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voov Nov 20
for a tale
as old as time,
they say

a tale
of love
and time
and life
and dark
and all that
ShininGale Oct 30
π·π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒, π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ 𝑑𝑖𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑑 π‘šπ‘’?
π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ 𝑑𝑖𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒 π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘›?
π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›'𝑑 𝑀𝑒 π‘ π‘’π‘π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘œπ‘›π‘’? π‘‡π‘œ π‘ π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑀𝑒 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘› π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ?

𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑦, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’ π‘ π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘› 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’.
π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘ π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘šπ‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘£π‘–π‘›π‘π‘’ π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔...

π‘ π‘œ 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘šπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘¦, π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 π‘œπ‘’π‘‘?
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’?
π‘€β„Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’?
π‘†π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑒𝑝 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘, π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑.
Good morningπŸ™‚ no worries I am not in trouble with anything, I just thought that I should try fitting myself in others' shoes and try making their feelings known. I have encountered a lot of people that lost their passion and dreams, scared to live a life on their own...but I say let us not be afraid and live, for we don't live once we live everday but we die once so, make the most of it. This poetry is just another eye-opener for the ones who feel like dying while living everyday, a message to you from me...that no matter how tough life gets we all need to fight because no one want to lose, right?  We all need to live because that's his gift, he chose us to live the life. We need to fight because that's LIFE.
fatima Oct 21
the pulsating rhythm feels dead
it moves and yet it stops
it dances and yet it cries
it sways and yet it breaks

the maroon skies and sunflowers
the one that i always dreamed of
how can i reach you?
how can i be with you?

the yellow seems bright to me
i am with you but i realized i don't want you
my heart feels so far when i'm with you
my dream is far when we are together

i just want to be free here
i want to chase you, badly and endlessly
even if it pains me a lot
even if you reject me

i want to be there
i want to see the sunset with sunflowers at my sight
i want to feel the euphoria in my eyes
even if it is a deadly sight

if you are not for me
remove the thought of you in my existence
please leave if we will not meet each other
because i always want you, even at the ends.
man, i want up so bad :(
River Scott Oct 19
oh how far i have
let myself go

i have forgotten
how it feels
how the words

no more

i need to express
how i feel
and i have never learned
how to be vocal

its been about five years since i last wrote a poem.
Sarah Flynn Oct 18
every 73 seconds
an American is sexually assaulted.
these statistics do not shock me anymore.
1 in 5 American women have been *****
at some time in their lives.
1 in 71 American men have been *****
at some time in their lives.
in an average year,
there are 433,648 reported
rapes in the United States.
these are only 2 of those stories.

it does not shock me
when my friend calls
and says that she
doesn’t remember
what happened,
but she woke up
lying in a puddle
of her own blood.

it does not shock me
when she’s sobbing
so loudly into
the phone that I
can’t make out any
of her words.

it does not shock me
that I don’t need to
hear her to know
what happened
last night.
I can hear the fear
in her voice.
I can feel her pain.
I already know.

it does not shock me
when I see her sitting
in my passenger seat,
and I automatically know
that she is not fully here.
she left a part of herself
there on that mattress.
looking over at her,
I know that right now,
she is beginning to realize
that she lost something
that she will never
be able to get back.

it should have been hers
to give away,
but it was stolen.
she is the 1 in 5.

it does not shock me
when we walk past
the Auntie Anne’s
in the mall,
and my friend
collapses at the smell
of cinnamon
and sugary pretzels.

it does not shock me
when he apologizes
over and over
and tells me that
he was *****,
and that his ****** was
chewing on a piece of
cinnamon-scented gum.

it does not shock me
that I am holding him
while he shakes and cries
on the floor of the mall.
I want to hug him tighter
and keep him close to me,
but I know that right now,
his mind is already gone.
he feels like he is still there.
he tells me that it feels
like they are hurting him
all over again.
I can’t hold him
tight enough
to bring him back.

it does not shock me
that he waited so long
to tell me this.
it does not shock me
when he says that
he didn’t think it
mattered because
he is a man,
because so many
people have told him
he should’ve liked it.

he does not tell them
his rapists were
six grown men
at one time,
but they wouldn’t
care even if he did.
he is the 1 in 71.

we now avoid parties
and pale blue bedsheets.
we never go past certain streets,
even though it adds
a few extra miles onto every trip.
we now avoid pretzel stands
and candy stores.
we never watch romance movies or films, even though almost every movie
has some kind of *** or kissing scene.

we are always aware of where we go,
and who we’re with,
and who knows that we’re going out, and
who knows where we’ll be if we do.

we avoid the things
that we once loved to do.
we avoid the places
that we once loved to go.

we are hyper-vigilant,
and we are cautious,
and we are careful
because we are scared.
we are all scared.

my friend is the 1 in 5.
my other friend is the 1 in 71.
I am the 1 in 5.

almost everyone I know
has a story like this.
this information may be shocking,
but not to us. not anymore.
it can happen anywhere
to anyone at anytime,
but we see it so often that I think
we’ve grown numb to it.

if you talk to a group of teenagers
and you tell them, β€œI was *****.”
they will not be surprised.
this is every day.
we are afraid every day.

know that this is not
just a collection of statistics.
these are your family.
these are your friends.
these are all people just like you,
with beating hearts
and lives to live,
and we are so much more
than just numbers on a list.
Anyone who carries out
lives through
depths, complex
peculiarities in own
in their acts and affiliation
No matter if you’re plumber, cleaner, calligraphist, writer, sailor or any other deemer,
you won’t ever refrain from Poetry,
you want it or not,
if you exude tailored and ownly born
ways and wisdom understandings
only your steps in it have
The point of view
Is that it is pointed at you
of which your perspective is askewed
They will point to their point of view
demand that you start anew
Muddy the waters till it looks like a stew
murky and obtuse
gory and smelling of refuse
Lacking scenery the perfect image of destitute.
No refuge just excuse
one right after another
Soon all the words come together
Musty dusty and covered in leather
it all changes right before your eyes
now it looks right because your thruth started to die
now your whole life is just a big ole lie
That is the whole point of this
Your point of view
Is pointed at you
Now they are all the same
Your point of view is a point of view
It just isn't the same
I weep daily............
After weeping i feel so much relief

I feel so much relief after weeping..Weeping is need to be strong one.
It's also an exercise to remove extra burden of mind,after weep we feel in relief.
Thanks for reading my opinion.
florescent buzz
of the streetlight fleeting against
the infinity of night
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