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valentina-sanchez
One of my favorite poems is called Dare to be!” / By Steve Maraboli from Life, the Truth, and Being Free
He tries hard To mask what he really is A lonely soul Seeking another To share his life with To make him whole He will spend his last To please her Even if she didn't want it If she told him not to He would only do more For Him SHE is EVERYTHING
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
Him
She drew her in With a smile and a laugh She gave her something to want To make her forget What was really important She forgot her priorities And left the ones who loved her In the dark All for the chase
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
The Chase
She told us she wasnt coming back That it was her choice But i knew And i know still That some else Is making her choices for her
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Choices
Please don’t let me be like my Mother. Don’t let me be the woman Who never gave me a second glance Because whenever it came to children She stopped loving at one. Don’t let me be The woman who gave her all to the first born, But when it was me She gave it all up. Don’t let me be the woman who smoked Half a lung into ashes, Every night thinking I don’t see The grey puffs rising to my window Darkening my room Choking me as it slowly became the air I breathe. When I grow up, Don’t make me marry a man Who never loved And lived for numbers upon papers Caring more about his reputation Than his own blood he weaved into Us. When I grow up Let me teach my children Happiness and what it is like to smile, Instead of drilling into their brains All the reasons they should cry And drown in their tears. When I grow up, Don’t let me search for my dreams At the bottom of a shot glass Taking more and more As I get drunk on false, temporary happiness. Don’t let me come home to my children, Telling them how useless they are, Throwing things at them And finally collapsing into a heap of hopelessness. Please don’t let my children Have a father who never even cared Enough to remember their birthdays Let alone save them from the nightmare That was their Mom. Don’t let me become The reason my children cried at their reflection Because beauty never defined them The reason they refused to eat Since the flesh on their body Kept growing in their eyes only. Never let me be the woman Who found only the ecstasy She bought through men each night. Even then it wasn’t love. Even now it isn’t love. She never learned to love people like me. But I loved her. Yet it was forced, I only saw the mistakes she made Every time I looked at her. Including myself. Please, when I grow up, Let me learn to love my skin And suffocate in all the things that make me Beautiful. Let me prove to the woman who claimed To have raised me up That I will never make the same errors or ever be like her. I’ll love, I’ll live, I’ll care. Three things she never grew up to do. When I grow up, Please don’t let me be like my Mother.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
When I grow up
Please don’t let me be like my Mother. Don’t let me be the woman Who never gave me a second glance Because whenever it came to children She stopped loving at one. Don’t let me be The woman who gave her all to the first born, But when it was me She gave it all up. Don’t let me be the woman who smoked Half a lung into ashes, Every night thinking I don’t see The grey puffs rising to my window Darkening my room Choking me as it slowly became the air I breathe. When I grow up, Don’t make me marry a man Who never loved And lived for numbers upon papers Caring more about his reputation Than his own blood he weaved into Us. When I grow up Let me teach my children Happiness and what it is like to smile, Instead of drilling into their brains All the reasons they should cry And drown in their tears. When I grow up, Don’t let me search for my dreams At the bottom of a shot glass Taking more and more As I get drunk on false, temporary happiness. Don’t let me come home to my children, Telling them how useless they are, Throwing things at them And finally collapsing into a heap of hopelessness. Please don’t let my children Have a father who never even cared Enough to remember their birthdays Let alone save them from the nightmare That was their Mom. Don’t let me become The reason my children cried at their reflection Because beauty never defined them The reason they refused to eat Since the flesh on their body Kept growing in their eyes only. Never let me be the woman Who found only the ecstasy She bought through men each night. Even then it wasn’t love. Even now it isn’t love. She never learned to love people like me. But I loved her. Yet it was forced, I only saw the mistakes she made Every time I looked at her. Including myself. Please, when I grow up, Let me learn to love my skin And suffocate in all the things that make me Beautiful. Let me prove to the woman who claimed To have raised me up That I will never make the same errors or ever be like her. I’ll love, I’ll live, I’ll care. Three things she never grew up to do. When I grow up, Please don’t let me be like my Mother.
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*Burning desire The eternal flame is lit Never going out. Love and happiness Romantic feelings of love Love everlasting. The end is coming This love will no longer be Time for broken hearts. The shattered pieces Of a heart that was once whole A love that was strong. Who can bring back love Who can fix this broken heart Make it whole again. A bitter black heart An empty crevice a hole Destroyed rotted space. Somehow it's just gone The end took it all away Everything is gone. Where'd the passion go Why did the love disappear Why did it just end. Who will answer me No one knows how to answer Maybe there is none.*
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Love Lost
Feelings of hurt sadness and anger combined Can't find the words to say how I feel I feel the storm brewing deep inside Like a volcano about to erupt A *** of boiling water The most mediocre and cleshay Way to say how I feel Would to be to just say Im OK.
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Feelings
His housewarming gift was a night of sweaty sheets peeled eyelids and restless tossing. He lives beneath your bed, contributing to the eerie feeling that gives your domicile its familiarity. Always awaiting a conversation, but you're just so busy that he has to wait for nightfall to whisper in you ear. He will rarely show his face, maybe because he's shy or introverted. He's lonely, and desperately would like a friend because you have more than enough space under your mattress.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
Big Bad Brooding
I once knew a kid who smiles at little things, who cries for stolen candies. I once knew a kid who cheers for fallen flowers who jumps for random kindness of strangers. I once knew a kid who fights for everyone's right who stands for people's freedom. I once knew a kid who would make others feel happy who would comfort their solitude before herself. I once knew a kid who is afraid to die who doesn't want to permanently close her eye. Now, I know this kid who screams for God's name begging to keep her away from her mind and to stop the burning flame.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Ablaze
Beautiful people and beautiful souls living in a world Full of hatred and evil Evil people and evil souls Hell bent on doing wrong Full of wicked intent They hurt others To block the pain Without a care in the world Little boys and girls Frolic and play all day Dreaming of one day Growing up and becoming adults Little do they know Being an adult isn't a luxury They lie and cheat and steal Only to become old, alone, and destitute Longing for the thing they can't obtain Intangible and unachieveable In the eyes of many these Are the walking dead The soulless entities That walk the earth feeding On the sadness and pain of others Broken and unfixable My only wish Is that I never Become one of them.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Untitled
There’s a flame Lit with in A flame that burns for one purpose There’s a life Two souls meant to be one, But Split in two There’s so much pain Heart ache, for the souls that are lost A pain meant to keep the souls apart There is an emotion Love an emotion that is meant to be pure, but instead is manipulative and deceiving Only because many souls have given up on meeting So they began hurting and mistreating Those who are naïve Until it becomes a cycle of misleading But there are those who keep on fighting For that one who is meant to complete them The one is meant to love them like they need them to And at first it might seem strange Because we don’t understand how someone Could know what truly love is That love is supposed to Burn like the flame Hurt like the pain That you’re supposed to feel that way Because that’s what love is meant to do This emotion connect so many things Not just lovers, but also friends if you opened you heart and not your mind You’ll find that love is very simple it’s not a technical complication or logically correct It’s supposed to come with scars and bumps But only because you’ll never know what’s good until you’ve dealt with bad Love is not just a breeze it’s a hurricane of emotions But after its all say and done You’ll find yourself in a place you’ve never been . . . next to the one
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
There's a flame