Writers Anonymous by Writers Anonymous

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Anonymous I Confusion Over time I have no control. Each day is an image carefully stated. It's up to the subconscious to store whats created. Is this where reality comes into play? Or is it my illusions that get in the way? Do I really see life for what it truly may be? Or is it destiny diluting me? Have you ever been down the path of illusion, scattered with pain, pleasure and confusion? Am I learning the lessons that were set forth before me? Or am I playing a game that only I can see? Confusion is now all that I know, for you see ... I HAVE NO CONTROL.

DAMAGED DAMAGED yet I managed to pick myself up. DAMAGED yet I still gave others my trust. DAMAGED yes I still put a smile on my face. DAMAGED I am my own saving grace. DAMAGED and the scars still run deep. DAMAGED on the inside, but on the outside I'm free. DAMAGED that's me.

(Now go back and read this again, but this time, read only the second line in each one)

The Heart Doesn't Lie The swooshes and clicks are all there. Listen carefully and they'll expose themselves to you. The unrythmed beating of my life. Painfully clear and captured in very few photos. More and more the murmur shows presence. Fading out the feel good moments of my existence.

The Weak Side Didn't Win Dauntless I've become showing fear to none Defenestrate the mental state that consumes you Like a decoy your anxiety had ploy too Conquer and take control of your thoughts that leave you restless

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Anonymous II An Open Letter It starts here. I refuse to love someone who won't fight for me. Who won't put in what I put in Who won't care as much as I care I will do anything for the ones who care for me I will break my back for you I will hurt others for you I will hurt me, for you But If you don't show me you love I won't give a damn about you I won't care for you I won't fight for you I won't break me, for you Cuz In the end, I have God and me He won't hurt me, neither will I He loves me too much...I love me too me much To let you, someone we both love Hurt me I love you to the moon and back But you don't get it So find yourself And leave me out of it

Honor & Tribute To the dads out there that make a difference in their kids lives: we get up every morning, go to work, attend parent-teacher conferences, shuttle the kids here & there, from everything like doctor appointments to practice after school. Or to grandmas while we handle "man bu sin e ss" ( lo l) . H e lp with homework, stay up with the kiddos when they're sick. And, for the most part, we don't get much thanks. And even if it's given, a real father doesn't think it should even be said, because this is our job. This is our lives. This IS who we are. What we are. Dads. Being a dad changes us, makes us better men. So for those that have noticed, Thank You. For those that are real dads, keep doing what you've been doing.

Puzzled How you gone call a meeting and you da problem??

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Anonymous III A Confession (of sorts) I must confess, I’m under to much stress Even though I know that I’ m truly blessed I went down into the valley of sleep Where the trees grew thick and the paths were steep Camouflage clad in my gear and boot Me, myself and I were the only recruits Here is where I waged a war on myself Leveled everything in sight until nothing was left Faceless corpses as far as the eye could see Until I was close enough to see that each one was me I felt fearful and fell back to regroup Gathered my gear and searched for my troops Seeing no one I began my retreat I could feel my heart beating from my head to my feet

No More Fear

And when I returned from this valley of death I sat at the side of my bed….here is where I wept

I’ve got battle scars from wars Where there was no one fighting but me And images trapped in my mind Of things that I did not see My heart’s filled with anger Over things that I can not control I’m so tired of fighting I feel the fatigue in my soul I have said so many things That have fallen on deaf ears All I have left is death And of that I hold no fear 13

Character Assassin

The Light

You are a murderer Committing verbal homicide You're not satisfied Until someone’s spirit Has died Throughout war’s history In order for there to be victory There had to be death Followed oppression and misery Although it’s someone else’s feelings And not blood on your hands You are still just as guilty Of killing that man You have been convicted As you stood accused With the lyrical ammunition That you chose to use You didn’t leave any forensic evidence Or DNA Just those hurtful words That you just had to say You forgot love and ignored compassion As you took on the roll Of character assassin As this may be a crime That you commit everyday Holster your weapon Be mindful of the things that you say Because the skill that you display When you slay someone else May be the same as the ones You use to condemn yourself

She wakes up crying In the middle of the night Too afraid to be touched Paralyzed with fright In the middle of her bed In the center of her room In the midst of the darkness Surrounded by gloom She looks all around her Into the depths of the void Are there eyes watching her? Or is she paranoid? Her chocolate brown skin Soiled with sin A child herself With a baby to tend I reach out to her And hold her tight To let her know Everything will be alright “There is no need to fear I’m staying right here Here is your shoulder to cry on Let me wipe away those tears” I heard her wake up crying In the middle of the night I held both of those babies After I turned on the light.

