkness one finds the light
    Protest leading to progress not jail
    Dissent to distinction, by accepting blame
    Justice delivered with a heart and soul
    Something supreme we might truly behold
    Sunset shades can't hide all the dark
    Graveyards in the streets and river embark
    Callous hearts, iron fists, power in control
    Abstract democracy, dictators new role
    Ego and devotion the leading causes of blindness
    Truth and facts are heresy not kindness
    Leaders who promote no violence and hate
    Who don't quake in their boots over healthy debate
    Who don't fear children standing on the street
    Whose beliefs don't crumble with each new tweet
    Thick skin and sentiments so fragile
    This better world might take a while
    Celebrating failure and all the false wins
    Step into the limelight, it's been a 100 sins
    Thresholds which even God's can't forgive
    The nightmare ignored we still have to live...
    ©abhayrao

  • sins_of_creation 5h

    Her flashes of kindness
    Are amazing
    She has a dark side
    But I can't sleep there

    ©sins_of_creation

  • _neelu 8h

    Tuti hue se the par,
    Suljhe se hua karte thee....
    Aaj Sab kuch itna bhikhra diyaa hai,
    Kyu khud ko mene itna uljha liya hai❤️


    ©_neelu

  • writer_by_choice 9h

    DEAR ZINDAGI

    Bahut din ho gye ab main aapse milna chahti hu,,,,,,
    Ho ske to aa jana iss bar bahut kuchh kehna chahti hu.!!
    Dil ko jo bura lage esa kuchh nahi hai kehne ko mere pass,,,,,
    Bus chahiye muje aapke kuchh pal jo ho sirf mere sath..!!!
    Toh Ho ske to aa jana iss bar bahut kuchh bolna chahti hu....
    Bahut din ho gye an main aapse milna chahti hu !!

    ©writer_by_choice

  • theharshsoul 9h

    Nothing seems
    wrong or right..
    nothing seems
    dark or bright..

    is this Nirvana
    or just a peace..
    is this your love
    causing me bliss..
    ❣️
    ©theharshsoul

  • rosn_writes 10h

    कहावतें

    कहावतें मेरी भी सच हो गयी होती,
    ग़र,
    मेरी मौजूदगी का एहसास मुझे ही होता।
    ©rosn_writes

  • timvaughn_ 11h

    Be the warrior I know you are!!!
    This battlefield is not for the weak or you will be destroyed in battle. Pick up your weapons and fight, and the weapons in this war come from God's word. It's our only chance for victory!!! Overcome this and you will be blessed, surrender and defeat is evident.
    Fight on my brother and be as God made you to be for in weakness God is our strength!!!
    God's Knight,
    Tim Vaughn
    ©timvaughn_

  • timvaughn_ 11h

    I am praying for you brother that you find strength and not weakness, and are bold to fight against depression and not feed it, stand as a man against this deceptive life robbing ploy from satan himself and not feed it. Find strength in you, for you are a son of God. His Kingdom is in you. Be as a son of God and fight not fold as the devil want's you to.
    God's Knight,
    Tim Vaughn
    ©timvaughn_

  • nitindinsaa 11h

    Trust

    Foundation of every relationship is based on
    Trust
    Regardless of what else is going on
    In your life
    If you don't have that
    It'll never work
    ©nitindinsaa

  • mysery 11h

    Hellcat 6

    ©mysery

    Chapter Two - Part One

    Wilder Sanchez

    Fucking Monday mornings.

    I hate them so much.

    Especially when trying to deal with depression and physical exhaustion. I am well aware that these are the side effects if my drug use but I cannot live without my six hours of happiness.

    I remember how it all began. I was hanging with my guy friends when one offered me a joint. It was pretty awful but after a while, I decided it wasn't so shirty. Within a week, I was ready to experiment with other hard drugs.

    The psychologists prescribed dekapote and xanax for my PDD and social anxiety. But my body is used to those so I added the molly and cheap beer.

    I know the drugs do shit to my body once the six hours of euphoria are over. It's almost scary how I lose control of my mind.

    But that's the feeling I want. That numbness, it's a moment where I get to take a step back and let someone else worry about the mess I am.

    I know one day I might go too far,  take a few too many pills than Im supposed to, drink a few too many beers. It's happened before. Lucas never found out about the stomach pump I had to get. He doesn't know I almost died a negligent suicide at sixteen. That thought me a lesson.

