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 Mar 2015
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
 Aug 2014
Ashley Lopez
Ten
One pill was too little,
Two was just enough.
Three was to push the limit.
Four was to prove it wasn't a bluff.
Five was to be thin.
Six was for the hell of it.
Seven was to purge myself from within.
Eight was for my hipbones to stick out like knives.
Nine was to ensure that I might not wake up alive.

Ten little pills, she held them in her hand
Threw them all away, to let her spirit mend.
Supported by her craftsmen,
poets and good friends
She realized, she's not alone
She'll be strong once again.
Credit to Ana Sophia for the happy ending she gave me.
 Jul 2014
Joyce Rocha
Accept the loss of each day.
They will, for sure, add something in your way.
It can be a tear,
Or probably a fear.
But it’s not just it!

Maybe you will not be the same again.
Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain.
But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries
It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries.

The speech of Loss
Is constantly repeating
"Accept it!
Accept it, please, accept it!
Let it be.
Let it go.
Let it ache.
Let it heal!”

We spend our whole lives searching for things
We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too.
And we can find these things in different places
In different ways, on different days.
But we lost these things too
We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon.
In different places,
In different ways, on different days.

Losing is a paradox
The more we lose, the more we gain

I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home.
I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother.
Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome,
And they conforted me like a mother.

But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy.
I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries.

Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters
The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.
Thanks to Maga!

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