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 Jan 2019 Fatima
Masha Yurkevich
Forget
what hurt you.
But
never forget
what it
taught you.
 Jan 2019 Fatima
Amanda Shelton
Like a candle I am waiting
for my muse, you will
find me in the window
pondering, a small flame
ulluminates the room.

I am always in deep thought,
wondering the forest of ideas
I grow within my mind.

Like Alice, I am lost at times
in a poetic wonderland
formatted by my reality.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
 Nov 2018 Fatima
kgl
Cigarette
 Nov 2018 Fatima
kgl
like a cigarette, ignited and raised to your scornful lips
you made me your addiction
and i let you consume me
I wish to write
before feeling takes
flight.
But I fear it will
be a love song.
As if the world needs
another one of those.

Ruining out of ways
to say the same things
in my prose.
Trying to be dry.
But getting the
words out;
has me on tiptoes.

Sweating words;
pores full of metaphor.
not knowing if I
even make sense anymore.
 Nov 2018 Fatima
Ralph Bobian
What can I tell you
About how I feel?
I can express that I'm aware
of each one of my emotions..
And that I know I need to heal.
I can tell you exactly where they came from
And what exactly caused them.
I can describe the unbearable pain they've given
And that I'm working to resolve them
I can explain in the most specific
and descriptive ways
How hard it is to face these emotions,
Each and every day.
I can weave my words on how I feel,
In ways no one else can say
Just to make you comprehend the stress
That my mind and body pays

I’m a thousand miles from my own words
But the first to understand
It's like I'm fixing you a puzzle,
But the pieces are too far
from my reaching hand.
It's like I'm writing you a story,
But run out of ink to write the end.
It's like I'm without a paintbrush
While I paint an image in your head

So although I'm self-aware
Of every emotion that I've expressed..
I'd rather be completely clueless,
And unaware instead.

Even though I can explain my emotions
Down to the finite and specifics,
Even though
I can admit that I know
That I've become undone
and feel unfinished..
this entire time
I know you’ve tried
But there's a point that you've been missing.
I want so badly to feel completed
But the tools required

...are non-existent.
I feel everyone has a hard time expressing their emotions or even admitting or knowing that they need healing.  What I find even harder, being VERY self-aware of what's going on or knowing that things need to get better, and then you don't know how. That *****. This is for everyone lost in their own translation
 Nov 2018 Fatima
marïama
emotions
 Nov 2018 Fatima
marïama
part of me wants to scream... i want to scream out to the world to get them to understand.
I want to scream until there isn’t a single breath left in my lungs, until they sting with the energy i’ve expended and my words hang in the air for all  to hear.
to be poet you must write with a certain passion
live with the satisfaction that you can constantly assemble phrases, words and lines
because to truly write you must feel..
you must freely write your emotion
you must learn to let go of your darkest secrets
allow the words to flow from your mind
emancipate yourselves from mental salvery
they cannot comprehend why I write,
I am working for inner peace,
fighting for the freedom of my soul
writing is my form of release , because sometimes
poetry is not a turning loose of emotion but an escape of emotion
moments when I start writing and yet know what I am even to write of
poetry is about discovering , just like happiness
these aren't things ready made
we fear what we know but do not understand
we are loose at the seems
pretending to fine
 Nov 2018 Fatima
Toothache
Nostalgia
 Nov 2018 Fatima
Toothache
Little house
Timeless street
Childhood garden

The scent of your preschool playground after a storm on a Wednesday in may

The ring of your parents' doorbell

The weepy feeling looking at childhood photos and knowing you'll never get those moments back

The melancholy moment you realize the book you're reading was your favorite bedtime story

The second the atmosphere shifts and you're suddenly thrown back to memories of your mothers embrace on a stormy night

The suffocating feeling of revisiting tales thinning at the ends as your recollection slowly fades

The slipping grip of what once was that will never be again, slowly turning faded and acid washed until its nothing but a feeling you cant put a name to

Nostalgia
 Nov 2018 Fatima
Chromium
A day seems dark
Night still dark
Yet I smile,
Trying to make a light

I want loneliness,
I want sadness,
It seems it's my happiness,
A melancholic happiness

Everybody making fun,
Someone worries
I worry someone
I pretend to make fun of everybody

I was born to die
I lived to leave
I'm guess I'm ready
Burden won't become steady

It is hard,
It is painful
Not for me,
But for my everybody

I sit here, sometimes lying
Crying in the inner
Not in the outer,
It will be a forever cycle
 Feb 2018 Fatima
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
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