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Feb 13 · 217
I love you coffee ☕
I'm in a relationship
with coffee ☕  

He's the strong silent
type always listens.

Trying to make
me feel better,

With his warm
morning smell
when the sunrises.

He has a strong
scent of grounds
that wake up your

Morning talks
of peace  always
clam me down,

When I smell his
warm soothing brew.

I love you
Coffee ☕ and
I hope to never
leave thee.

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I love and I'm in a relationship with coffee ☕
Feb 13 · 1.1k
Stop Abuse
Hate tries
to pretend
to be love,

That's what
we call blind
love that isn't
love at all.

I was the one
that didn't leave,

Many said it
wasn't abuse but
it was...

When he cusses
you out puts you
down belittling

Makes jokes
that are meant
as bullying and
says I'm joking,

This is hatred
bullying emotional

When he tells
you that nothing
you do is right...

When he blames you for
all his faults and never
takes responsibility.

And he makes
one think he's done
nothing wrong that
you're the abuser,

This is emotional
abuse of a narcissist
he never loved you

Scars of emotional
abuse are hidden inside
of you,

He tries to
destroy you
as a person,

It's survival of
the fittest and
healing of your
soul and mind.

Never accept abuse
bullying hatred or
domestic violence,

Fight for your life
and leave no matter
how scary it is.

Because it could
be your last breath
you breathe on earth.

Be a Advocate
for emotional abuse
domestic violence
and all bullying,

Stop the violence
Stop the hatred of
abuse on women
children and everyone.

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Someday I'm going
to be an Advocate
for emotional abuse
for others that were
blind to what love

And abuse isn't
Love and loved ones
don't want to destroy
us ones that truly
care won't, not even
real friends
I'm a survivor of Emotional abuse
and I write to help others that maybe
experiencing it and I some day will
be a positive Advocate for emotional
abuse for women men and children.
Mar 2019 · 115
Indian oceans
She walks
with Indian

Walking upon
streets of noisy

She walks upon
flaming gowns
of morning Sun

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Inspired by a beautiful
picture of Indian shoes
and her walking.
Jun 2017 · 206
Poetry pocket
Poetry becomes
a pocket of pain

Catching my
tear drops,

Storing them
in a memory
of etched notes.

Sunshine doesn't
follow me..

With my scares
that are healing,

Help Jesus
me to escape

From these

They're beads
of soft falling pearls.

Pockets of poetry
cups of gray clouds.

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© Benita-Staebell-M.

Written June 10 2017
Spilling my pain

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