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Dev A Jan 2015
I'm afraid to speak
Those three simple, short words
That will tell you how I feel.

I'm afraid to think
Those three small, insignificant significant words
That will acknowledge my true feelings.

I'm afraid for what they will mean.
They will make me vulnerable, susceptible to your choice
Your feelings unknown to me.

I'm afraid that you will not repeat
Those three affectionate, tender words
That speak of how much you care.

All I want
Is to hear you say
*I love you
  Jan 2015 Dev A
ryn
People may tell you to not cry...
I won't because I know the difference.
They think they know when in fact they lie...
I say bury yourself in the deepest of detriments.

They may say that a new day will come...
They only spout what they can't comprehend.
They forget that you are ailing from a broken heart and that you're not dumb.
There's only you in your space, alone you stand...

Textbook responses are all they can offer...
They know not that it'll only make things worse...
There can be no replies so nice and proper.
To rid you of your life, your plight, your curse.

They may even share personal events that they think familiar.
Thinking what worked for them may work for you.
But no two situations are the same, albeit looking quite similar.
At the end of the day, you only owe it to yourself to pull yourself through.

I say feed your pain, grieve hard if you must
Wallow... Dwell... Drown yourself everyday.
Let your blood sear your insides, beneath your crumbling crust.
Let the world around you descend into destruction and decay.

What made me the expert...
To say these horrid, putrid things.
Because I am you and we both lay in the dirt.
Driven mad by the persistent echoes of our own misgivings.

I'm no expert... I am just a broken man.
Telling you to let yourself be caught in your own sad and angry song.
Be weak... Be as weak as you possibly can...
So you could rise from the ashes and emerge hale and strong.
A chat I had with a friend made me realise... "What doesn't **** you, makes you stronger..." And I know this to be true... So...

"Be very weak... So you could be strong..."
- ryn

Dedicated to all the broken hearts out there...
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  Jan 2015 Dev A
FallenAngel93
I'm that girl that hides behind that fake smile,
I'm that girl that wears bracelets,
I'm that girl that wears jackets,
I'm that girl that is "Shy"
I'm that girl that has scars,
I'm that girl that has had a past that makes you want to cry hearing it,
I'm that girl you call strong,
I'm that girl..
Quick fix here..
I'm that girl that has too hid behind that fake smile,
I'm that girl the has too wear bracelets,
I'm that girl that  has too wear those jackets,
I'm that girl that is scared to be social because I've been hurt too many times,
I'm that girl that feels lost without her scars because the blade was the only thing there helping for awhile,
I'm that girl that has too move past her own past and never look back,
But most off all *where and the hell do you get strong from
#did #you #know
Dev A Jan 2015
As I sit here thinking of you,
My darling Cinta, my sweet puppy,
All I can think of is how it has all gone askew
Of how I’ve been such a dummy.

I spent day after day
Thinking of ways to let you know
But I couldn’t think of the words to say
I didn’t think of the emotions you would undergo.

I’m so sorry, ever so sorry
For how this has all turned out!
Don’t let in the worry
And I beg you not to pout!

My sweet, darling, Cinta,
To me you are a puppy
Coloring my heart magenta
Playful and funny.

To the rest of the world
You may just be another man, another guy
Having been hurled
Through life and into the sky.

But not to me, never to me
You mean the world to me!
So I send you this plea,
I don’t want you to be angry!

If I could turn back the clocks of time
And have another chance to do this over
I’d make it clear I still want you to be mine
So it wouldn’t turn for the worse in a blur.

I mean every word I write
As I beg your forgiveness
Through the day and the night
Sleepless and tearless.

I’ve cried myself dry
Thinking of your anger
As I try to nullify
Your ill temper.

I don’t want this to end
Not here, not now.
You’re more than just a friend
So to you I make this vow.

I don’t ever want to hurt you
Never again, not on purpose.
We’ll make it through
This ugly abyss!
In Malay, "Cinta" means love, it is a term of endearment I use for my boyfriend as is "puppy" in the case of this poem.
  Jan 2015 Dev A
Carl Joseph Roberts
United Nations

Let us all now make this promise
To be signed by every land
If you hurt the children of this world
As United Nations we will stand

You may never use our children
As fighters in your wars
For our children are not soldiers
They are gifts to be adored

Don't think that you can take them
Or use them as your shields
That the killing of our children
Will help to change the way we feel

No one shall ever force a child
To preform like an adult
For that gift is only theirs to give
When true love is in their hearts

Know the world now stands together
For this fight is worth the cause
And our countries have no boarders
When children are involved

Let us all now make this promise
To be signed by every land
If you hurt the children of this world
As United Nations we will stand


Signed by The People of
The United States Of America

Poem by:
Carl Joseph Roberts
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