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 Jun 2017 Shalyn
kgl
strength.
 Jun 2017 Shalyn
kgl
swallowing her aching pride with every step she takes
trying to forget, although her lonely heart it breaks
her everlasting hatred for the man who left a void
in her world, forever shifting, unprepared to be destroyed
her eyes, once glistening jewels turned to a bleak mistrusting stare
their depths expose the scars left by a man who did not care.

remembering the pain, the fearsome look within his eyes
the man she thought she loved became the monster she despised
her worthlessness confirmed with every single blow he dealt
the hurt within her heart was numb, the physical she felt
a horrifying calamity, some days she wished to die
the violent mental thoughts left by a man who made her cry

haunted by his judgments, heartless words rang in her ears
whilst her soul was crushed she never let him see her tears
a sordid satisfaction from the misery he saw
from the woman who adored him as he broke her to the core
but then it reached a point where though her self-belief was wrecked
the words that once were daggers suddenly had no effect

no longer did his voice destroy the stillness in her mind
her time was not yet over; she could leave it all behind
a woman who had suffered for so long, without a voice
decided for herself she had the right to make a choice
the bruises that imprinted, purple wounds left on her skin
she’d escape the hell he’d made her, filled with violence and sin

her eyes cold windows to her heart, devoid of such emotion
a stranger to a reckless love of honest plain devotion
her body bears the evidence, her mind is crystal clear
forget about the hatred and keep close what you hold dear
while repulsion made her weary, she stood still and bit her tongue
no longer wept for what once was, the man who made her strong.
 Apr 2017 Shalyn
Joseph Peterman
why is it that people divert
when they dilute their feelings
into a watered down
mess of things

false impressions
of perfection
noting that
no one is perfect

gives false hope
to others
that are less imperfect
craving a dose of attention

dose of attention
turns into addiction
all that they're wishing
is for it all to be done

mocking those who
hurt and bleed
who have a forest fire
inside their heart

simply show care
care that shows struggle
care that provides proof
that you've survived on

no longer diluted
nothing more to it
than helping words
from a hurting soul

growing with the trouble
passing up the pain
wishing for sunrise
during times that it rains

can't always choose
life sometimes does
in its own cryptic way
you either win or lose

but don't lose yourself
in a chapter
for a chapter can turn
into a sensational series

life can't always reflect
sometimes it'll neglect
showing you your story
but know it can be a best seller

don't overthink
flooding your brain
making it impossible
for thoughts to ever drain

look at your cover
open up more pages
because love is sickness
love can be contagious

don't end the story shortly
see the conclusion
admire the conflicts
and create the sequel

wishing a good life
and much love
to you and the world
and all it's people

don't shut the book
assuming the end
cause life will come around
for me and you my friend
Red,
Paint me red
The color of our passion, dear heart--
Until I realize you that you painted it
The color of rusty hinges.

Yellow,
Paint me yellow
Because I thought yellow was sunshine
And happy
Or maybe windswept afternoons
For dandelion wishes--
Until I saw that you painted me sickly green pale yellow, the color of hospital rooms and body fluids.

Paint me blue
A soulful sky blue,
I thought that you couldn't go wrong with blue--
But now I'm an indigo mess, very sad
Drowning--blue, I'm blue.

So paint me black
Like hateful ink
Or skies with no sun, no stars,
  I'll be a masterpiece then--
Or maybe I should've realized you're no painter, and I'm not a clean canvas anymore.
you could say my heart breaks are fueling my creative process so there's that
 Jun 2016 Shalyn
Poppy Johnson
we only feel so empty
because we left
little pieces of ourselves
in everything that
we once loved;
once lost.
 Jun 2016 Shalyn
Pauline Morris
I want to write a love poem
The best the world has ever seen
About two shattered people
Fitting together at their broken seems

I want to write a love poem
That no one can forget
About two lonely people
That where a perfect fit

I want to write a love poem
That transcends past the stars
About two cosmic bodies
That's not imprisoned behind broken bars

I want to write a love poem
So great no one has ever known
Of two tattered spirits
That clung to each other and the love they shown

I want to write a love poem
That can survive any storm
About two people with icicle hearts
That true love burned bright and warmed

I want to write a love poem
But alas that I can not do
For I have never tasted love
So I have not a single clue

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