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Anonymous IV

Yet Again Thought it was more than it was...assumptions always mistaken...held captive by what could be...but what it is...is nothing...no substance...just empty promises of what will be...in the future...but the future starts now.... so why are my hands still empty? Why are those hollow words the only thing that resonates in my mind? I want more, yet distance sets the boundaries of our circumstance. So hands grasp nothing but air...heart longs for companionship...willing to sacrifice more than you know for all that I want...yet sometimes life just doesn't work that way...so here I sit...love struck and lonely laughing at myself....looking like so many before meâ&#x20AC;Ś

...It will!!!!

it makes no sense...since i gave my all and that wasn't enough...i can't FOOL self for long...for so long dreams where evaded...then the mirage appeared...leading me to a place totally invented in my mind...a place where only i dwelled...snapped back violently...to the reality of what it is...this was nothing more then a moment in time...for whatever reason...You...hold disdain for me...harboring hatred in your heart for all the love that i wanted to share...for all the love i had give....because love hurts...and you're hurt... from things way before me...in your past...from scars on your heart....all of which i was willing to kiss away...but away we went...not together...in two different directions...You... veering off the path...Me... too high on love to realize you left me behind....so right now...i cry... not for you...but for me...for the fact that i give my love so freely...knowing deep down i love too hard for that...this pain has no take backs...I'm fucked... with my soul gaped open...emotions left bare....I wanna believe you care...but the way i feel makes it hard to believe I'm there...ANYWHERE... near your heart...you where my everything....not as in I need you to breathe...but as I wanted you to see that... i was all you would need...everything

had

o f f e r. . . a l l

companionship...support...understanding...everything...to

you...but

that

love... wasn't

enough...for you....or anyone else in my life's past...but this was the last straw i had...left with nothing more to give...no more hopeless romantic here...that boat has sailed...it's just me and my belief that....one day it'll all make sense...~

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Anonymous V

The Palindromic Paralysis Atop of the Alliteration Apex

In the EYE The EWE ; this TENET has SOLO STATS. To SUSUS for SHAHS, and SAGAS on RADAR. MAMAM sings MINIM, and ALULA brushes the ANANA. To DERED the CIVIC, and to DEWED the MADAM. A KAYAK of LEMEL is LEVEL and SEDES. SELES from SEMES REFER to TOROT.

Process prohibitions and positive pilings. Forbear the fragrant fuming filings. Nocturnal and numeric neuron-paths so Nice. Plagiarism, Profanity puked up for a Price. Malignant, metamorphosis materialized in melancholy mud. Dear dread dead derailed duped and drugged. Cosmic Consciousness charismatic and corrupt. Sequences sacrament subcutaneous surreal. Telephonic torturous telepathic thrills. Banditâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s barbarous barbiturates baring born blame and beasts. Feverish reverently flavoring feasts

RUN Put away the wine and the bread; fall away from the table and bed. Grab that Holy book on your way out of the door, so that you will know the plan. Love the scenery as you run right by it. Keep your focus clear; drain the tears from your eyes. Wench as the branches beat your face. Tread slow down hill so that your do not break your leg. Run- Run -Run as fast as you can.

Make pretend that you are that little sweet gingery man. Don’t look back, you may turn to salt. The hills are treacherous, may have to slow down a bit- but do not walk. Say to yourself all those little silent prayers. Please ignore the bomb blasts as they suck out the air. With luck you will find a cave or a place to hide. Hopefully no one will come and look inside. Maybe you can dig a hole and cover yourself up. Maybe you can climb a tree and hope that no one looks up.

This will seem as a nightmare, but this is far worst. It is the culmination of your every fear let loose on earth. You will see things that will make your breath short. You will witness atrocities that will threaten to stop your heart. Be careful who you encounter as you flee your old life. Do not stop for any man; if you cross paths with anyone run as fast as you can.

Too bad you didn’t bring anything to slit your wrists. Death is on vacation; the bible says, “… you won’t be able to find it”. The wrath of lamb has been unleashed upon the earth. No one can be trusted- not even whom you birthed. This is all out war so remember your plans. No matter what, remember to run as fast as you can

3 Centuries of Devils Peter the First and follower of Christ; St. Linus the second bred on Italian wine. St. Antacletus the third a martyr-no less; St Clement the clergyman of Roman decent. St. Evaristus the divider of the parish lines; Second century St. Alexander the creator of feasts divine. St. Sixtus and St. Telesporus, Romans of the Eastern Sect; St. Hyginus and St. Pius died for their interlect. St Anicetus Long hair don’t care; St Soter welcomed the Easter affair. St. Eleuturas the Greek, murder for good; St. Victor and St. Zepherinas wanted Theotus of Byzantium’s blood. Calixtus I, Urban I, Pontain, Anterus Fabian and Cornelius, all saints with broken halos and Roman memorabilia. Lucious I, Stephen I, and Sixtus II; Dionysius, Felix I, Eutician, Caius, and Marcellinus, survived the third century with no repentance.

