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I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.
 Mar 2015 Christin Manuela
Ramir
Hi wanderer.

are you lost?
Or are you searching?
Searching for something to give you meaning.
Have you been found?
Or is waiting to be?
You could share me your stories
Id share mine to thee.
Are you looking for love?
Are you for fun?
Im not here to waste time.
Please do not waste mine.
Wanderer.. you might've been searching
you've might have been found..
you've might've seen your meaning
you've might have seen through mine.
Or you dont.
whatever might this bring.
I'm glad you've dropped by.
You've never wasted time here.
Every little thing you've done.
Is worthwhile.
Are you lost??
 Mar 2015 Christin Manuela
Moksha
You are vile, cruel to women and callous,
This is not my country...this is not my home.


Your men fight battles over themselves
Cowards who wag tails for authority
and are not ashamed to beat up the weak
This is not my country...this is not my home

You who have silenced so many
On the topic of ****, ****** harassment and other crimes

You who have given me no choice as a woman
but to cleave my way through your vile judgments

Your insolence is all I can see, and I don't wish to return

I don't wish to be loyal to one who cannot hold any respect


For me or my fellow women


this is not my country.


this is not my home.
dear suicidal tendencies,
it’s three in the morning, you’ve woken me up
i sit on my bed with nothing but this pen and coffee cup
you’re at the front of mind, putting pressure on my forehead
i want to sleep it off, but you want me dead

dear suicidal tendencies,
it’s four in the morning and i have tried to fall into a slumber
but every time i close my eyes you appear and just make it harder

dear suicidal tendencies,
it’s five in the morning, i am feeling quite harmful to my wellbeing
you’ve pushed yourself through the surface of my skin and I can’t help what i’m seeing
you’re so dark, so scary; your fingers are course as you run them along the surface of my wrist
and you tell me words, saying my death will be forgotten and unappreciated just like mist

dear suicidal tendencies,
it’s six in the morning and I’m debating a future i cannot see
i’m letting you win, you’re words have made me believe i’ll be free
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you've gotten inside of me,

crawled through the cracks in my skin

and

made your home in my veins



every now and then

you crawl through the cuts on my body

and

talk to me



other times you

make your way into my mind

and

speak to me there
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 Mar 2015 Christin Manuela
Brooke
The mothers don't care
The brothers don't share
The sisters push you
The dad overlooks you

They don't love
But they don't hate
They only leave room to discriminate

For you feel all alone
But there is no need to groan
It might not be alright
But you can win this fight

Dear, you are special
In your own way
This is why I am here to say
It will be okay.

Not everyone knows about your scars
Or the pills to make you see the stars

But I've been there
I have won that fight
I walk around with a smile on my face
To show I was there that night

I know your secrets
I know your lies
So you can no longer say goodbye

I'll be there to help you
At the end of the day
Maybe then you'll realize
*It will be okay.
 Mar 2015 Christin Manuela
Elijah
I’m a broken soul
my heart’s shattered into sharp pieces
I’m not good for you
or you wanna change me into
a better somebody?

I’m a broken soul
with a shattered canvas
my air breathes to the
fantasies of my imagination
allow yourself to latch onto me
to create something beautiful

Your tongue spits fire
through the metaphors you lace
please fix my broken heart
I miss being in love
can I get that feeling again?

Embrace my skin with the
touch of your hands
awaken my dreams with an
enlightened reminscement of
your precious temple
allow me to get that feeling again.
Am I broken or nah?
By: Elijah & Ofentse Tsie

#Art #Heart #Imagination #Light #Love #Soul

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