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Anastasia Braun Oct 2020
I know I'm not the only flower in your garden

  Not the prettiest nor most precious

I'm not silly, I could never compete with a Rose or a Lily

But I grow strong  in hopes someday you will pick me

My roots are set deep

So I wait for the times when you tend to my needs  

Feeding me with false hope and watered down excuses

Searching for a light to shine on me

But theses days I've just grown green with envy

I know I'm not the only flower in your garden

I just hoped maybe you'd pick me

Instead you let me wither away

To bloom again for someone else someday
Sep 2014 · 708
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Anastasia Braun Sep 2014
I've been lacking inspiration lately ,
Jun 2014 · 983
Numb
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
I'm numb
Emotionally
Physically
Numb

I feel nothing
But the hollowness
That radiates from my bones
Work in progress
Jun 2014 · 578
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Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
Like this poem

I am a *work in progress
Jun 2014 · 982
My childhood
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
I was forced to grow up
At such a young age
Falling victim to my fathers rage
Held captive in my own home
The one place where you're supposed to feel safe

So they shipped me away
I was confused and afraid
I grew up afraid
Not of the dark
Or the monsters under my bed
But the monsters inside my head

They sound a lot like you
Telling me how worthless
How stupid
How useless I am
Unwanted and unloved
This is how I grew up

Maybe this is the reason I have this hole
Where my heart should be
Maybe this is the reason I feel so empty

Maybe this is the reason I search for love
In a place where love does not exist
Because any kind of love is better than this

This pain  emanates from these open wounds
Which seem to never heal
I dont know what I am supposed to feel

These scars on my heart match the scars on my arms
A somber sign that I am still alive
The blood flows the same way as the tears that I've cried

I never once bit the hand that fed me
in return it was the one
that hit me
A callous kind of charity

I may be big now
But those days I still feel so
Small
I tell my self
I am strong
And I have come a long way
This path may not be smooth
But I choose to make it through
No matter what they say I cannot do


I am worthy of love
Work in progress
Jun 2014 · 624
They're coming
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
Maybe the reason I yell in my sleep

Is because I know

My demons are coming for me.
Jun 2014 · 503
It's not me it's you
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
How did we get here?
Not the place
But the moment.
Blowing on the kindles
Of our once burning love
In hopes that a single spark may fly
And relight the passion we once felt.

In the heat of bliss we swore
We would never love another
But I can't help to think
There has to be something better.

We wander aimlessly in love with something that will only collect dust
But was it really love
Or only lust?

As I stare into your dark sunken eyes
I can't help but see the future
We once had
Shatter like broken glass
Leaving open wounds
We hope will soon heal
But never really do.

I never thought I would
Have to utter
These bitter words ;



It's not me


It's you.
I took some inspiration from being as an ocean and my own life
Jun 2014 · 14.9k
Stand up against homophobia
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
Stand tall
Stand proud
They tell us
But how can we stand at all?
When we have been beaten
And broken
And stripped of our identities.
The past is not
Just the past
It is our fears
And our memories.

This is a fight
For basic human rights
And we will not surrender.
Because love
Is about love
And not about
Gender.

We have to break this cycle
The cycle of hate
And the cycle of oppression
Because too many people
Have fallen victim
To depression.

Love is blind
Which makes society deaf
Unable to hear the pleas
Of the people who would rather
Choose death
Than live in fear
In fear of being who they are.

So stand up for what is right
Stand up for those who
Cannot stand for themselves
Those who feel they have
No voice.
What society must learn is that:

Ignorance is a choice

Who you love is not.
My first poem

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