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Anonymous VI These Hands

Give me your hands… These are the hands that for a lifetime of happiness Will hold and protect my heart throughout the years These are the hands that will at countless times

These are the hands that will lift you up

Wipe from my eyes joyful and sometimes sorrowful tears.

To God in prayer all the days of your life These are the hands that will give love, affection,

These are the hands that will always comfort me That will hold me when my mind is filled with fear or grief

And commitment; never bitterness or strife.

These are the hands that will look into my eyes

God help us to build a relationship

Brush my face with reassurance given me a sense of relief. Here take my hands…

Founded on your grace without life’s stress Hold both of us in your hands. Each of us without the other will prove to be useless.

These are the hands that will encourage and help you

Tenderly and gently, in our hands we hold each other’s love,

To conquer your destiny, every dream, and all your hopes.

We will cherish what has been sent to us from the heavens above.

These are the hands that will give you strength and support, Through difficult times to help you cope.

Oh Lord, here I am Oh Lord, here is he

These are the hands that will massage tension from your neck and back

Oh Lord, here are we

When your day has been filled with many extremes.

Oh God we are in your Hands.

These are the hands that will passionately love and cherish you Calm you and make you feel like royalty with the highest esteem.

Our Testimony The Red Carpet Experience AND THE WINNER OF THE BEST SUPPORTING HELP MEET IS... The crowd erupts with thunderous applause as the presenter calls out my name!!!! I'm neither shocked nor surprised that I won. For this is a role I was destined for. I had already been shown a sneak preview of our destiny. Take 1... Take 2... Take 3... I had plenty of practice before I got it right on this final take. Notes in hand... I walk towards the stage. I looked out to the audience. They are standing on their feet united in a standing ovation. Sure, there are a few murmurs in the crowd. They are the understudies from the past. They secretly pray to take my place and/or yours. They are not equipped with the skills needed to reach yours or my destiny. Only we can play this leading role. They don't know the amount of work we put into prayer and fasting. They don't know that amount of times forgiveness was needed when we allowed our lips to speak without waiting on the teleprompter, the Holy Spirit, to give us the words to say. I didn't thank God first on purpose. He is the center of attraction and He deserves all the praise. For He is the creator of us. Our lives, our love, our oneness were designed by His thoughts. He is the Author of our bio and the Finisher of our Faith. The climatic end to my speech belongs to Him. I unroll my scroll. And I begin... "First, before I get started on my speech, I want to bring to the stage the winner of the... “Best Supporting Husband” award, “Outstanding Leader” award, and “Best Soul Mate of the Year” award... The crowd erupts again as I lovingly call out your name, As I walk to the edge of the stage and beckon you to join me. 22

I reminisced… The very first time I met you, I was still searching for the next episode of my life. I was looking stage left before I realized God had sent you stage-right in front of me. I forgot the audience for a minute. On set, center stage, it seems like just us. LIGHTS... CAMERAS... When I look into your loving and caring eyes next to me, And your masculine body embraced me on stage and.... When your lips kissed my lips… My heart went into ACTION!!!! I crumbled the scroll of notes I prepared with help from other writers. “This life wasn't created by man's hands or plan, neither should my speech be.” I begin my unrehearsed speech. "I want to thank my friend, my lover, my deepest love and my gift from God. I've wasted my time on "actors" and likewise, you've wasted years with "actresses". God had already written the masterpiece from the beginning but we tried self-directing. Two thumbs down!!! Epic failure!!!! We even attempted to preempt our destiny with our own plans. Our commercials breaks just prolonged the premier of an award-winning romantic series. After many failed attempts, we finally turned the pen of all lives back over to God, And committed to take on the roles God had preordained. Our life is an array of genres... Action-packed, comedic, adventure, educational, Fantasy, spiritual, romantic and sometimes a thriller with wonder surprises. It will be a horrific ending to let the enemy gain access to the remote to control us or Allow him to interrupt or cross our signals. Never any drama… Well... sometimes when one of us throws in a VHS, hits rewind and take us back to an old rerun. We've had our share of nighttime and daytime drama in our past. Oh! How melodramatic!!! We were once "young and restless". We were both searching until God led us to each other with His "guiding light". "As the world turns", I thank God for your patience when I act like I'm from "another world". 23

