Black Oblivion

Black Oblivion
Have you ever been so depressed
You stopped crying?
Numb
To the crashing
And all you can do is watch it fall.
Simple pains of everlasting
Black Oblivion.
Dreams-
Sucked away.
No depth exists in an endless sick, dark sea.
Life-
Is meaningless
And now forgotten.
Eternally the Bermuda Triangle.
Once you hit bottom, Rock bottom
There is only one way to go-Up.
Sure! Yeah right!-Face it
There is no surfacing.
I am:
Null-Void-Done.

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Gone!

In the cold pale morn

Her cold dead lips

She wasn’t in love

She never was

The death that took her was

Excrestionating

Doctors diagnosed

Depression

But that’s not

Why she died

She died

Despair

Loneliness

Because

No one cared

No one called

Her on the phone

She had no one

No one even

Knew where

She lived

At work

She was overlooked

The best in her field

No one

Noticed

Her friends

Shorn

Quit

Of

But

Cared
Or so they called

Themselves

Described her

As

Withdrawn

Quit

Shy

Soft-spoken

Very timid

Around guys

She died

Because

No one

Loved her

Her heart

Broke

Lack of

Affection

One day

From the lack of human contact

She decided

To disappear

What’s the use?

No one cares

She thought

All they do is

Give me abuse

Physical

Mental

Sexual

I get bullied

And harassed

At work some weirdo jerk grabs

The day she

Lack of love

No one noticed

See the empty shell

She was still

Alive to them

My ass

Died from

They didn’t

The distant look

No one realized

Until it was to late

By then she was gone

Gone was her

They didn’t

Realize

In her eyes

In it’s place

Was a blank

Smile

Her laugh

Sonic face

Loss

When I Woke Up
I woke up to an empty space
That place where I would see your face
The pillow cold, the covers neat
Our big old dog lay at my feet…
…Waiting for me to get up.

I got up to an empty space
I made my coffe in the same old place
Your cup sits empty in the cupboard there
On the counter some breakfast we used to share…
…I cannot eat.

I walked out to an empty space
I drew a smile upon my face
But deep inside my heart would cry
Sometimes so bad I thought I’d die…
…and I do.

 

Never-ending Thoughts

Never-ending Thoughts

My thoughts are many, but fragments;
Each one not making any sense on its own.

Haven’t quite figured out how to put all the pieces together;
Perhaps…no, that would be the easy way out.

Each end looking for a beginning;
Each beginning keeps starting over.

Is it the past merely repeating itself?
Or is it trying to teach a lesson that can’t be learned?

The answer is somewhere between the beginning and the end.

Because the end, ultimately, is death

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Hell Is Real

La ilaha illal lahu Muhammadur rasulul lah
Hell Is Real
I went into my classroom,
Ready for another year at school,
I didn’t want the work,
Just wanted to hang and be cool.
I had on new clothes,
New sneaks on my feet,
I was there for class on time,
Went to the back and took my seat.
Yeah, I’m moving up,
I’m already grown,
Soon I’ll be graduating,
And out on my own.
I talked to some of my friends,
We were all having fun,
Said some things I shouldn’t have said,
Did stuff I shouldn’t have done.
I knew I was different,
I felt God touch my heart,
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I’d be set apart.
Walking to the bus,
I was not looking for strength,
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now it’s too late.
I’m standing in this room,
And I can see the heavenly gate,
Oh no! I never prayed,
I thought I had time to get it straight.
An angel walked to me,
He had a book in his hand,
I knew it was the Book of Life,
When would this dream end?
I told him my name,
And he began to look,
then he looked at me sadly and said,
Your name is not in this book.
Angel, this is a dream,
No, I can’t be dead!
He closed the book and turned away,
He whispered-You cannot proceed ahead.
No…no this can’t be real,
Angel, you can’t turn me away,
Let me talk to God,
Maybe he’ll let me stay.
He led me to the gate,
Allah came to me,
He did not let me in but said,
Beloved what is your need?
Allah, I cried, please,
Don’t cast me away from you,
Tears ran down my face as he said,
You knew what you needed to do.
Lord, please I’m young,
I never thought I would die,
I thought I’d have plenty of time,
Death caught me by surprise.
Lord, I went to mosque,
Please Allah, I believe,
He said you would not accept me,
My love you would not receive.
Lord, there were too many hypocrites,
they weren’t being true,
He took a step back and asked,
What does that have to do with you?
Lord, my family claimed to be saved,
They weren’t real, you know
I fell to my knees crying to him,
Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow,
I couldn’t make Him understand,
I had never–felt such sorrow.
Then it hit me hard, I said,
Lord, where will I go?
He looked into my eyes and said,
My child you already know.
Please Allah, I begged,
The place is so hot,
He whispered, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT.
Lord, you’re supposed to love,
How can you send me to damnation?
He replied, with your mouth you said you loved me,
But each day you rejected my salvation.
With that in an instant,
Day turned into night,
I never knew such torture could be,
Now too late, I know the Quran is right.
If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age,
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God and full of rage.
You know, I thought it was funny–a joke,
But this one thing is true,
If you never accept Allah
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!
So please, ask Him into your heart
Please show this to everyone you care about(which should be
everybody)

Grief

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a person
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A child is stricken and destroyed
There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
the little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray
Emptiness builds a home in this woman
in this girl; this child where hollows have bred
a deepening sea of no-whereness consumes
and eats away at every connecting thread
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

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