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love should last forever not for just a day
it should last a lifetime never go away
if your love is true it will never part
stay with you eternally locked inside your heart

its a special gift to last  your whole life through
given from above handed down to you
something you hold on to dont let it slip away
love should last forever not only for a day.
I drank the bottle of ***** with hopes that it might erase you from my mind.
I burned the things you gave me hoping nothing would remind me that you existed.
I wrote you 3 pages of how I felt hoping it might bring me peace.
But none of them worked.
I still remember your face, how your cheek bones are perfectly shaped.
I was addicted to you, God, How you made me feel.
You're still in my mind rushing through my veins.
I can still remember the way you felt, your skin against mine.
You said I was your world but ****** you were my galaxy.
Nothing but sadness consumes me now,
dead flowers and butterflies lay in my stomach.
You killed them the day you started doing what you did.
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
Mayah Seals
Lust
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
Mayah Seals
An action. Never-ending.  
It's the way I love because I love the wrong way.
I lust for items, I lust for touch.
Most of all, I lust for us to be chest to chest.
With ragged breathing, sweaty palms.
Wet lips and all thought gone.
No gentle whispers.
No soft clutch.
To be held tight. To be kissed rough.
I do not lust for hand holding or that over used, three worded phrase.
The only three words I lust for are 'I want you'.
The only whisper be our skin brushing together.
Nails raking down your back.
A sigh of ecstasy at a long-awaited ******.
And when my body hungers for more,
Lust will call you back to my door.
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
Grace
Oh honey
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
Grace
You think you're special then you realize
he talks to one
two
four
or eleven
other girls
the same way
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
unwritten
don't dress like a *****,
                                            but remember: your success is based upon how much of your *** they see.

stand up for yourself,
                                            but remember: use the wrong tone, and your husband will beat you.

have fun,
                                            but remember: going out alone and drinking will only end up with you in a stranger's bed the next morning.

make sure you never have to rely on your man for money,
                                            but remember: someone will probably steal your purse while you're out alone.

"no" means "no,"
                                            but remember: you always have to give him what he wants.

**** isn't the victim's fault,
                                            but remember: you were asking for it.

it's your life. it's your body.
                                            but remember:
                                                      ­           it's not.


                                                        ­                                                               (a.m.)
Hi. Please be sure to read the poem in its entirety before commenting, thank you. And just so we're clear: this poem is not in any way meant to degrade women, but rather to point out how society often sends women and girls mixed messages. We tell them not to act like "*****" or "******," and yet everywhere you look there's another song or music video that sexualizes women, and then we blame the victims when **** occurs. We tell them to be independent and stand up for themselves, but then automatically assume they must have done something wrong if they get beaten by their spouses or significant others. We tell them to take control of their lives and bodies, and yet the very next moment, we tell them the exact opposite.

Every two minutes, an American is sexually assaulted. 1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their lifetime.

It's 2014, and I am still a long way off from being a parent. But I wouldn't want my future daughter living in a world like this.

She shouldn't have to.
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
Leah Rae
Six girls.
Four bunk beds.
Freshman year.
College.
We are all nervous.
Elbows and knees. Awkward.
Like being packed into a cattle car.
Rewind 6 years.
Homeless, living in the back of a minivan.
Three children, and our mother.

Sleeping together in a single motel bed
Nervous for morning.

Elbows and knees.
I am built for building.
Made to create.
Hands like carpenters, I make a home out of anywhere I go.
Learned to carry it on my back.
To take things with me.

And now, I am almost nineteen year old and I have been living out of boxes for the past two months.

Out of containers filled with my own clothing.
I feel like I can’t find stillness.
Or have silence.

I haven’t been alone in two months.
I am sleeping with the lights on.
They call this temporary housing,
For all the students who applied late.
Like me.

But I didn't think I would be here.
But I was raised poor,
remember the minivan,
so a free college education tasted like..
Like you’re starving, and your mom’s food stamps haven’t came in yet, and you’re at the grocery store,
and its Saturday,

and they’re handing out free samples.

And I feel lucky.
And I feel blessed.
And I feel grateful.
And I feel slighted.
And I feel frustrated.
And I feel tired.
And I feel angry.

Angry that I am this easy to tear down.
That I am ticker tape,
salvage yard,
construction zone.
That the four walls of the home I've tried to build inside of myself can be so easily burned down.

Can be destroyed.
A fire alarm in my chest, and a flooded basement.
That I can’t find peace in the only home I've ever had.

There are motel signs.
Blinking,
three am,
and my mother’s credit card is being declined.
And my little sister won’t stop crying.

And we are in a homeless shelter when I’m 6.

And we’re in another when I’m 8.

And another when I’m 13.

I’m 19 in a few months,
And this dorm feels like another one.

And I’m convinced they build these places, on purpose.
Temporarily temporary.

To show us how temporary we all are.
That we can’t take anything with us.

That I can't take anything with me.

Where ever it is that I am going.
Where ever it is that I might end up.
I’m just praying..

Praying there is a warm bed to sleep in when I get there.
 Sep 2014 Felicia R
iffahnabilah
Just because someone desires you,
doesn't mean they value you.
Just because he has mysterious black eyes,
and scars on his hands,
doesn't mean you'll be a part of his story.
Even if he calls you up at 2am,
because he miss the sound of your voice,
and the softness of your skin,
remember that he is -
he needed someone,
he didn't need you.
You're holding his hands,
looking at him,
and he seem miles away.
Remember, do not blame him for this aching pain.
Remember he is just a boy.
Remember it is your fault for letting yourself be treated this way.
Remember, honey, remember,
one more day will only postpone the heartbreak.
So as to say, that one more day might make him fall in love with you.
Anything can happen within that one day.
But never spend it in bed,
hugging your knees,
and crying till all the pain goes away.
Do not allow yourself to live in a state of denial.
Do not deny the fact that you are merely a passer-by who troubled him too much on his adventure.
Accept the fact your relationship is a pair of lines that crossed.
Accept the fact that honey,
no matter how much you love him,
even more than a fire loves a forest,
if he loves you back,
he'll come back home.

( FAH )
 Jul 2014 Felicia R
diana
that boy
 Jul 2014 Felicia R
diana
that boy which i thought was
perfect, really wasn't

he had flaws just  like
anybody else, he
wasn't the smartest person
around
but i loved him so.

that boy that hurt me in the end
really didn't know what
he was doing, so i forgave him.

that boy which was only a star in the sky,
but i knew he was my world.

but that boy, that boy that
i can keep writing about,
really did have a big part in my life
which i will never forget.

oh, and how i loved him so.
this really isn't a poem just some thoughts.
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