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 Aug 2018 brxken
elm
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 Aug 2018 brxken
elm
27
both of us
must grow
and change
at our own
pace
i just hope
that we
will always
come back
to the same
place
together
 Jul 2018 brxken
Ken
believe
 Jul 2018 brxken
Ken
i wish i could understand why you did it.
but i don’t think i ever will.
why did you pretend to care for so long?
it was evident you didn’t, and still don’t.

i wish i could understand why i did it.
but i don’t think i ever will.
why did i let myself believe you for so long?
and; why does a a little part of me still believe
for m
 Jul 2018 brxken
Jason Drury
You're gone.
I’m shattered.
Perfect little pieces,
of self broken.
Reflecting each side,
the hero that fought,
a poet that was adored,
the helpless romantic,
even the sadist.
All of me was for you.

Sweeping up whats left.
Assemble with glue and tape.
I am not perfect,
but I still love you.
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Infamous one
Wedge
 Jul 2018 brxken
Infamous one
All we do is hurt one another
Not a match or meant to be
Hard to shake can't take it anymore
What I thought was right is now wrong
Look of disgust and broken trust
From smiles to smirks the heart turn black
That love turns to hate evil eyes Pierce the soul
From eye contact to hard to look at
From hugs and love to avoiding one another
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Nicole Dawn
Loss
 Jul 2018 brxken
Nicole Dawn
I quietly watch you walk away,
Calling over your shoulder
  "I'll never leave you"

(But we both know you're never coming back)
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JL Smith
When tears caress my cheekbones
It's rarely for my sake
This heart of mine empathizes immeasurably
For when another endures pain

My voice may not soothe
My written words unlikely to mend,
But my silent presence offers
Peace and prayer
Until your healing begins

© JL Smith
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Pagan Paul
.
The pained and broken often say
that the answers lay in the dark.
Amongst the old shattered pieces
each little torture leaves its mark.

Each scar born holds a sad story
containing fragments of feeling.
Therein lays the whole of truth
and the first spark of a healing.

So what of the shining light
that is supposed to show the way.
All the answers lay in the dark,
so the pained and broken say.



© Pagan Paul (28/06/18)
.
Exploring some of the aspects of depression to try
to understand my own BPD and depression better.
.
 Jun 2018 brxken
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement,
nor
his amazement,
to disguise!

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
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Katrina
Grow
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Katrina
it's funny how much the last few/6 years teach you what went wrong. How your reactions have made the last few years happen. And being in certain places and with certain people. It has made your life.

Life is a crazy thing.
I know I **** at it ,and have much room to grow. But life is a gift

With all this world has created, we only see bills and making happiness for every wrong reason.

We love life . We hate life. We wish we were anywhere but here.

Where does it end?  

We never have enough.

We get stuck.
We put ourselves down.
We get stuck.


No more growing.
We love attention
And addictions.
And everything that's the worst.

When will we grow up.
When will we go with a gut instinct of what's right and wrong.
When will we have guts???

Love the world.
Love you.
And grow.
It kinda got away from me... Yeah
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