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 Jan 2015 Bb Maria Klara
Annie
I see people
Heart broken
Just like I have been

I see them
I watch them cursing love
Trying to move on

You know
Why there is
All this misery?

Love
Is a healer
Only when minor

It cures the broken
Perfects a smile
And keeps you hoping

But love itself
Is not perfect
Just like you, just like me

It may leave you broken
Haunt your smile
Steal your desires

But let's not
Put the blame on love
Lets not bury it

For it deserves a chance
Like you and me
Let's keep its traces

Though
You need not to
Depend on love

For your happiness
Should lie within
You, your God and music

Be the thunder
To the stormy nights
The rainbow after a rainy day

And to me
This and only this is
The truth about love
Well,in my perspective.
 Jan 2015 Bb Maria Klara
Zac Mac
10w
 Jan 2015 Bb Maria Klara
Zac Mac
10w
You                                                                               Are
       In                                                                   My
            Mind                                                  But
                      Not                                     My
                             Heart          Anymore
 Jan 2015 Bb Maria Klara
Jaimi M
Look at me;
watch as my body
caves to your
everything.
Your hands are
like a poison
seeping into
my skin,
infecting every
inch of my body.
But please,
continue on,
I won't dare ask
you to stop;
You're easily the
worst, best thing
that's ever happened
to me.
-JRM
Fret not
over
who you have been,
what you have done.

Simply seek
to do better
henceforth.

Look not back,
but forwards.

Be not constrained
by thy past:
unleash thy future.
Title is pronounced:
"Fehr-bess-air-ung"
Verbesserung is German for 'Improvement" or "Betterment"
dear media;
my body is art.
**** your opinion and your ideals on what I should be
because I am living, breathing art.

my face shows young beauty,
inspiration and awe found in my eyes
and just beneath the pupil, a shimmer of excitement.

my lips have said so much, they seem to be so ripe with the words they speak,
they send daggers
yet stay plump and baby pink.

and what about my arms? they have endured so much,
every cut, bruise, and punch for a lonely night or the feeling of not being good enough.
they allow me to write my words;
hold those up plagued with the feeling of being alone
my arms, they are strong.

my stomach is like a mountain and
next time I'm in bed the man I'm with will understand as he
runs his fingers between every space of each rib and kisses my stomach,
down to my inner thighs and back up again.

and my thighs, still fresh and wild
dangle and jump at the mere sight of adventure
wrap around a mans waist to make him feel better and
kiss him on the cheek with the lips I spoke of before.

my brain will hold and absorb galaxies,
an endless universe unfolding before me and
i will take in each bit and dream of it at night because;

i am ambitious, diligent, strong and talented,
and yet I can still be
soft and caressed and fragile but,
media, society, never mistake my kindness for weakness because
i will take the food you feed me and spit it right out because
my body and mind is worth much more.

dear media;
my body is art,
and you will not be the artist.

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Happy new years everyone! I just want to thank you for the endless support I get although I don't have much work up. I wrote this little poem because one of my resolutions is to love myself more. I spent so much time in 2014 obsessing over my weight, and now im ready to be healthy and not worry so much about it. Thanks once again and have a great new year!!
I don't feel like a poet, No sir I don't
I can write words upon a page
But does that make me a poet?
I have passion for the art
Am I a poet yet?
My pen meets paper with scribbles of thoughts
Am I a poet yet?
I share tales of the heart
Am I a poet yet?
Today I feel not of a poet
But of a girl who shares of madness
Crawling up from the abyss of it
All those years hiding, a walking shadow
Amongst the crowds of masks
to finally walk in the light removing
my own mask for the world to see being
different isn't bad if only you have the strength to remove the mask
Seeing the beauty of us all, the light and  dark of ones inner self
The one under the mask
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