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Lawrence Hall 6m

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

Every Morning Begins with Sunlit Hope

Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 33

Every morning begins with sunlit hope
Perhaps an echo of the Passover seder
“Why is this morning unlike all other mornings?”
Because this day our hope will be fulfilled

But it isn’t

The arrows of the pharaoh darken the sun
His beatings and executions extinguish light
We work and sweat and bleed, and are still found wanting
We take to our beds in exhaustion, and we dream

Next year in Jerusalem

Every morning begins with sunlit hope -
Maybe tomorrow will be the dawn of freedom

Meme-ing from Shakespeare's Sonnet 33

WILLIAM WORTHLESS 11m

friend in need

if you have a dog you have friend indeed
always there for you when ever your in need
they know when your sad down and feeling blue
right there by your side there to comfort you

they give there love to you that is true and free
your friend forever more they will always be
they will never leave you or ever run away
they are there for you until there dying day

Arlo Disarray 13m

cutting my strings

does it make you feel
like a big, strong man
to bring up my dead dad
and call him a loser
for being so sad?
and then to compare me
to him
like i don’t
stand a chance
to go anywhere
and i may as well
give up
and go to hell
because i’m already
living there
every day
is a nightmare
when i should be
following my dreams
and not my fears
but i’ve been fighting
with these feelings
for several years
i’ve cried the seven seas
worth of tears
and i’m done with this ****
i no longer want you here
i don’t need your negativity
dragging my bones through the dirt
i’m tired of being broken
and hurt
as you tear and rip
me down to nothing
and steal away my worth
i was put on this earth
for more than your
petty entertainment
my strings are being cut
and i’m no longer
letting you have control
it’s my world now, baby
and there’s a fire
blazing in my soul

#freedom #divorce #depression #anxiety #fear #pain #hurt

Alexis 19m

Hometown

The city limits bring huge sighs of relief,
As this comfort of home is so bitter and sweet.

Years spent apart put things in perspective,
These roots still run deep and leave me infected.

Purple mountain peaks that once seem unnoticed,
Look over the valley and the clear shoreline forests.