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There's no greater love
Than that of a mother and her child
Times that by three
And the maternal instinct goes wild

To not be around what you hold dear
Can tear your world apart
Distance and no hope brings a tear
Ripping out the motherly heart



I miss them, truly deeply madly
They're my whole entire world
I need help to even see them again
One baby boy and two big girls

Their daddy was never truly a father
But now he's just using them to hurt me
Keeping them away, tearing them from my arms
Telling me I HAVE to just sign over custody

I want to fight this, I want to hold them every night
But no lawyer I can find is willing to help for free
I feel so lost, hopeless, like I'll never find a way
So, I'm putting my pride aside and asking for help with my poetry...


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 Apr 2015 josin137
Chaotic Angel
As I was staring at the stars,
I remember those memories of ours.

We were so oblivious of our surroundings
That we didn't realize what was happening
Some became envious of us for we have found our bliss
Not thinking that we sacrificed a lot before reaching this
They don't know how hard it is to face all our demons
Not knowing it will all be wasted just because of some shallow reasons
We became like puppets that were being controlled
They told us that we're still not that old
What we felt was only temporary
And when the time comes, it will fade away slowly
I believed that they were wrong
For my love for you was too strong
But I think our love's unrequited
Because you believed in every word they said
With that you just left me, alone and broken
And until now, I have no idea how to fix myself again

Now, I'm staring again at the stars,
Thinking why you left me with all these scars.
 Apr 2015 josin137
Aditi
Would it be a cliché
If I say
the element
Of my nightmares
Is mostly her in your arms

Would it be a cliche
If I tell
You made a house
In my thoughts,
A permanent occupant.

Would it be a cliche
If I admit
The first light of day
Seems so heavy on my brows,
Without having you to wake up to.

Would it be a cliché
If I confess
You are the only one I can write about,
My words have a way of evolving
Themselves around you

Would it be a cliche
If my heart aches
At the way you say her name
You voice so gentle, barely concealing
The longings you have.

Would it be a cliche
If I say
The main element
Of my nightmares
Is her in your arms
I have not slept in two days
 Apr 2015 josin137
Tina Marie
I just want to let you know
That I am still here for you
I had to let you go
So you could figure out what's true.

You hold my soul within your eyes
I never wanted to love you
You haven't said your goodbyes
And I hope you never do.

Take all the time you need
To figure out what you should do
Ignore my pain as my heart bleeds
I just want what's best for you.

But when you've got it figured out
If you still want me let me know
Please don't give me room to doubt
If I should stay or I should go.
Sometimes the ones we care about need space. They need time to figure things out on their own. It's hard to step back and give it to them. Even when you're sure they care, it feels like goodbye.
 Apr 2015 josin137
sc
fragile
 Apr 2015 josin137
sc
fragile aren't you
no more running
no more walking
your bones have lost their strength
your mind has wondered off
will it return?
do you remember the simple things
like names
and numbers
or the color of his eyes
 Apr 2015 josin137
Dreamer
Cinderella
walked on broken glass
Aurora
let a whole lifetime pass
Belle
fell in love with a hideous beast
Jasmine
vowed her marriage to a common thief
Ariel
ventured on land above
Snow White
barely escaped the knife

Because bearing a life of LOVE
**means overcoming all aspects of strife
 Apr 2015 josin137
sanctuary
They always expect me to be something
To be like someone
To the point that I don't know who I should be
I am myself
But not when they're around
They're like soldiers keeping me in place
They try to set standards and I on the other hand try so much to reach them
I wonder
Will they accept me for who and what I am?
Will they understand my actions and the reasons behind them?
I always doubt they would
But besides these things
I just want to be free
Can I really be?
Specially when they are what I call family
 Apr 2015 josin137
Akaash Patel
I guess I can write what is on your mind.
Because you can so easily relate.
As if we spent a lifetime together and you shared with me, your laughter and your pain.
I'm a stranger, a stranger who knows you very well.
You know me, sometimes you read my words and it pulls you out of hell.
And these thoughts I conjure, tend to disturb my slumber.
It's like I sense the pain of a million souls who wander.
Its in the beauty of words, and when your eyes touch the page, it's everything you've ever needed to escape.
Photographs;
telling others of
memories.

Black
and white;
faces of
past.

Pictures, I do not take.
Memories are my own
coloured with sparks of red, green, blue, yellow, orange, purple;
Friends, family live in the mind, growing, changing, existing where ever my heart desires;
Laughter, joy, smiles consume my head, frowns, cries, sadness, hardships behind each story.

Photographs;
caught in
still
motion.
Smiles
or frowns,
stolen
from the
story.

Photograph, do not take of me. I wish for ink not be my deathbed, living in the mind is what I ask for;
Memories are one's own, think of mine with no reserves, and my image shall live and grow with you.
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