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 Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi
AJ
One day
Happiness is going to come.
And I know it won't end well.
Either my depression won't let me answer the door.
My anxiety will make it so uncomfortable, it will want to leave.
Not that I'd have anywhere to put it.
Oh bother.
"Well she loves you, yeah she says that she loves you
You're faithful, she says "Yeah I'm faithful too" "
 Dec 2014 Shaima Al-Marzouqi
B
She looked at the calender.
The day she decided it had to end.
Their special day.

He wasn't the same man.
He became better.
This was the man she wanted.

Her heart came back.
Could she give it a second chance,
after knowing what he had become?

She grew more lonely.
She pushed away all those who got too close.
Even the man that loved her.

She pondered if she could try again.
He had bettered himself.
It sweetened the urge to rekindle.
He finally became the man of her dreams.

Just not her man
All of them
I'm actually happy today....
Something I can't always say.
It feels like a regular day
But,
Life is too hard too anticipate.
Where have you been my whole life
I found my old time love Poetry
My soul sings at thy opportunity
To show apart of me that I choose to hide from the world
Because I'm not the type to say what's on my mind
Hold everything to myself let no one know how I think or feel
Poetry is the only way I know to  free myself and deal with everything that goes on in my head, before I explored from my own bitter insanity

Its my poetic justice my right to express myself
this world is out of control
everyones looking for sympathy

with the governments
trying to control

everyone tring to make money
from tragedies and lost souls

the news reports it
so they can find their next job

why do people continue
to feel sorry for themselves

do they not have a life to live
or do they live a misrable life

why doesn't anyone have hope
hope for another life

a life  with love
a life with joy
a life of happiness
raw love
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It's like happily falling off a cliff.
The love you give me is a gift.
The love you give me is a curse.
I'm always expecting the worst.
I can always have a real smile.
**** doesn't it stay a while.
I just can't fight this feeling.
Dear won't you open my heart up for healing,
Darling won't you be mine.
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
you don’t deserve to be here. you’re not crazy, your heart is just shattered to pieces far too small to put together again. i’m sorry.
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