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 Nov 2018 nim
putiira
my wings
 Nov 2018 nim
putiira
i found the trail of my wings in you
map of my dreams...
 Oct 2018 nim
Edmund black
Knowledge is knowing
I can write beautiful poetry
Say all the right words
To motivate you
and
To tell you all will be fine
Stay strong
Show up for yourself
And
focus on the things
that really matter
You’re perfectly perfect
In every way

But
Wisdom is knowing
No matter how many
Beautiful poetry I’ve written
To motivate you
I still may not reach
Your inner soul

Because wisdom
Is knowing that
Too many people
Are forever stuck
At the age of their
Worst trauma

Wisdom is knowing
The voices inside
Your head will always
Be the loudest

Philosophy is knowing
And
wondering if I too
May be a victim of this
Beautiful world called life
PTST= post traumatic stress disorder ,
Popular among Veterans but not exclusive to Veterans
Don’t minimize someone’s else’s trauma
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 Oct 2018 nim
Claudia
Bittersweet
 Oct 2018 nim
Claudia
I can’t shake
This feeling
Of drowning
Pleasantly
Terribly
Honestly
Hopelessly

Hopefully

I want to cry
And scream
And smile
And tear my gut open to let out the millions and millions of butterflies
Because they hurt
So nicely
But so, so
Much

And I didn’t know you could really crave a person
Like this
Their presence
Face
Hands
Laughter
Touch
Voice

Their being

This scares me
And I don’t
For the life of me
Want it to stop
 Sep 2018 nim
Nikka Arabestani
Do not let him,

or her,

become a house for you

that isn’t home.

-n.a
 Sep 2018 nim
Anya
Hidden
 Sep 2018 nim
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 Aug 2018 nim
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jul 2018 nim
Nereo Cafolla
Over the icy hills you hear a breath;
As this field sinks in the frigid blue
It spreads in the soul a fear of death.
The hope to return still lives in you.

How can you be so blind not to see?      
That even your worst foe could be      
                  
Your best friend behind these lines.       
A scream drowns in the darkness,
Now he is rotting as the moon shines.
There are no heroes in this grey mess.
Is it worth to waste human meat?
What is victory but a lucky defeat?
 Jul 2018 nim
Cameron
I write this on paper
Because words are too hard
Thy bring back the memories
That I wish were gone

I write this on paper
"Coping", I guess
My go-to source
For feeling my best

I write this on paper
Maybe one day you'll see
That I write this on paper
Because its killing me
Coping with my thoughts and flashbacks on paper.
 Jul 2018 nim
Sarah Ramlal
When I'm gone,
don't shed a tear.
Remember the times,
we had.
Remember the fears.
Remember my smile,
My laugh,
my tears.
Remember the good I did,
through the years.
Remember the time,
we snuck off to the beach?
Remember the times you,
made me laugh,
till I was weak?
Remember the fights,
and how we made up.
Remember when we danced,
on the beach.
Remember how it felt,
to sleep next to me.
Remember when you met me,
I wasn't in one piece.
Remember me,
the good and the bad.
Remember us,
and what we had.
Remember the times,
we danced and you held,
me close.
Remember you were there,
when I needed you the most.
Remember you have my heart,
and you always will.
Remember I tried.
Remember I fought.
Remember the love we shared.
Hold onto to what you know.
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