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The Question September 10, 2018 ~ Monday I came to get help Not to get hurt And every time you make a move
Am I tainted now? I’m asking out of curiosity. My darling, sweet child of mine, Don’t blame yourself for this act of atrocity. A twisted man crossed the line,
A golden glow falls down from sky, And on my face and hands does lie, It warms my skin, but also soul, And heals my broken heart to whole.
Once There was a castle. In that castle was a princess. Cursed, By danger and imperfection.
I am sewing a dresswith the thread of strength,And knots of ambitions,And when it’s ready, Then will iron itwith the remission,I am sewing my broken soul!
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin squeezing my rib cage gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints teeth marks on my breasts nearly breaking the skin
Words like rain. Words drop like a constant rain, Drowning out all that is humane Words like rain. At first start small
Never did I think that I wouldstoop so low as to fall intothis deep darkness that doesn't endthis coldness that punctures the soul.This is all my fault, my fault thatnow you don't want to talk to me.
Heartbreak doesn't last It may seem like forever But soon you will shine
In 2013, we heard she had cancer, Unfortunately, there was no answer. However, her life was so rich and so pure, we knew that we had to find her a cure. We started looking, "We have to find something,"
As the room gets smaller And the voices get louder I remind myself to breath Death is the only thing that is permanent Say it with me: Bed, Mirror, dresser, carpet, blanket Once more, darling ground yourself
On my ribs they stay, Permanently marked, A reminder to my heart. Sixteen stitches, black and beautiful, Surrounded by words above and below. Words that gave me strength,
this rage within me slowly dies, I find myself in the fire, slowly depleting- forging into a quiet night. Beside He stands, pulling me out of this infernal blaze His healing hand has lead me to stand.
Misused, abused and left sitting confused Disrespected & rejected
I wouldn't call it envy. I would simply call it sadness, Longing, fate. Or reality. A slap in the face But constant and always stinging. The handprint left, so bruised a miracle could not remove.
even the stongest people can break with all the things on their plate what doesnt kill you makes you stronger so they say, leaving scars that linger life gives us things that we can handle
She made me realize…
The glow and look in your eye. A shock of excitement from your smile. Spread of warmth from those delicate hands Maybe even a stride in your walk
To all wounds of the heart, Time is the antidote. Designed like a coat Soothing the pain as it impart It is nonpareil It understands what you want As time acts more than a confidant
Maybe One day I hope I will make enough new memories To fill up all the gaps and holes you poked into my mind One day nothing Will make me think of you again
I’m not sad anymore I can look at you without bursting into tears I don’t need you anymore. I still miss you sometimes, but that’s fading. You’re angry at me though.
She's stronger than a willow In a thunder storm Soft as a heart of gold
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)
Why do I write poetry? Because it gives me hope. It serves as a flame to light my way. Because in a world of problems, Of lies and fear, Of war and famine, I can control fate.
War is declared On all of you, who hurt Others; leaving none spared. You seem to use all effort To leave them despaired And, lacking comfort.
One seems to cry and falls The beliverance is but all The sorrow and pain Burns faster the the acid of rain Your heart is broken Your feelings are frozen Your will is but all gone
I listen to You speak, And I know You’re with me. I’ve been rescued from the peak And from the unending sea.