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memories spinning
like vinyl records
once glossy and smooth
now scratched and skips
disingenuous words
moments of silence revisited
i always wondered why you looked away when we
made love
 Oct 2014 Bethany Duvall
Natalie
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.
*n.e.w.
I found that realizing you have to move on is about as tragic as becoming sick of your favorite song.
You still feel inclined to listen to it from time to time,
No matter how much you know you don't want to or need to.
It's upsetting and unfortunate, but you just to pull through it,
And live a life without music for a little while.
I want to be your favorite piece of music that you play in the dead of night when you can't fall back asleep.
To my sexist coworkers
Who think this is just another feminist discourse. And that it should not be taken seriously because feminism is a joke. Well, is what he did to me at seven a joke? The way I plotted to shoot, stab, **** him every time we had a family party or dinner, the way I forced myself to snail and just be glad in the midst of planning his ******, is that funny to you? How, almost ten years later, another evil character was able to do things that were almost identical, except I was begging him to stop with every move his grimy finger made across my smooth skin, defiling it each time he touched me and ignored my pleas, do you laugh at that too? And I almost forgot, the care with which the first one was treated and the disapproval that was directed towards me after the second one, do you find that amusing? I was blamed and no one even cares how he shut out everything I said to him, how he harassed me via technology to no end, how I felt trapped and at times even felt that jumping off of a rooftop into a deep ditch where no one would ever find me and I could die peacefully was a more viable option that staying under his gawk. An owl stalks his prey, and he was ready to attack. Knowing that had I made one wrong move or said one thing differently that this would have had an even more tragic ending and I would have bore the blame. So yes, this is just another feminist rampage, but it needs to be heard. No woman or man deserves to go through the anguish of not being heard because of their status or reproductive organs as I did. I am not the first to experience this trauma and sadly, I am not even close to the last. This is my story, her story, his story, their story, and it is our duty as a human race to hear each individual and personal tale they have to tell. We owe it to our loved ones, complete strangers, our parents, our children to listen. This story of oppression and the ability to overcome it needs to be told.
 Oct 2014 Bethany Duvall
J Drake
Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.

Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years
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I think the most important part of this life
is learning how to live
solely and completely for yourself.
I say this because no matter
how hard things get for you
all you will ever have
is you.

Smile in the mirror,
remind yourself
that the sun shines out of your ***,
and walk in the light
of every new day
you have ahead.

I remember feelings
and people
that have long since passed.
They weighed on me like wet clothes.
It's too heavy carrying
the burdens of angry words,
and leftover feelings.
You are too important to this world
you are too important to yourself
to allow all of this
to wash over you.

Drench yourself in kind smiles
and happy thoughts.
This life seems so hard sometimes,
but there is no wrong way to live it
so I commend you
on the effort
you've shown thus far.

I look forward
to every person
I will wholly
love.
But
as for right now
my *** looks great
in these jeans
my skin is clearing up
and my
hair has come
to terms with
itself.






Love hurts
in every form.
I have written letters
to God
that spewed
nothing
but cold hearted
empty words.
I was given nothing
but warmth
in return.

I will hug myself
every night
I have
an opportunity
to breathe.
I have lived with myself
thus far
and
when
someone comes
out of the wood work
I will love them more
because
I
taught
myself
how.
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