    But it wasn't enough to make me stop the drugs because truthfully I can't.

    My body feels heavy as I crawl off the floor where I fell asleep last night and make my way to the bathroom.

    The mirror above my sink is broken. I had slammed my fist into it during one of my withdrawal days.

    I like it this way. Because I don't have to remind of the mess I have become by staring at my reflection.

    I get dressed for school in ripped jeans and my customary black hoodie. The hoodie is the only thing I have that had belonged to my mother. When I wear it, it makes me feel like I'm close to her even though I can barely remember who she was.

    Thirty minutes of lazy walking later I have arrived in front of Westreet Prep, my current high school. My older brother Lucas went there and I'm pretty sure both my parents went there too. Westreet Prep is just another high school, with federal style brick buildings and a large courtyard in front.

    I used to ride a motorcycle to school. It was a Yamaha FZi. But after my arrest, many of my privileges were taken away from me.

    It's always different walking to school from the way it used to be when I had my bike. The longing is almost enough to turn to regret.

    Walking into the school, I head to the cafeteria. Repeatedly hitting the rundown snacks vending machine earns me a glare from the lunch ladies and honey nut granola bar which I rightfully paid for, thank you very much.

    I find a table in the corner and set up my stuff there. My history report was supposed to be on the American Civil War.

    After borrowing several books from the library and paying for old reports on similar topics from the school's black market, I have only now decided to begin my report, fifteen minutes before it's due.

    I interchange between nibbling on the end of my pencil and munching my breakfast bar while composing my essay. It's concise, with a little less than four hundred words.

    The teacher is an impatient oaf called Mr Beier so I think he will appreciate my concise and accurate essay, not at all like the verbose theses my classmates will no doubt submit.

    An alarm on my phone alerts me that it is time for class to begin so I pack up my stuff, through my trash in the bin by the exit doors and head to Mr Beier's World History class. I take my sweet time doing all this, I couldn't give a flying fuck if I was late.

    Why am I taking a history class? I have asked myself the exact same question over a dozen times. I am not sure who I want to be in the future but I am pretty sure it's not a history buff.

    The tardy bell goes off the same time I walk into the class.

  • mysery 11h

    Hellcat 5

    ©mysery

    Chapter One - Part 5

    Abraham Bennett

    I have never met a girl like Eli. 

    She's not beautiful, not in the aristocratic blonde hair, blue eyes way. 

    No, she's interesting. That's the most fitting word to describe her. 

    She has long red hair and the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen. She never smiled during our interaction, and I can tell it's nothing personal. She does not strike me as the happy obedient kind. 

    There's something wild about her. 

    Wild Wilder, it's actually funny when I think about it. I think I've been thinking about it too much. That's why I have to ask my father to repeat his statement. 

    He does, unhappily. "I asked how was your day, Abraham."

    My father is the only person in the world who can get away with addressing me by my full name.

    "It was fine, " I play with my food. My mother is a good chef and I don't want to offend her but the truth is that I am not really hungry. 

    "You gonna eat that?" Josh asks, pointing a silver fork at an untouched piece of shallow fried chicken on my plate. Josh is my little brother. He's younger only by a few months.

    We are both seniors at Westreet Prep. I have an older sister and an older brother as well. Tim is married and Esther is going through medical school. 

    "Nope," I slide the plate over to him. 

    He cheers. 

    Dad frowns discouraging at me. "Eat your own food, boy." 

    If I got a penny for every time my dad addresses us as 'boy', not 'son' I'd be a millionaire. 

    Josh pouts, returning my plate to me.

    I sigh. There's no escaping my father. 

    "How was the community garden, honey?" Mom asks, smiling brightly. 

    "Considering the fact that I was ordered to work there I'll say it wasn't too bad." It's hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

    My father glares at me. "Do not speak to your mother like that."

    "It's fine, Henry." Mom sighs, raising a hand to silence him. 

    The way my mother always defends me against my father makes me feel guilty. That is why I answer her question. "We were made to work in pairs."

    "Who was your partner?" Josh asks through a mouthful of chicken. 

    "Chew your food, boy," dad instructs. 

    Josh rolls his eyes. My father's eyes narrow. I avert the near clash with an answer to his question. 

