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polina 16h
I guess sometimes
You think I just don’t care
Because I don’t make my entire life
A tragedy
Just because of a chapter.
Zywa 1d
A row of benches

bends along the garden paths --


for the elderly.
Autobiographical story "Verdwijnpunt" ("Vanishing point", 2020, Wytske Versteeg), chapter 4

Collection "Actively Passive"
Even though I try to be the best sister and daughter,
I feel like I fail.
Even though I say I hate you both,
I don’t.
Even though I say I don’t care,
I can’t stand to see you in pain.
Even though I may not always mean my words,
I mean it with all my heart.
Sometimes, we try our best but still fail.
Don't worry...
Take a deep breath—it's all okay. <3
Hawley Anne Dec 2024
I remember being 10 days clean
FINALLY off of Methamphetamine.
My daughter, she was 9 days new
we were living in my hospital room.
Then someone told me my kids dad
had smoked just one last time; I was mad.
See his teeth were killing him that day
and **** is best at taking pain away.
Then the addict inside me saw its chance to use.
It said "I want one last time too!"


They took her from me three months after that,
I swore up and down though, that I'd get her back.
Weeks and months came then passed,
they turned into years now.
Gone by too fast.
If I could go back I would make the right choice,
I'd silence that evil addicts voice.
But instead what I said on that day was
"I deserve one last time without any fuss."
I really thought it would be fine,
I thought I'd get right back in line.
Now 6 years later as I write,
It's 4:33 am I've been awake all night.
Because "one last time" never stays like that way.
And I regret that "one last time"
EVERY
single
day.
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
These battered wings still soar
Beneath clouds of gathered storms,
You, miraculous survivor,
Are teaching others how to fly.

In your bruised hands,
You hold fragments of others' hope
Like precious stones,
Polishing their troubles away.

How strange and beautiful,
That from your deepest wells of pain
Springs this endless fountain
Of so much kindness.

They'll never know
The weight of the hurt you've carried,
As you transform the darkness
Into a lamp for lost souls.

You are the paradox,
Broken and whole,
Scarred and healing,
Empty and overflowing.

Your gentle soul speaks
In the language of second chances,
Showing that there is hope
To every invisible heart.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I thought that I would just roll with my thoughts and write in free verse as I lay awake listening to the rain and try to sleep.

I hope that you enjoy reading this poem.
Take care :)
Breathe...and see the sunset...
Drink some water...and listen to a sonnet,
Dance, write a poem, if you need to, cry
Get a good night's rest, draw the starry sky
Go out, see some friends, and play the guitar,
Feel angry if need be, it will take you far,
Step away from the phone
And spend some time alone
Have a good old shower, a good meal and then
Above everything else, let yourself ask for help,
It is not cowardice to let yourself seen weak,
It only shows the courage to change the life you seek.

Actually,
You're it.

_M.
It's a poem I come back to when I feel ungrounded to remind myself of what recenters me. Sometimes i tend to forget, so it's good to have such a kind reminder of my self-care activities.
Sam Levine Dec 2024
Have a nap
And a snack
Before you attack
someone undeserving
By overreacting.
When anger fills your veins
let your blood boil
But speak kindly.
I gave you room
for more than one feeling at one time;
but only one tongue,
so speak to my children with love.
Each word spoken
Doubles in sound
And what you give to this world
Will come back around.
Glove your hands.
Cushion your grasp on the world.
I made your palms strong;
More than enough
To build up life,
Though it's by choice
when you tear another's down.
Don't clown around
and waste your life
Denying Time.
There's no excuse.
Even I am not as old as she,
And she is stubborn
And unyielding,
So walk steadily,
And stand tall.
Be proud of yourself.
Stay grounded in what you know-but Always remember:
I know all.
You know some; some others know more, And some know none,
Yet no one is dumb,
Just unsure.
For those who have no conviction
Or strength to fight
I gave you feet like the tree roots,
Dig your toes in the sand and tower over Anyone who chooses to be
The first flame in a fight of fires.
Be my burning bush for hope and change, Boiling blood exists for a reason,
There is a time and place
For everything that you are,
And everything around you.
Travel far
And feed the hungry
Under the blue skies I reside in.
Shade and shelter your kin,
Yes! Your brothers and sisters.
Even if you don't know them..
Especially if you don't know them!
Then get to know them!
They are your family!
And i command loud ringing
Voices of comraderie,
Echoing happily off
Homes you built
Both outside and in.
Your temple
That houses me within you
Is coming along splendidly,
Child!
You've grown into a fine reminder
Of where you've been and who i am.
Keep going,
And do everything you can.
Like storm at sea
Rowing over waves,
Keep faith and,
Also remind yourself that
You're worthy of the efforts you give others,
So another's love
Had better
Match your own.
If i answer "No" don't fight it.
I know it stings.
Oh yeah, protect the bees, they're important down the line.
I hope you like flowers,
And rivers,
The fruits of my labor are for you,
And yours should be for your children too.
Teach them well,
And after a blink or two in time,
You'll see them like i see you,
Nearly divine!
You'll feel proud to know this world ive gifted you is safe for another day.
So rest your feet;
It's time to come and stay with me.
Let's watch the world you helped create,
And Rest easily.
I wrote this poem on one of the worst nights of my life thus far, in one go. No editing except for capitalisation, punctuation, and line breaks have been done. I hope you enjoy reading it.
vil Dec 2024
i once cherished to a flower with care,
Watching it bloom, its scent would suffuse the air.

But as time passed, i grew bored, weary,
And stopped your care, not fully there.
As the days went by, the scent waned,

Just like that, the flower was gone.
Now you yearn for the fragrance you once ignored,
And crave the care you let pass, forever more.
i got this idea from a tyler the creator song bros, i might make a new poem with the same theme, bye broskies.
Lakz Poetry Dec 2024
feeling of being unheard
could be painful
I don't really understand
how could people ignore
words of need
when they can't accept being ignored
its so hurtful to be unheard
even  after you reach out
loud and clear
no matter how you love
how you care
people tend to ignore one's
who put in lot of efforts in any relationship
Have you felt the same
#Emotions #needs
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