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471 · Apr 2014
Thrive On Strife
Audumn Jackson Apr 2014
Things aren't always as they appear.
You never truly know the ones that you hold dear.
It's painful, that the truth always comes at the point of a knife.
And the fears we have, come to life.
When the knife went in your chest.
You had to lie down to rest.
But it was a farce.
The pain wasn't anything too harsh.
They assure you, you will recover.
Aren't we suppose to love one another?
And these feelings that we hoard.
Small things that can easily be ignored.
And it's such a shame.
That we always know who to blame.
Cause I never saw this coming.
You would think it unbecoming.
I've always known what to do.
To put myself in a better mood.
And it hurt, everyone could see.
It just wasn't enough to **** me.
People love to see other people suffering because its not them. We WANT to see others fail.
431 · Mar 2014
Never Settle
Audumn Jackson Mar 2014
Don't settle for less.
You're worth so much more than this.
If he treats you like ****.
He ain't worth it.
And the words that hes been speaking.
Burns deeper than skin.
You need to walk away from him.
Don't be consumed with the need to be loved
Because...
This isn't love.
Don't let him grip you and swallow you whole.
He will leave you with only pain to toll.
And you know deep in your soul.
That he's got you right where he wanted you.
Like the perfect trap for a fly.
That he caught in a web of lies.
A poem of empowerment to women abused or not. Empowerment!
402 · Apr 2014
End of A Tree
Audumn Jackson Apr 2014
You hung yourself at the end of a tree.
Where you first planted the seed.
You watered it with your pain and grief.
It reached deep down to the roots.
And spread through the branches out to the leaves.
Where they fall back to the earth.
And sink down into the dirt.
The only person who was there was me.
But my hands where tied and I couldn't get free.
My eyes were glued shut, I didn't want to see.
What were we doing?
We were just going in circles.
And somehow you still blame me.
We cause our own ruin.
400 · Jul 2014
Never Give Up On You
Audumn Jackson Jul 2014
Fight for what you want.
Even when others give up.
You are your most important person.
Its all on you.
To push through.
You know what you have to do.
356 · Dec 2014
Dear Father,
Audumn Jackson Dec 2014
I could daydream about a better life.
Where you are not anywhere near me.
I could scream myself to sleep at night.
Find a way to be somewhere else.
Don't want to be where you are anymore.
You are at the lowest low.
You've got a twisted plan.
To take with you as many people as you can.
And you plea for salvation.
With your fingers crossed.
And try to explain.
That you aren't willing to change.
A man can if he wants to.
I remember when i used to look up to you.
That everything you said was true.
Is that not what little girls are supposed to do?
Who the hell made you in charge?
I have these horrible thoughts.
That you'll smoke till cancer kills.
Or that you'd swallow a bottle of pills.
Just so you could disappear...
Its horrible to think these things of someone you love.
Even more that your my blood.
333 · Mar 2014
Rubicon
Audumn Jackson Mar 2014
We are crossing the point of no return.
But there are to many things we have had to learn.
So turn around and come back.
There are a lot of things we still lack.
But take your time because I want to remember this.
I want to feel this bliss.
I want to remember this clearly.
I want to hold this moment so dearly.

We are crossing,
There's no return...

Don't forget to be quite because they might hear us.
Don't look because they might see us.
Don't speak because they will only ignore us.
Don't think because they control us.

Didn't you know?
I thought you knew.

So run as fast as you can.
They try to command.
At least touch the line.
At least we have our spines.
We went on our way.
Because we are not afraid...

And we won't fade.
There is such a thing as suppression and i hate it.
305 · Mar 2014
Thought To My Grave
Audumn Jackson Mar 2014
Yea you
Say that things will look up.
Cause I won't give up.
We're here... Breathing. But how do we come to life?
To know would be nice.
And I gotta pull throw.
To show them what i can do.
I won't be too ******* myself.
No, not anymore.
Yea you
You feel for what?
To hurt.
But I won't.
I don't have time to feel.
I wouldn't know how to heal.
The weaker we get the stronger they seem.
And you, yea you were a dream.
That wouldn't come true.
Not even when I said I love you.
I saw.
Nothing more than a memory
And now, nothing at all.
A poem i wrote during very tough times in my life.
276 · Mar 2014
Stagger
Audumn Jackson Mar 2014
Darkness, silence
I hear them trying to break in.
Forcing my will to bend.
It was silent there was nothing.
I would have loved to hear something.
But there was nothing.
You were gone and so was my sight.
And you had my light.
It was my guide.
Now there is no one by my side.
I can't seem to walk without stepping on glass.
Can't manage to see what I pass.
And they saw my weakness.
I felt so helpless.
And I needed to stop, for that way lies madness.
I have nothing a can salvage.
So tell me where are you now.
And what happened to your vow.
These ragged roads caused me to stumble.
My armor began to crumble.
I'm scared of pain, hurt and loss.
I'm scared of what it cost.
With you is where I felt safe.
And now I wonder if I could go on without you holding me up.
And it's funny because I thought I would never have to depend on anyone.
Was a lost scared kid when i wrote this.
259 · Aug 2014
Untitled
Audumn Jackson Aug 2014
It's not okay,
To push people away.
But that's what I seem to do.
Every single day.
I can't let anyone get to close.
Even though I wanted you the most.
I can't let anyone in,
Because then, I'll get attached to them.
238 · Apr 2014
Close Pressure
Audumn Jackson Apr 2014
I'm the owner of my mind.
This is me.
The keeper of my heart.
This is me.
The vessel of my soul.
THIS IS ME.
The voice of my thoughts.
I'm my own person.
I see though my own eyes.
My perception.
I hear though my own ears.
This is what I receive.
Through my own lungs I breathe.
And it makes me want to heave.

— The End —