    "This girl called Wilder Sanchez."

    "Red hair, blue hoodie?" Josh asks. 

    How does one accurately one's outfit just from their name?

    "Yes," my voice mirrors the surprise I feel. How does Josh know Eli? 

    "She's in my art class." Is he a mind reader now?

    "That's nice," mom adds, her kind features smiling at me.

    "I don't think now is the time to be thinking about girls, " dad cuts in. "You should be focusing on your education. On your future. You'll need a clean mind and heart to join the Navy."

    "I already told you, dad. I'm not joining the army." My voice is tired. 

    My father was an army chaplain. He seems to think joining the Army is the only way I will learn how to truly become a man. He was disappointed when neither Tim nor Esther enlisted.

     He has set his hopes on my following in his footsteps. He does not say it directly but I'm pretty sure he will disown me when he finally realises I will not be joining the army. 

    Dad's eyebrows furrowed in determination. "You'll change your mind."

    "No, I won't."

    "The army is what shaped me into the man I am today. And it is what is going to shape you into the great man I know you are going to be-"

    "I going to my room, " I sigh, pushing my chair backwards and standing up. 

    "Don't you dare walk out that door Abraham. I am not finished talking to you."

    "But I'm done listening, " with that final statement dropped, I walked out of the dining roof and climbed up the stairs to my room. 

    My father has always been strict. But I know he loves me. I just don't get why he can't accept that I'm not joining the army. 

    I'm still seething when there's a knock at the door. 

    "Go away, " I mumble.

    "Open the damn door, Abe. I'm not your mommy."

    "What do you want Josh?" I ask while standing up and walking towards the door. 

    It swings open in my face, nearly hitting my nose. 

    Josh walks in. "You forgot your dessert."

    "Did mom send you here to talk to me?"

    "No one sent me, Abe. You know how dad behaves pisses me off too. The difference, is I don't go tagging with my friends because he upsets me."

    "Was that supposed to make me feel better?" I ask, going to sit next to Josh on the couch. He offers me the plate if brownies, I try one.

    "No, it wasn't." I'm not sure whether to appreciate his honesty. "What's up with you and Eli?" He asks. 

    The question surprises me. "Bro, we just met."

    "I know. I mean, what do you think of her?"

    "I think she's lonely."

    "Aren't we all?"

    "Come on, Josh. Let's play." I get up from the couch and move to the television set. After a minute of reconnecting wires and adjusting the settings, I grab my gamepad and go and sit next to Josh on the couch. 

    "What are we playing?" He asks through a mouthful of brownies. 

    I wrinkle my nose, chuckling nonetheless. "Chew your food, man."

    The TV screen lights up with the logo for Sony, then Nintendo. Playing Mario Kart with my little brother Josh is easily the best kind of therapy for me. Especially since I'm undefeated. Josh says it is because we always use my game console but I believe its because I truly am an expert. 

    "Three, " Josh starts the count down to match the numbers on the screen. 

    "Two." We exchange a look. My heart rate has spiked. I can already feel the adrenalin from the race. 

    We chorus the final number. "One."

    Let the games begin.

  • mysery 11h

    Hellcat 4

    ©mysery
    Chapter One - Part IV

    Two hours later, the man dismisses us. I have finished three of my two hundred hours of community service. 

    I slip on my hoodie even though it's the middle of the day and stuff my earbuds into my ears. The loud music ricochets within my ear canals and creates an ache in my head I have grown to live with. I'm listening to Coldplay as I walk to my home. 

    A quick stop at MacDonald's for a sack of greasy food and a pack of beer, then I begin the journey home. 

    One year ago, I lived with my older brother Lucas. I was raised by Lucas when my father went to prison for killing my mom. Lucas witnessed the murder, he was nineteen at the time. I was only two years old, so I don't remember much of it. Dad went to prison and Lucas adopted me. He raised me like a father. I've visited my biological father once while he has been in prison. That was on my sixteenth birthday. It's one of the memories I'll rather forget. 

    If Lucas is such a great older brother, why am I now living alone? The answer is simple. Two years ago, he started dating this leech called Vanessa or Vincentia or something along those lines. I thought their relationship was not serious. I hoped it was not serious. 

