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 Jun 2014 Margaret
LJW
Mom...
I've wanted to tell you,
it hurt me when you threw me out.
I needed help
and
you turned your back on me and called the cops.  

That ******.

You were my mom.
I think about that on this day and wish I could forgive you.
I can't.
Happy Mother's Day.
c.2014
 Jun 2014 Margaret
Ellie White
You have no idea, how much I wish that I could take the pain away,
And replace your teary eyed nights,
With peaceful dream filled sleep,
My heart breaks, when I answer the phone to your tired voice,
Which is full of fear that you cannot shake,

I want you to know a few things,
I have told you them all before,

You are stronger than a million warriors charging into battle,
You posses more knowledge than the smartest people on the earth,
You are worth more than what people tell you and make you think,
You have wisdom beyond your years,
You have felt more pain than anyone should ever feel in their lifetime,

But you are a survivor,
Overcoming every hurdle with grace and dignity,
I don’t believe in a God,
But looking at you navigate life with such grace and pushing fear aside,
Makes me believe in you the way some people believe in a higher power,

You serve as my inspiration,
The person who I want to please with my success,
You are everything I want to be,
Because you,
Although scared, and frightened,
Have created, moulded and navigated your way to a place,
Where even though, there are still scared, tear-filled nights,
Is the right path and place for you to be.


Ellie White
Dedicated to my best friend.
I was young and full of innocence. The world seemed perfect, a playground at my fingertips. Magic was real and fairytales came true. I didn't have to worry about how I feel or how to cure the blues. With that view of the world I felt limitless. I became older and age stole my innocence.
 Jun 2014 Margaret
Anyelo Montero
Amor mío; tan mío... estamos juntos.
Juntos desde la ropa a las raíces.
Juntos desde el otoño a las nubes grises.

Desde los latidos a las caderas.
Desde un simple segundo hasta una compleja vida entera.
Estamos juntos.

Juntos los dos.

Y le repetí: "Ven conmigo" como si me muriera.
Y no se dio cuenta que en mi boca la luna se desangraba por ella.

Y le recité mil poemas y le rogué que no se fuera.
Mientras que en su boca el sol se apagaba y las estrellas en el cielo formaban hileras.

Ni separados por trenes o ciudades.
Ni por mares o muertes o adversidades.
Estamos juntos.

Juntos los dos.

Quédate luna.
Quédate sol.

Y mueran en nosotros ésta noche; que ésta noche estamos juntos los dos.
 Jun 2014 Margaret
Poetry by MAN
I am not a poet...I am just a M.A.N
Living in a world where words can stand
Sharing these lines so you can feel
My passion for this art is for real
Infinite emotions I feel inside  
Will not stay silent nor will I hide
Writing clever lines was never a plan
Emotions open up now I understand
Explosion of thought put on paper
Reality smokes all inhale the vapor
Mold it..fold it..write it on a line
Infuse it with my soul than I sign
M.A.N capture your imagination then blend
Too much of me I would not recommend
Scorpio I am..don't play with me
You might get stung by your destiny
I am one finger in a larger hand
I am not a Poet..I am just a M.A.N
M.A.N 6-11-14
 Jun 2014 Margaret
Wild-Youth
I have this fear that you will discover that I’m not as great.
I am strong, but I break.

All the women walk down the street,
All beautiful and petite.

I look down the street to stumble upon long slender legs and dainty feet,
Only to realize it is because she does not eat.

I see a distorted image constructed by society’s idea of beauty,
And I am no longer aware of my duty.

People are always trying to define you,
That is what makes us all so blue.

I will never be good enough,
Which makes life so much more rough.

All I do is cry,
But my tears are running dry.

I sit here with a blade to my arm,
It has gotten so bad I turned to self harm.

I will never be good enough for you.
And with that I bid you adieu.

As I close my eyes,
The room fills with my cries.

Society is eating me alive.
When did this depression arrive?

All I want to do is heal.
But nothing here is real.

Here’s to society for making me hate myself.
You can place your trophies up on your shelf.

You injected your poison into my mind.
Heaven forbid you be the least bit kind.

This is the real world, no glass shoe.
Do not fall into the hole and let society define you.
 Jun 2014 Margaret
Caroline
I wouldn't consider myself suicidal but if someone was holding a gun to my head and threatening to pull the trigger,
I would pull it myself for the fear of not being in control of my own death is greater than the fear of death itself.

*-c.a.
 Jun 2014 Margaret
jeffrey robin
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So it is

WHAT ?

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You ain't got no life
Til you decide to live

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WE BEEN BUSY

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The stories bein told !

The lies !

They have a purpose
They are not mistakes

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( decide to live )

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It's alright

I am
Here

&

I am so beautiful
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