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Lena Sep 26
Psst!-
Hey!
Want to know a secret?
The secret of how I get out of bed every morning?
Come close, child;
I’ll tell you.
It's called hope.
I hold onto just a little bit of it
And it helps me
Wake up in this terrible terrible world.
Name inspired by the song from "Steven Universe"
Emery Feine Sep 24
A group of thieves found a thriving tree
So they dug it up, then all went to see

The tree had grown from roots of pain
So they were confused on why this tree was sane

Then one realized the tree was made from healing
The guilt it hid over the years was now revealing

The tree started to wilt, slowly dying
They heard the tree’s screams, even its crying

For the tree hid everything to protect its health
It was just not happy for its life and wealth

The thieves felt bad and ran away
Even if the tree would still decay

They knew that tree was once their own
The one that they had used and thrown

But they were not thieves of objects, even if they could
They were the thieves if my innocent childhood
this is my 14th poem, written on 5/30/23
Lux Sep 24
I   will continue to write you so many ******* dead friend poems
I want to revisit the place where we all met
Time went by so slow at first but now,
You’ll be gone for more years than we had you.
Still, i think it’s needed to go back.
Nostalgic maybe.

Or maybe I’ll get there
It will hit me
I’ll try to smile and i will mean it but
It’ll also be sad and hard to remember
Maybe healing but ..

I  know,

You won’t be there
There’s no blood there
there’s no life there,
there’s no you there.
i  miss my best friend
Bekah Sep 22
At 16, I was a shadow of myself
A reflection of all my doubts and fears
But now, when I look in the mirror
I see resistance
And a person who faced their demons
I am no longer bound by the bitterness
Fueled by my own insecurity
Gone is the girl who questioned her worth
And in her place stands the woman
Who knows the value of herself
K J Samuel Sep 19
A Young man once wrote of his desired obscurity,
His mind a fractured, azure domain marred by anguish and pain, 
His very essence unaware of the guardianship he were under,
The wild chaos ripping it asunder now abated,

His form was one of divine origin,
His heavenly father, the root of all mankind and his kin,
Whispered truths in the light,
Now delivering with speed and fright,
He stood firm, cleansed and healed anew,

The messengers now descend into the world,
What was once found in chaos now brought to order,
The path laid out before him, no longer a murky hew,
A new path and new journey, a joyous breakthrough, 

Verily I say unto thee, 
What is to be locked, bounded and concealed,
For the divine reality is revealed, reality awash, reality anew,
Thought now boundless, In majesty we flock,

The demons who once pranced,
Whom embers ignited,
The chaotic romp in the darkness,
Will no longer have power to outlast us,

The messengers flickering, shimmering gleam,
The welcoming light, a repaired seam,
Through the lights' bliss, sin no longer renewed, 
Madness falling, as his power is shewn,
His love is known,

In my cleansed form, from the shaper of all things,
Seen and unseen, the weaver of the thread and seam,
I burn away my impurities, the purgatory voluntarily,
The once sickened blackness now under the light,
Willingly embraces what is right,
Hosanna in the highest,
For blessed is thee, the almightiest.
Written By K J Samuel

We are all on journey's. I hope mine is one of the crooked, narrow path. I hope my path is not like trying to get a camel through a needle. Through faith all things are possible.
Marilina Sep 17
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Time doesn’t heal
Unless you disinfect the wound
Dashalynn Sep 17
Fog glazed over my mind
Darkness crept into my heart
A pit as heavy as a stone in my gut
I knew you, or I thought I did
I felt you,
I saw you
I gave you all of me
Gone are the days of ease
Torn at the seams, I am coming undone
No more threads to hold all of me together
My lover, my love, my friend
A fragile heart caught in the storm of impenetrable grief
Stricken with the loss of a person I used to know
Damaged are the things we cannot repair
Gone are the days of good and well
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