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 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Badatpoems
Love
 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Badatpoems
You are in love with him
And he is in love with you
And its like a ******* tragedy
because you look at him and see the stars
And he looks at you and sees the sun
And
you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Bianca Reyes
In January I felt so free
Wanting to explore vast infinity

In February I started school
Ditching classes like any fool

In March I was at work and met you
A man with brown eyes and a gaze so blue

In April my heart did sing
With all the love you did bring

In May I felt brand new
******* for the first time in front of you

In June I was so uneasy
Fearing that you'd up and leave me

In July you ended it all
Telling me you'd never call

In August I wept through the season
Feeling like my life had no reason

In September I regained my strength
Deciding to cut my depression's length

In October we met again
Darkness in your eyes did reign

In November you tried to play with me
But your false words didn't drown me in misery

In December you told me about your cheating
When you found your heart wounded and bleeding
Shared on Hello Poetry on July 25, 2016
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 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Ashlee Reyes
Every month
I am reminded of my fertility.
And while I feel physical pain,
I realize that of my emotions is
In the same vicinity.

I want my unborn child to know
That this life... Is like a funny show.
That while I'm unsure of what
She'll look like or he'll look like,
They come automatically into
A world that beyond their control
Will feel warlike.

That their future friends who bear
A darker skin complexion
Unfairly face the utmost rejection.
That their future friends
Who love the same gender
Get judged on their decisions
On who they love and if they happen
To be transgender.

But I want my child to know,
That this judgement and hate
Will always be up for debate
That when she finds her voice
Or when he finds her voice
It's to be shared with those
Without one because of personal choice.

I want my child to know that their pride
Is to be extended, wide, and
As far is it can go.
That when they witness injustice
They'll be expected to instinctually say no.
That these differences America
Still can't accept
Are the differences that
Bring beauty in every corner
And every aspect.

My children will know of the people
Who have bloomed in the midst
Of hatred and doom,
That the grass is not always greener
And that just when they thought they've Seen it all,
There will always be people who are meaner.
But I want my children to know of love,
Unconditional love,
Of acceptance,
Of hope,
Of being anti-weapon.
I want my children to bloom,
Because as their mother was expected to,
She faced the challenge of doing so,
In a world that depicted doom.
 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Mae
tough times
 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Mae
take me back
to when life was oh so simple
when all we did was laugh over the little things
not because of how messed up things are

can't anyone hear our cries for help?
or are they also dead deep down
ha ha, funny how maybe everyone feels like ****
when all we need is a hand to grip
 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
One and Only
Ladies and Gentlemen..
I've moved on..
from the people who've hurt me,
from the people I cared,
from the people who I trusted
after they shunned me
when I wanted to care.
I've finally accepted that they won't be there,
when I turn around..
They won't have a care to spare.
I've tried for years and now you say you need honesty to be able to trust people. HA HA HA HA. You lean on others and refuse to see me.. I've done so much, and all you can say is NO. Then I'm sorry. I'm not the friend you want.
 Jul 2016 Gloom Says
Neex
Tick, Tock;
The clock, the clock.

At times,
I'm unsure,
Who is,
Who's not.

I'm here,
I'm not,
In space?
Why not.

I breathe;
I try,
To breathe,
Or die.

I want,
Maybe not,
To breathe,
As much.
Still breathing.

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