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Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Hit not once but twice
Expecting me not to rise
Face bloodied and bruised
Heartbroken and confused
Words of hate won’t suffice

This has taken all my might
All alone in the middle of night
Thoughts of leaving creep
It’s time now to take that leap

Never again will that happen
This is my vessel; I’m the captain
Time has passed, I am no longer mad
I have flourished and refused to be sad

No regrets from the past
Although my choices did not last
I am stronger showing no shame
I pass no judgment nor hold any blame

The damage done was a cracked cheekbone
Still till this day is there and shown
I forgive that crazed juncture
My heart is still whole it didn’t rupture
Porpor Apr 2019
You asked me:
How can I be a better person
I said:
You can't, you're good like you are
I know you're not who you want to be
You're a jealous person
You're looking to other people
You want to be like them
They have a good skin
~NO! I didn't said you have not!~
But you have something where they may be jealous of
You are a beautiful person
Beauty is inside
Please don't try to change
That will make you, not you
And I love you, not the person you want to be
Becouse you do not want to be that person
You have to hate that person
And love yourself
Just live live the way you want to
adriana Apr 2019
i want to push the memories of last night away
too bad i've got to see your pretty face again today
everybody's waiting for us
pitch black god8 Mar 2019
while the debate goes on and on,
as to which country has the longest, continuous
democratic parliament, have it on on good authority
that the subject above,
is it better to love your kids too much than not enough?
was the first among all temporal discussions ever held,
despite periodic tabling, the debate remains unresolved,
the question unsettled even after 1000 years+ of argumentation

when over time, Universal Adult Suffrage finally came to be,
the debate became renewable, enflamed, divisive most contentiously,
various coming down on each side of a point of view topically

since mother, father and child, i.e.
pretty much everyone, definitionally,
claimed total expertise,
and sparing the rod was deemed by most to be illegally,
no plebiscite, amendment or ballot initiative was resolved resolutely,
the beat goes on continuously as new children reach voting age, sagaciously repeating their view, personally

my view?

I’ve tried both and failed equally
so I’ve little to contribute,
so let it be stated in manner unequivocally,
the sweet sensibility says too well,
but helicopters crash and monied snowplows
run over other both their own and others better deserving,
leaving all of them buried in snow piles street side,
while those who blame their faults on insufficient love,
are later most demanding more attention than any,
having becoming painfully hardy, by being treated hard about,
******* themselves and worse to others

everyone knows the answer to this question for themselves
but I’ll leave you with this,
permitting a child to fail is a winning strategy,
as long as there is no legal limit
regarding the amount or frequency
on lifetime hugging
2:13am
3/26/19
fo SY
Desire Mar 2019
Be  —>    Become  —>    Becoming  —>   Became  
(is/was)        (will be)        (working to be)      (is/was)

Even progress has a past that isn't permanent;
Challenge your character for constant change...
[be better]

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arii nyx Mar 2019
when you make a change in your appearance,
you expect everything in your life to change too .
at least that's what i thought would happen,
change in appearance, change in the life outside.
but no, nothing changed except for my hair .
my hair got shorter, the days got longer .
the pain didn't go away, it only got stronger .
see, it's funny,
when you try to change yourself for the better,
have a fresh start,
in reality everything is exactly the same way as before .
every moment, every second, every day .
and you think it'd get better,
but nothing changed .
vega Mar 2019
One too many opened blister packets.

Chalky blue tablets swallowed down; bitter, choking, dry,

Words bleed out of my brain and morph into seven-headed visions, and

My heavy tongue feels like grating metal and frigid sandpaper as

I carefully utter the slurred words that would reach no one—

"I hope you’re ******* better now."
Chase Graham Mar 2019
Standing up straight
but like falling through door
after door after open
cellar door,
bodega cashier
men who know me only
as the sad and lonely two
AM bacon egg cheese
two bud light  
guy who seems off
but leaves a tip,
this trip through new york
can't be more than delirium
wrapped in tin foil
and forgotten dreamscapes.
Where are the mountain vistas.
دema flutter Mar 2019
I told you that you should always be
thankful, things are getting
better, the process
is just rather slow,

and I told you that the proof lies
in the fact that you still have some
sanity left today,
if things weren't getting better,
then what else
could you be holding onto?
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