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458 · Sep 2018
HOPE
Who are we without it, verses, who can we become with it...
Hope is not a feeling or emotion but the desire to believe good things will happen. A believer knows that their HOPE is solid; concrete evidence that is grounded in the knowledge of facts that cannot lie. Many people think that hoping for a good day or hoping for a loved one to survive but there is no guarantee it will happen. That's is called "wishful thinking" and it is undependable, also it has no power to bring anything passed it.
In my case, I didn't always have it and at one point... I was absolutely defeated by dismay. My 7th-grade year started off great but towards the end, I had classmates bullying me. They belittled me in numerous ways by taunting me with my mistakes and purposely making my life a living hell. I was threatened to be "ganged'' and ambushed on a daily basis, to the point of administrative leave was forced for my safety and well-being but it didn't stop there... My classmates cyber-bullied me to believe this world was a better place without me. Honestly, I had literally no idea from the start it would end up being this bad. I often cried until I tried to end my very existence on multiple occasions. Because I had no Hope and often couldn't cope with what was happening to me.
Until one day, my mother sat me down, talked to me about her story and how her life was similar to mine. I realized I was entertaining my enemies by allowing them to torment my emotions in dangerous ways by practicing destructive habits and I learned to turn their undermining comments into fuel...
My own mother placed a seed of hope in my mind and it bloomed like a Cherry Blossom Tree. I have hoped for the light and the end of the tunnel but now I have restored my sight to my blinded eyes and the desire to live a full happy life Mentally and spiritually. Hope is a sure anchor of the soul and is far superior to that of my world.
Today I am stronger and happier than ever. I have suffered but learned so much, that with Hope, I will always have this feeling of relief.
I am grateful that I found HOPE. Because if not I probably won't be writing this. My story would have faded in the years to come.
374 · Sep 2018
Old Age
I was far too lost in how beautifully striking they were
Too lost to notice the withered with age
Then cracked when I touched to admire
Morose exhaled the death of these fine flowers
Dried out of love and beauty
They collected dust where hues of livid red and snow white displayed themselves.
A bundle of frail, wrinkled flowers, xeric and unrecognizable
I still felt their beauty through their destitute for the eath and its pure spring
They ate themselves until they were nothing but ash and stems
But I still felt their beauty, as I gathered the remains,
I buried them in the back of my mind
I buried them somewhere
BEAUTIFUL
362 · Sep 2018
Who are you?
I am concrete walls that mount over cities, but a delicate garden of doom that blooms beautifully inside.
340 · Sep 2018
Untitled
You were the piece that didn't quite fit the puzzle
You were different
And different is something
Not many
Not alot
Is
Save me your soul, my love...
256 · Aug 2019
dead done love
alas, my time here is done

Ive spent too many dire hours

sitting here

getting drunkenly wasted

on cheap whiskey you labeled as your love

alas, I can make choices in sobriety

my distorted visions can soon be replaced with

fixated reality

alas, lone in my bed

I may heal the headache

and the heartache

of  the tasteful words,

the lips of the bottle had said.
214 · Sep 2018
Words that shall dance
I only write when my mind feels empty
Or when my heart is overwhelmed with color
My fingers tremble as if the words SHOUT
To be spelled out
Eyes dilate, searching for poems on any open sheet
And so i let the words dance
As if they had feet
175 · Sep 2018
Untitled
i not love you with my heart, my love
so soon my heart shall decay
i love you with my soul my love
so may your name not wither away

— The End —