The questions that need answers

Write about any questions you have, funny, sad, hurtful
Keep them short, interesting
Two weeks
Two entries per poet
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Why did you care??
Tell me, why did you care?
Why the hugs and kisses
The love and understanding
I need to know..
Why did you love me?
Why did you promise
To stay forever?
When all you did
Was die.

This got me so emotional, thanks for the submission, love you

It has gotten a bit longer, but it's a question I can't answer:


God's ways

When the car arrived and you didn't look.
When you walked across the road.
The doctor said "there is no hope",
and tears were flowing down.

The darkness in my heart won't fade and nothing can replace
what made that hole deep in my soul, where are all these days
when happiness and laughter were all we shared?

As someone grabs my heart and tries to rip it out
I'm waiting for a voice inside my head to shout

"Not a thing I did can be compared
to all those things you made me do.
To all those times you made me suffer even more.
All these times, when right before my eyes, you closed another door.
What did I do to you?"

But god seems selfish, doesn't he?
He's nothing as he said he'll be.
The nice and loving god, we praise?
The nice and loving good, we praise?
But where's the good right now?

All I want to see is a reason for your doing, that's so wrong!
All I need is someone to appreciate a song,
a melody here in my heart, that's buried very deep.
But god, please tell me, I never sowed what I do reap,
where is your will, where is your grace?
God moves in mysterious ways, they say.
But what good does it do to pray?

I sit next to your body and I caress your cheeks.
Where is the one that helps us in our needs?
I cry my tears out and I see you die.
Oh god, please tell me why!

Thank you for your submission keep em coming

the battle won


were you lying, were you lying
were you telling me the truth
was i crying, was i crying
were my tears the only proof

were you hiding, were you hiding
were you seen by anyone
were you fighting, were you fighting
did you think the battle won?

what is it that makes the sun


what is it that makes
the sun so much warmer
what is it that
makes the grass greener
what is it that makes
the stars shine
so much brighter
at night when holding
hands with another

why is it
we are in love
when we think we
are in love
and everything
is better and brighter
when seen through
the eyes of love?

WHY?

I was born a woman
I wanted to be a man
Why?
I was born in a religion
Long in persecution
Why?
All my good deeds
Are totally ignored
Why?
If I do one thing wrong
It is remembered forever
Why?

Those who are desperate for love
Never seem to get any
Why?
The needy get nothing
The powerful get everything
Why?
The lonely stay lonely
Because it is thought to be contagious
Why?

The mentally ill
Are sent into the streets
Secret ethnic cleansing
Do you understand why?

Women and ethnic groups
Bullied at work
Reach the glass ceiling early
Do you understand why?

Only the charming psychopaths
Reach the top
They climb over bodies
Do you understand why?

I have asked why
So many times
The word is etched in my consciousness
On my days off
I could ask why
Until the end of days
Never get an answer
Will it always be this way?

(About 160 words)

I like this one kept me interested

Puzzle Piece from Another Box

Am I the only one who feels this way, alone, confused
Wrestling with desires that seem to contradict who I am
 
For otherwise my life is so blessed, nearly perfect I'd say
Save this one thing that's missing, yet so essential
 
That denying it makes me feel phony, not being authentic
While sharing it brings guilt and shame with an evil grin
 
You see I am a gentle, loving man who seeks to be good
But has this wicked streak running thru my very core
 
My conduct is almost always becoming, a gentleman's gentleman
Except in my darkest fantasies where my kinkiness hydes
 
There I relish and indulge in the vieled world of leather and lash
Where tenderness is surplanted by roughness and sadistic play
 
It's more than just a pipe dream, having lived it in the flesh
Feeling the surge of adrenaline and godlike omnipotence
 
Driving the submissives before me down, into sexual genuflection
Eclipsing the sun, curbing time itself, locking them all in inescapble bondage
 
Playing their longing bodies like stolen instruments, cruelly strummed and plucked
Making them sing in both sweetest agony and blissfull ecstacy, within their consensual limits
 
Giving them each what they need, taking them where they desperately want to go
Then unfolding a script tailor made, bringing unparalled climaxes
 
Savoring my own lust, my own addiction, this erotic catnip
Feeling authentic, complete, and all powerful
 
But when it is over, finished, I pick up this puzzle piece that doesn't fit
Carefully hiding it somewhere safe, separated from all the other parts of me, till the next time

Why did you have to go?
You never told me why
I was so in love with you
But you knew that when you left me to cry.

Why the betrayal?
The disrespect?
The lies?
The deformation?
The offer of your hand?
The cheating?
Left a fucking empty shell
All because i gave you my heart and soul
For what? A fling not meanIng a thing
You deciptful fucking mole!!

I do not understand why you left
You told me love but we cannot be together
But you are the one who told me that love lasts forever
Now I am the one caught up in this confusion
What we had, was it real or just another illusion
You cannot tell me that it was just a spark
Because all those times we spent in the park
You told me every-time that what you felt for me was real
Now you tell me that the more time I spend not thinking about you will help me heal

So just answer this one question for me
Remember the time you told me that what we had could withstand even the worst storms
But like a piece of soft silk, it was easily torn
What do feel when you think about what we shared
Was I someone important to you
Or just another rag you would throw away when you are done  

thank you all

Is It Far?

Is it far?

No.  It is always just a breath away.  


Can I see it from here?

You have always seen it and felt it.
It is the brush against your skin,  
The crush of your teeth when you chew,
The ground that holds you up when you walk.
It is here and always has been.
It awaited your arrival and when you came it caught you
You played together before it had a name.


What is it's name?

Call it what you will but it will not come
Besides, a name is only useful for getting its attention
And you already have that
You could use a name when talking to others about it
But deep down  
Everyone already knows everything you'd have to say
It comes before you have a chance to call it
And it doesn't mind anything you'd have to say about it
It is never offended and always thinks the best of you
Maybe you could lend it your name if you feel it needs one.  


How long has it been here?

It was born the moment you were and will die with you
So you are not alone, even for one moment
It waited a long time for your arrival
And even now it awaits your future
And your children
And all your loved ones to come
It is patient
But it cannot wait to meet you
Time is just a game to it


What does it look like?

Why don't you ask it?
There it is, holding the butterfly in its flight
Or over there making the lawn mower's blades spin
Do you feel that?
It is the wind.
Tell me what the wind looks like and you will have your answer.