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 Nov 2015 Juneau
Liz And Lilacs
There are no boundaries
      in this world
Only the walls that we create.
      Socially acceptable questions
with socially predictable answers,
    * Stay in the box
             color in the lines
                  
follow directions *
There are no boundaries
        in this world
Too often are we taught what to think instead of how to think. We should teach how to think creatively and analytically, but instead we are taught to pick a premade side and stay.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Amber K
The Girl.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Amber K
What do you expect,
from a girl who has only known lies.
From a person who knows hurt
better than she knows herself.

She's heard every line,
every single false statement.
Then the apology that follows,
ever so simply.

Do you expect her to trust,
without any doubt?
Without quivering at the thought
that history could repeat itself.

She has seen light turn to darkness
so fast that it left her shaking.
She has been broken and bruised,
so much that her body aches without reason.

And you expect her to smile,
to laugh,
to relax,
and to trust with no fear?

Then that is what she will try to do.
Because she will not fall.
She will not be beaten down.
She will get back up and dust herself off once again.

Because when she loves,
she loves with everything she has.
She is willing to give everything for the ones she loves.
She is willing to forgive.

Even if she loses herself in the process.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Grace
Skin
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Grace
Today I have to crawl back in,
To indulge again in skin, slimy, loose,
Wrinkled saggy skin.
I could lift it in great handfuls,
Feel the muscles, the blood, the everything,
The clammy coldness beneath my fingers.
It makes me sick to the mind;
I want to crawl back out again and run
But there is nothing left to run on, to run to,
Only something uglier than this.
I want to claw it off, the itching in my arms. Scratching,
Scratching at raw flesh, raw muscle,
Exposed veins, all stuck beneath my fingernails.
It is disgusting.
It is inconsequential.
It’s skin.
We did some poetry exercises as part of my creative writing class and one of them was to write a piece in the style of the confessional poets. I tried, but I feel like I always use the same images when trying to explain these emotions.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
ThePoet
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

©
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Persephone
Paradise
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Persephone
I'm sad and sentimental
But I feel like taking risks
It's dark behind my eyelids
But what a nice place to exist

If only we could take the back roads
To some long awaited bliss
I would dance beneath the blue sky,
smother you gently, like ocean foam
it's dark behind my eyelids
But what a nice place to call home.

Our secrets harmonize in union
humbling fear crafted by their wake.
oh dear, it's dark behind my eyelids
but what a beautiful escape.
 Nov 2015 Juneau
Sarah Mew
It's our responsibility as parents to teach our children that this world has many belief systems. We must allow our children to learn about their individual spirituality and support them if they decide to choose a system of belief outside our own.

Perhaps by raising our children in the system of belief that we have accepted to guide our individual life paths, without also allowing them to understand that they are free to accept or disagree, leads to the idea that others have denied our beliefs and are wrong for theirs. Especially if we teach our children that our beliefs are more true than others or to disregard others beliefs with disdain, with disgust for their way of life. Especially if we teach our children to fear their spiritually by threat of punishment or damnation. Then not only are others wrong but they now deserve punishment and retribution.

We must be responsible and teach our children to hear openly, to share and receive love, patience, ideas, understanding. We must encourage them to seek and find what makes them whole. We must support their feelings and conviction because that's what makes a happy person, a strong person who has been accepted and will accept others.  We are responsible to teach our children that we all deserve to feel whole but not at the loss of someone else's wholeness.
Just rolling through some thoughts. It might all be *******..
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