    But then Lucas started blowing me off to hang out with her. When she got pregnant and he proposed to her I knew that was the end of my relationship with my older brother. I packed up my stuff and left. For the first two days, I slept on the street. One day Lucas intercepted me and gave me an offer.

    That was when I started living at my current place. Lucas pays all the bills and gives me monthly allowances. In exchange, I go to school and try my best to keep my grades above average. 

    But after I got arrested, Lucas found out I've been using drugs and he reduced my allowance so I can only afford what I need. It's become much harder for me to pay my dealer, who also happens to be a former high school classmate of mine. 

    Jake dropped out in freshman year. We met at a bar and he introduced me to the world of dope. I've taken LSD, meth, Mary Jane and dope. But the substance I am truly hooked to is Ecstasy. 

    I call Jake and we meet in the back alley of my dilapidated apartment building. In the safety of my apartment, I swallow four pills and wash it down with booze. 

    I finish off my cheeseburger and take two more pills of Xanax with some more cheap beer. The combination of booze and pills leaves me lightheaded and blissful. 

    Despite what most people think about drug addicts, I actually know what the pills are doing to me. The Xanax is a prescription drug for my panic attacks. It helps calm me down. I started taking the ecstasy to go with when I realised I was becoming immune to the anxiety pills.

     The MDMA increases levels of serotonin and dopamine. It alters my mood and makes me feel... What's the word? Joyous. I feel alive after taking my daily pills. It certainly helps me to focus on my sculpting which I do in the living room.

    My apartment building is simple enough. There is a bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. I have a bed, wardrobe and desk in my bedroom. The living room is decorated with my sculpture equipment and a set of plastic folding table and chairs. There's a fridge and a stove in the kitchen. But I don't cook and my fridge is almost always empty. 

    The faucet doesn't drip, the painting isn't chipped inside and the door has a lock. Not a bad place for an unemployed seventeen-year-old.

    With a bottle in hand, I go to my room. There are homework books scattered on my bed, I contemplate finishing the history project I have due tomorrow. The thought makes me laugh out loud. I finish the bottle an light a joint, grabbing a hoodie and stepping out of the building. At first, I never locked my door. I didn't think there was anything worth stealing inside. 

    Until someone stole my sofa while I was at school. I didn't get a new one, but I had learned my lesson.

    The roof of the building provides excellent views of the starless sky overhead and the slum I live in beneath. New Jersey is a beautiful city, but the southeast is crap. A rat scurries past me, and I laugh as I watch it hide under a pizza box. 

    "This is my life!!" I scream into the darkness of the night. This is who I am. This is who I have become. I'm not sure whether I like it. 

    In spite of the hoodie, the weather feels too chilly, and I decide to retire for the night. I'm pretty sure I turned off the music but there's a loud thumping in my eardrums as I begin to stagger back into the building. I don't know how I make it to my apartment in one piece. 

    Stumbling over clothes and school books lazily strewn over the surface of my bedroom, I topple on the bed in a heap of tired bones.

    The last thought that crosses my mind as my head hits the pillow and I drift into the sweet nothing of unconsciousness could have a jarring effect on my mind if I were sober.  

    Is this who I want to be?

  • imgarima 12h

    अपनी परिस्थिति को शब्दों में पिरोकर,
    कागज़ पर उतार देती हूँ,
    लिख कर कविताएं मन का बोझ दबा देती हूँ,
    परेशान करता है भीड़ का हिस्सा बने रहना मुझको,
    इसलिए कलम के साथ जोड़ कर खुद को,
    कुछ देर सुकून का पा लेती हूँ...!!

    ~गरिमा प्रसाद
    ©imgarima

  • timvaughn_ 12h

    Seeking wisdom requires waiting on the Lord.
    The fruit's of waiting produces hope,
    Expectation, and longing.
    Understanding forms in your heart for waiting
    On the Lord.
    In ALL thing's seek understanding,
    For understanding will guard your life and add year's to you.
    Be wise above ALL things and find life not death.
    Those who hate wisdom love death,
    And those who love wisdom love life.
    God's Knight,
    Tim Vaughn
    ©timvaughn_

  • timvaughn_ 12h

    There is no wisdom in foolishness,
    and no foolishness in wisdom.
    ©timvaughn_

  • sadiyaa 13h

    Her fugacious smile bastilled my heart's peace.
    And in this heim-weh, I died a halcyonic death.
    ©sadiyaa