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Do not go far to listen to the praises of my heart
Listen to your heart
— the praises come from there —
I am there.

Do not go far by your actions to call me to yourself
Come closer
I am not far from you
By your voice, I shall hear.

—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
When someone tells you that you have wounded their soul you can't mend the wounds by denying or arguing you didn't.
Their soul, their wound... your conscience.
Its a personal thing... not your decision.
Delaney Feb 2019
I gave you a gift-
Truth.
And you regifted it
Into a weapon.

How can you question my actions
When yours throw swords into my chest?

-why can't I just give up?
sincerely shells Feb 2019
what have i done, it
started with good intentions,
but now i have none
Riz Mack Feb 2019
I know what you like
I see in your eyes
They glow with your light
Come play with me
Tonight
Feel the heat rise
Bleeding inside
The beast comes alive
Come play with me
Tonight
You know what it's like
You know it won't
Make it right
I can shut out your light
Come play with me
Tonight
Continuously channeling Chino

In physics, there are four conventionally accepted fundamental forces or interactions that form the basis of all known interactions in nature.
Some physicists speculate that a form of dark energy called quintessence could be a fifth force.

Clearly, they're way off as it's obviously lust
Words, they hurt sometimes
Whether kind or impolite,
Encouraging or ill-mannered,
They can still hurt.

They attack us when we least expect,
And when they get to us,
It’s like getting a barrage of bullets,
Piercing through the heart and soul,
Leaving a mark that will take time to heal.

Words can be manipulated, though,
To play with people’s feelings,
Feelings that are fragile like a plate in a china store,
Easily breakable and hard to fix,

Once words gain access to the feelings,
They can cause chaos to people,
Making them do stupid things for love,
Love that is not sincere to the person,
Love not being actual love.

Love is like a ticking time bomb,
Once started,
Only a matter of time before it blows up,
And when it blows up,

You realize,
That you were the one who set it off and detonated it yourself,
For that you fell into the snares of the manipulator of words,
And that the words they told you filled you with delight,
But yet at the same time,
Filled you with lies and insecurity,

You ask yourself,
Why do I do this,
But another one comes,
And you fall into the endless cycle of being hurt,
That hurts even more and more,
When it happens time after time.
The time it takes to heal,
Is never actually healed,
But the gouge on the heart and soul,
Is now deeper than ever,
And the words they say makes it sting with even worse pain.

You try to lessen the pain,
It never works,
To heal a broken heart and soul,
Has to be taken slowly with time and patience,

When that someone talks,
Hoping the words will heal,
To fix the broken heart
But end up with a healing poison,

The journey to recover may be long,
But it’s worth it in the end,
For you will be happy and content again,
But you heart will desire to be loved,
Like you were originally,

But it won’t ever be the same,
The way you love someone,
Trusting them and letting them in,
For being afraid of being hurt as you were before,

Hoping to hear them say the words,
I love you,
But all you hear is,
I love them. No more,

Those words,
Are like the final blows to the heart,
That it can’t handle no more,
Being ultimately shattered,
There’s no coming back,

Sinking deep down,
Like drowning in an endless pool,
In a pit of misery and sadness,
That you’ll never be able to come back,

Feelings being stirred,
Like flying debris around in a hurricane,
The words swirling around the head,
The feeling of a darkness is upon,

Discovering that,
This all started when,
They said the words of.
Hello.
Poppy Halafihi Jan 2019
Non, tout ne se passe pas pour une raison.
C’est nous qui décidons de nos actions,
C’est nous qui décidons de les faire.
Quelquefois on se fait mal à cause de l’action d’un autre.
Oui, ce n’est pas toujours notre faute,
Et la plupart du temps, il n’y a rien que l’on pouvait faire pour l’arrêter.

Vos actions peuvent faire mal aux autres,
Et les faire souffrir.
Il ne faut pas rester déprimé si ça arrive.
Vous n’êtes pas seul!
Oui c’est très dur et ça peut faire très peur.
Il faut qu’on réussisse à accepter ce qui s’est passé,
Pour réussir à continuer.

On se dit toujours que tout se passe pour une raison,
Quand on a très mal et qu’on veut se sentir mieux,
Mais pour moi c’est pire!
Car ça veut dire que tout ce qui nous arrive devait nous arriver?
Non ce n’est pas possible, ce n’était pas prévu sur notre chemin.
Par contre ce sont nos actions qui déterminent où on va ensuite,
Et bien sûr on va apprendre pleins de choses sur notre route.

Nous, nous avons le contrôle même si on pense que nous l’avons perdu,
On dirige notre vie.
Fais le et n’aie pas peur.
Je ne peux pas changer le passé,
Mais moi, je décide où je veux aller maintenant,
Vous pouvez aussi.

By
Coco 07
We won’t all agree.
Tous le monde ne serait pas d’accord.
Rowan S Jan 2019
Don't know what to think
Just need to let my acts speak
But I'm conflicted
Not my best work, but I'm trying to crank out one more poem for today and I'm experiencing some major writer's block
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