I feel an agitated sadness in my stomach forming into a depression i can feel coming up through my throat like vomit. Pouring out even from the empty cavity in my chest, the arid case of my body mentally and emotionally at the same time raging like a river the emotion of pain wanting to release its stream through my eyes yet i don’t let it. For what good would that do

I feel an agita…

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Not alot of people even think about wanting to go to hell.or dying.. But do you kno wat ur gettin into if you make it to heaven? im gonna give you a point of view and you tell me if you believ the hype afterwards. Its a paradise. an oasis if u will. no violence, no sadness no lost loved ones no danger. sounds perfect. but fer how long will it b that way? your bliss will begin to…”Decay” if you will , once your lovely afterlife becomes routinely perfect. when you become disgusted by the fact that there will Never be anything to run from , ne’er in sight will there be anything thrilling. your anxiety fades within you as u find out Paradise is extremely lack-luster, making your life there obsolete. and to make more sense of this. the reason … the SOLE reason that we contemplate the existence of Hell is simply cus’ an angel got bored. even Jesus plans on visiting again. mistake me not. i am not trying to sway u. As mind numbing as the oasis is As youre fed on those silver platters with golden spoons i hope this entices you to keep the spoon and dig through those clouds back to reality….For your sake of course.. with my point proven i only have to ask u do u believe the hype now?

Prisoner in Heaven- a poem by Devonta Boston

Speak boldly: state the truth…yet wish no one into harm.
For what one does with deceit: another can do with charm.

Tell the world of your imagination and rely on your senses…yet you must take head against the warnings.
For you can be outspoken and feel truly free: but you may cease to live another morning.

Let your emotions show, and your feelings known…but do not wear them; put them were you can manage.
For your heart may be innocent and pure: But the goals of some are to take advantage.

So be all things [considerate,wise,young] that you are…nothing you are not.
For is you speak boldly within your aspect: you will always have found what you sought.

Speak boldly

Joy for Joy, and Pain for Pain:those who live by the power of hate.
You can not love those who are imperfect and hate others for their imperfections.
Who deserves hate?
For all are sinners and all have hurt and likewise have been hurt.
Love those… there fore you
Trust those… who show faith in you
Care for those… Those…
Those are the people who have hurt you…
Care for them, Show Kindness
Not Weakness
That you may prove witness to this love. Live by the power of love.
For you can not hate those for their imperfections and love others who are imperfect

Reciprocated- a poem I wrote

Reciprocal

I am willing to lift up any soul come under to me for shelter
To the best of thy power, to the lengths of thy ability…
Thou shalt not falter
Give me the hands of those in need, take them at will.
Turn no one down who asks for little, in need of much…
For he that turns away has and will face the very torment of their onlookers
…onlooking
Thou shalt not falter
Thou shalt not fall into the pit of darkness..
For there is always light, there is always hope.
Empathize.. and participate…
Sympathize… and leave not to fate…
What desicions you make…
and
Thou Shalt Not Falter

Thou Shalt Not Falter- an original poem

Those who are gone suffere no more.
After they shut there eyes, the doors are closed.
The horrible is no more known, no more felt, no more shown–
Shown to others or themselves, it is no longer possible.
Grieve, because yes, this is normal and an inevitable sight for all.
But do not stay this way your whole life…for they do not grieve…do they?
Those who are gone, are not gone completely.
Discover them within yourself, Always living.
Forgive all who are like yourself- imperfect..human…mortal.
Live to live freely for those who go against this ….
Come constant pain, grief, constant worry ….
They know not of what to do, where to go
-for life is lost without its meaning
-meaning- being human; meaning being: forgiveness-moving on.
Move on from all and all shall continue -whether or not you do-
Those who continue to be; even through death, move on.
Dedicated to Alex Williams

Those- an original poem

If this be the end, let it be for the sake of your contentment.
NOT on behalf of my soul shall you decide…. for you would have no say- …in which the say is entirely yours…
Because if so only from me to you, love is evident
I cannot deny :
the hope I had for our future, or the fact that our future is set
If you do not refuse this, then there the dreams still stands… Never to be forgotten and likewise never to forget…
You…
For, if it is the same… the same dream, the same hope, and the same love…then and only then shall we meet again.
When we meet there should be openness, vigor and strength-
Correction, if we meet, because it is still chanced whether or not we are fated
..But to think…
Since we were mated…
The decision…
Was never mine to make in the first place…

The Decision- an original poem