A Thought on Easter (another thing :S)
Take a deep breath for there is no better tour
into the world of poets and writers than this. Since our pens are ultimate yet
lethal weapons, I dedicate to this little thought.
I believe hubpages is intended for me and you – ordinary people making their way through life , experiencing life’s ups and downs. It creates an opportunity for people of different ages and backgrounds to say what is on their minds, share their experiences and shed light on more important issues in life.
When no one is ready to listen, or when you feel down , let this be just a like home, where you feel free to speak what in on your mind without being prejudged or prejudiced. I also hope that one day this community will emerge into a cozy place where we get rid of out masks and make our way through life clearer by the help of our pens and pen mates, by sharing thoughts and experiences for sometimes, the only cure to emptiness is sharing .
So Why do we Write?
We’ve tried all sorts of weapons, when all have failed to make us visible or audible, out pens were our last resort. I’ve created this group to make others listen to us, rather than silencing our various attempts to reach out . This is a place to share hopes, dreams, failures, and all what life throws to us.
Remember: Our pens’ creations are images on our lives( in a way or another )
The most dismal chapters of your life have been written with scars and pain
Trapped unaware between the living and the dead, was it inhumane?
The hopeless cries you raised for heaven seeking redemption
Found no listening ears no heart to forgive you have become forsaken
For heaven’s fury has struck your pride with unlimited damnation
You walk alone in the dark’s stinging mist
Grasping a shadow of life you wish it'd exist
“You fall on your knees you beg you plead Can I be someone else
For the times I hate myself!” (by skillet: imperfection )
Filled with lonely verses of your own, on a dark night
You walk to loneliness hoping yet you have no light
Alone, again, trying to hold on
To pain you have become prone
The scars burn to the bones for eternity
Claiming every single thread of your humanity
Hello! Hello? Is any one here?
Now filled with agony and fear
You touch your chest searching for your heart
It seems that you and he finally had to depart
An empty hole claims the spot
And you are damned to rot
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