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 Jul 2017 Susan Jacob
Emily B
PTSD
 Jul 2017 Susan Jacob
Emily B
Some girls
Have butterflies
Beautiful winged elegance
Flying through their cerebrums

Me?

I've got old ghosts
That turn into whiskey drunk monsters
Saying
"I should put a bullet
In your brain".

I saw him yesterday.
Standing in front of me.
Blowing his brains out
Over and over.

A movie stuck on repeat
In my brain.

And some small part
Of me
Hopes he does it.
So he doesn't come after me
Anymore.

Maybe
The monster is me.
I don't know
 Jul 2017 Susan Jacob
skyler
in a parallel universe
you never broke me
and you still speak of me
with love on your tongue

in a parallel universe
your eyes still drip with desire
begging for me to come closer
rather than never even looking my way

in a parallel universe
you still love me
as much
as i still love you

in a parallel universe
is where my heart lives
and maybe that's why i'm not over you
because in some world i still hold your heart

and in all worlds you still hold mine

s.s
 Jul 2017 Susan Jacob
RisingUp
1...2...3...4
I don't want to be underweight anymore.
My intention was never to go this far you see
But overactive self criticism got the best of me.
Determined to gain life back.
But sometimes put off track
by the illusion of control from my perfectionist mind
I sometimes find myself in a bind
My mind at war
What for?
The voice is not a choice
But recovery is
Constantly resisting the urge to restrict
So I will no longer look sick
Life is tough.
Life is rough.
But if a group of small people can change how I see
I can learn to accept just being me.
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Jawad
HOME
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Jawad
Home*?
A person, not a place!
And I'm homeless
With no space
To be myself
With someone else
To be with you
And not alone...
If you really think about it, home is not a place but a person with whom you can be yourself and without you really feel lonely and homeless
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Yozhik
we learned the same words but
not the same language

we sing the same notes but
not the same song

we walk the same road but
not the same paths

we didn't do right but
not the same wrong.
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Jawad
TIRED
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Jawad
tired, I fall asleep
lonely, I fall apart
my broken soul sinking
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here...and...beyond 
covered.with.sand.and.mud~dreaming.of­.love.that's.lost
Really tired right now...
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Star BG
My mother,
is strong like an island.
Her stretched islet arms
merges with my waters.
She comforts me,
when my sea world is rough.
She stabilizes me with grace,
giving self a place to land.
My mom,
strong as rock loves me.
And I love her.

StarBG © 2017
 May 2017 Susan Jacob
Star BG
And we shall wander in playground of love,
swinging till we touch the moon.
We will climb the highest bar,
and whisper as I croon.

We will build our castle and live evermore,
vibrating in divine love on every shore.

We will be like children romping in timeless place,
shining inside each others face.

We will be one in rainbow dreams, together forever.
Forever together.

StarBG © 2017
inspired byIndelible  Would love to have this kind of relationship again. I had it once but he left. I call him my titanic lover because we were separated by dimensions after only 24 hours of quality time. What doesn't **** you makes you stronger.
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