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Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Shalyn

For the days when you feel like,
there is nothing left for you to feel.
As though the whole universe had come together
To conspire against you
And take away all that’s left of you.

For the nights when you feel
Heavy and restless
From the weight of your eyelids
that has seen too much.
Entertaining the repetitive dialogues
in your head that never ceases.
Unsettled.

You live your life
with a series of misunderstandings
And the concept of happiness
has never seem so
foreign to you.

This is for you.

You struggle to find meaning;
Any purpose or reasons to
live this life for one more day
When it hurts most to even breathe.

But darling,
I promise you that one day
The universe will be kinder and
You will find so much love that
You shall be whole again.

Those days you spent in the dark;
The nights that consumed you whole
And the mornings that arrived late in pieces
reflects nothing but your courage
to carry on, to travel further.

This one is for you.

One day,
The warm sun will rise and
days will no longer seem dull and long.
The hurt will be over.
And you, will lustre.

You will be okay.
Eventually.

I wrote this for you. Please always be kind to yourself. You will be okay.

#love #life #hurt #strength #yourself #you #universe #kindness #positivity #lustre

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Shining Death Shroud

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Gidgette

Shining Death Shroud

Ah, but you did succeed
There in your darkened deed
With your great hands of death
Stealing, My last, dry breath
And without a single uttered sound
Laying me in cold ground
Should I give Thee praise
For the shortening of my days?
Should I thank thee kindly,
For your acting so blindly?
The earth speaks as it consumes
And at the very least I'm given lovely tomb
A shining death shroud
Ah, are you proud?!
Do you remember me With the wind
My darling, murderous friend?
This silken shroud, my death dress
You didn't forget the scarlet "A" upon my breast
The earth won't quiet,
and I shall never rest~A

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

My Story.

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

elizabeth

My Story.

Tragedy struck
At just age 13.
My innocence-
Murdered in the rain.
Not the physical rain,
But the rain of my tears.
My story is different,
But just as terrible.
He stole the beauty
Of my soul and heart...
Leaving me dark and alone.
He ripped my confidence
Away with a single tear.
"I love you."
The lie he told
Has made me unable
To be loved.
"You're so beautiful..."
Another lie he told
Has made me unable
To believe this truth.
He ruined my beautiful,
White wings from God.
He replaced them with
Skeletal outlines of what
Once was.
My lovely face has been
Scarred by the streaming
Tears down my face.
Clawing at my skin,
I try to wash away the guilt.
"But the guilt is not yours."
They say.
"It isn't your fault."
"It isn't your fault
That he is an evil man.
It isn't your fault
That he targeted you.
It isn't your fault
That he took advantage
Of a little, naive girl.
It isn't your fault.
It isn't your fault.
It isn't your fault.
*It is not your fault, Elizabeth."

March 1, 2017.
My story is a different one, and it was very difficult to write this piece as it brought back a lot of terrible memories. But it's only different in that, I didn't actually meet up with what turned out to be a 50 year old man. Most girls end up meeting them and having terrible things happen to them. And I am so sorry for that. I'm sorry someone stole your innocence, beautiful girls.
My story is this:
I was targeted online by a ******* at 13 years old. He told me all kinds of lies and I agreed to be his "girlfriend". He was sweet at first, saying he was 18 and he couldn't wait to see me, etc. But they all start out sweet. He began talking explicitly to me, and I complied and said the same things in the messages. A decision I regret to this day. My parents found out I was speaking to someone online, and the police were called. Three years later, after trials and fighting with him and his lawyers, he is finally in prison. But he has left me with scars and demons that haunt me every day.
My depression, anxiety, and minor PTSD have stemmed from this situation. And my mental issues may be worse than that.
I was inspired to write this out because of John Baverstock's poem "Jamie's Story". So thank you for that.
I hope you will not judge me for this.

#depression #heart #pain #memories #soul #innocence #trauma #stolen #online #*******

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Fear VS Love

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Jack Jenkins

Fear VS Love

We were two star crossed lovers
too afraid to open our front doors
so we died to the flames of our fear

Just another moody, dark, angsty poem from your favorite depressed psychopath.

#love #poem #poetry #fear #death #lovers #jack #jenkins

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

The Station

Mar 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Kim Lang

The Station

The train pulled into the station
It was the beginning years
The days were not my own
Her, yanking my arm as we boarded
Me, following unsteadily down the row
Hers, the only seat available
Something to be shared
Something to be taken
The sounds of the engine and passengers
Giving me hope for more
My purpose and destination unknown

The train pulled into the station
It was the young years
The days were meant to be savored
Me, ravenous for freedom
Her, a haunting presence
Something to avoid
Something to push to the future
My seat by the window, roomy with possibilities
Giving me hope for more
My purpose and destination are mine

The train pulled into the station
It was the middle years
The days were lived for others
Me, dragging myself aboard
Her, a presence in a crowded aisle
Something to hide from
Something to question
The window frosted over, hiding the passage of time
My purpose and destination traded away

The train pulls into the station
It is the golden years
The days and story my own to reclaim
Me, climbing aboard, prepared and vigilant
Her, diminished but unforgotten
My seat fully my own
Some stories to be shared
Some spirit to be rekindled
The sunset out the window, guiding the autumn of my life
My purposes and destination lighting the open road ahead

This poem is about the tumultuous relationship I had with my mother - even after she passed. I miss her and I don't...

#life #mothers

Feb 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

wanderlust

Feb 2017 Akinwale damilare ayomikun

Cait Harbs

wanderlust

I want to claw at the sky,
see what masterpiece that Sun sneaks away
to paint behind its pale blue canvas,
see the backdrop of the moon's dress rehearsal.

I want to rip the seam of the horizon,
open the cage door of this illusion called reality
that we ceaselessly beat our wings against,
open the fabric and discover what lies beyond the known.

I want to climb to the tip of man's reach,
running far away from the land where right and wrong
are the boundary markers, instead
running to the secret caves in the atmosphere of ambiguity.

Essentially,
take me anywhere
no one's ever been
and everywhere
no one should go.

let's go on an adventure, darling.

#travel #wanderlust