Now… You support me; Making me bold and [never cease to tell me I'm] beautiful. We shall forever be together all the “days of our lives". We have but "one life to live" and I'm glad God scheduled the rest of my life to be with you. God stepped in while we were yet "search[ing] for tomorrow." On stage, our lives are finally broadcasted to help others find and keep what we share. Our lives have been an example and we are teachers of what love is; The ones to encourage others that God can mend broken hearts and Love and fear don’t mix… And distrust, discord and strife requires a spiritual antenna adjustment. We are motivators to the masses. Reaching homes in many nations. Touching lives on different frequency stations. You are the winner of The Best Man in a Comedic Role, because you're my reason for laughter. You are the winner of The Best Choreographer award, because I no longer dance alone. You are the reason the words "I love you" sounds like a sweet melody, And the reason you're the winner of the Best Spoken Lyrics of a Romantic Composition award. Prayer is our regularly scheduled programming. Love is a life-long, never-ending marathon. Our vows are set on the DVRs in our minds To keep our hearts from tuning in to another channel. Because of you, my smile is on constant replay. There's no official award winning category, But you are the winner of the coveted... "Best Man in my Life's Journey" award.” … I give God His deserving accolades. I end my speech with these words as the orchestra begins to play… “This is our Reality [show]...” “This is our Destiny…” This is Our Testimony... Written and directed by God." For the author’s contact information, send an e-mail to writersanonmag@gmail.com with “Anonymous VI” in the subject line.

Anonymous VII

Untitled Man is not at the top of the food chain Ask a lion, tiger or bear Enter their domain Without a rifle, rounds or a snare Hunt with your hands Like they do with their claws Depend solely upon on your own strength And natureâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s laws Humility would dictate It is not and the are not game When the field is actually level And no one is playing

Untitled How do you find comfort in uncomfortable zones? With the means to have meat, but settle for bones? Constantly fucking yourself bucking the systems design Knowing all too well that its structure never had your success in mind By design, you were intended to grind, to lead the blind, to remain in a bind To seek after the top rung, the glass ceiling and never find the right ladder to climb I wonder How you consistently find any comfort in the fact That the lofty positions are the result of the blood of your body, the sweat of your brow and the breaking of your back?

WORK! Fuck your feelings! (Now that I have your attention) Toot your own horn. Pat yourself on the back. Give yourself a break. Create a plan. Take a risk. Follow your own dreams. Pay yourself. Make room for others. REPEAT!

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Anonymous VIII

The Fear The fear is not of love itself, but of love unreturned.

Believe It Or Not Love , at its most basic level, is a series of successive sacrificial, humbly performed acts of submission.

Ummm May I—Can we Sleep together? And by “sleep” I do not mean have sex I mean “sleep” Together On my pillow Under my blankets In my bed Or yours? With your head on my chest Am my arms wrapped around you. With the thermostat set to sixty eight degrees in the winter? Cold enough to Cuddle closer No talking Just sleeping Blissfully Happy Silent Rest? Please? For the author’s contact information, send an e-mail to writersanonmag@gmail.com with “Anonymous VIII” in the subject line.

Anonymous IX

Untitled I used to feel like my heart has been "broken" and my life was "shattered" when relationships ended for me. At the same time, I would say I wanted someone to "build" something with me... What were we building if it could be broken so easily? I don't need something beautiful and made of glass to gaze upon. I need a love that can house me... Shelter me... Cover me.... My past loves were all pouring foundation for me to build upon I'm strong because of it. Thank you

Untitled I wanna be like water to you Thirst-quenching Soothing when it's hot Glistening on your skin Refreshing and pure

Goodnite It's this place When i lay here between my wide awake and my being deep asleep, U show up in my mind... I see u standing and it's almost like u are waiting for me to speak... Words race in my mind of all the ways I want to tell u how I want u to love me Thoughts bounce around aimlessly about how u make me feel just by u being who u are.... Amazing... I wanna tell u.. But when I do, things will change. We won't laugh the way we did... We wont be as candid as we have been in our past And everything we have been trying to build, un-build or rebuild would be for naught.... So instead of using my thoughts to build a future with u, I keep them to build my wall reinforced with mortar moistened by my tears And the sweat of my fears... Behind my wall I write poems about u that u will never know are about u.... Because I am too much of a coward to be authentically me with u... I scroll past ur name in my phone bout 30 times a day... But even with a touch screen I can't make myself dial u... Or accidentally dial u.. I tell myself... Imma call him tomorrow... Yeah.... Tomorrow... .... But I don't call nobody half right... Except maybe my besties And usually... That's a text... In fact, I'm embarrassed to even tell them about u..... Cuz I haven't done all I can to let u know Im not just okay with liking u only... They might judge me like I do... Its this place When I'm done bein a superhero... When its okay to let my guard down.... .... I still can't Barely awake... Barely asleep.... I see u almost every night... But imma roll over and do as I normally do.... And I'll call u tomorrow and tell u.... Yeah.... Tomorrow... For the authorâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s contact information, send an e-mail to writersanonmag@gmail.com with â&#x20AC;&#x153;Anonymous IX in the subject line.

Anonymous X

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