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Descovia Oct 2022
Ya'll play around
Ya'll play around
Play around get smoked!
Might put you down
and show you how
I conquer as a goat! (WHOA!)
Don't be a sitting duck,  don't get f* up.
Nip-tucked, get dumbstruck, just hold yo ground
I got your back and stay ready to reload!
Everyone's not your friend but that's okay
don't let them ruin your mode!

Don't PLAY AROUND WITH ME.
Limits come with all that's free expect a fee
They are constantly after my energy
I have a lot of fire in my inner me
I'm no saint, no sinner although sin living in me
I have an arsenal words that hit harder than hennessy!
but they want to destroy every bit of thee but I am not enemy.
When I'm gone, promise they will remember me.

Remember me...
Cursing my essence will not aid your hustle
We all compacted in our own bubble
Feeding the system living off our struggle
While I can, I am making moves
might as well be moving weight with these muscles.
Triple threats hitting me at all angles
**** got me seeing things in doubles
Through it all, I will remain humble
Get on the road. Let's ride. Let's go!

I can disappear like your favorite celebrity going ghost
Hating on me  will not give you faith or strengthen your growth
My emotions been riding through highs and lows
In the waves, I find myself a float as I coast to coast.
Dust to Ash, it all ends if I burn it all. Before I reward the
world with the grace I bring.
For anything, I put that on everything. You all mean everything!
I deserve no God's forgiveness, I'm simply existing
I cannot explain what I been feeling, I know need more than self healing....
Mel Gadd Mar 2021
10 years ago you left this earth
10 years ago you died
you quit breathing
and I continued
you no longer smile
laugh
or cry
10 years ago you stopped living
yet I continued
and now
I gained eternal life
a life that was meant for you
and now
in everything I do
I can only think of you
and when I remember that you are dead
sometimes I wish
that I was you
-mel
this is a poem i wrote two years ago while I was in the hospital. at that time i felt like there was no hope for ever feeling joy. I just wanted to die. However, i am still here and am doing so much better. i have found happiness. even if there are still moments i cant see the light, i can always know that I'll find it again. so if you ever feel like giving up, keep fighting. work hard and you'll make it. there is always hope.
Delyla Nunez Dec 2020
Do you understand how hard it is for someone?
The ability they have to conquer any situation.
To face not only the outside world, but themselves.

The toxicity of their bad habits clinging onto them for dear life.
Pulling and scratching to control,
Fight back with everything they have.

But it’s those days where they are able to win the fight.
The feeling of accomplishment.
Rejoicing in the ambience.

Thankful and grateful.
Now they keep going.
Forward.
Never quit.
You’re not fully healed
but you’re not still broken.
With every passing sunrise,
your soul earns another token.

You choose to keep going
when all you wanted was to quit,
and look how far you’ve come
from when your heart was severely split.

The light at the end of
your tunnel gets brighter every day.
Thank you for putting down the pills,
the knife, or the gun and choosing to stay.
Shout out to everyone who chose to keep fighting those inner demons.
CataclysticEvent Jun 2019
There is this innocence we have as children.
This fundamental right
to believe in a world where anything is possible.
That our daddy's can scare away any boogeyman,
Hiding under our beds or in our closets.
That the world is full of possibilities,
and there is endless time
covered in romantic notions.
But as adults we are no longer fundamentally innocent.
We are patchworks.
Taped in some spots that come lose all the time.
And sewn together in other spots,
That don't come undone all so often.
But we are broken and glued back together,
more often then even we are willing to admit to ourselves.
We harbor resentment and bias,
creating our own worlds in which the boogeyman
is everyone.
and not a soul can save us from him.
The part of us that was so eager,
The part of us that believed in a world of endless possibility
Withers and rots.
Leaving just the acidic taste of lack luster life.
Endless, monotonous daily tasks.
Craving the days when the world didn't feel like
The inside of stove with the pilot burning but out.
We are no longer the innocent.
We are the patchwork creation of a life,
That hasn't always been forgiving.
We are what our children think can save them from anything.
We are the boogeyman killer
The demon vanquisher.
Patchwork and all we may not be innocent,
But we are strong.
haley Aug 2018
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a symbol of hope.
a semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended but chose not to.
- things will get better, they have to
Sarah Maher Jul 2018
All my life I’ve been told I’m nothing but a disappointment.
A failure.
A waste of human creation.
“You’re useless,” they’d tell me.
“You’re a nobody.”
For the longest time, I believed them.
After awhile their voices became my own voice.
The voice inside my head.
Those voices have started to drown.
I’m grown up now.
I’ve realized my victories outweigh my failures.
Even though I’m still battling it, I’ve “won” against depression.
I was ***** & abused.
But I’m stronger.
I’ve came face to face to a dog that tried mauling me to death.
I survived.
I was unmarried and pregnant.
I was a single mom.
I lost my mom to cancer.
All battles and life events I should have failed at.
I’M STILL ALIVE
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