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ivan Nov 9
‘goodnight, mom, i love you’







click.






dark.
im afraid of the dark


hug my teddy
he says its okay


big, small,
big small..
the shadows
im afraid of the shadows
i was so afraid
maybe things dont change
just our fears
Lux Nov 8
Did all you asked yet never was good enough,
Putting myself down to make you happy is tough.
Gave up my happiness to save us,
Fighting problems you don’t wanna discuss.

Tried my best to fix what’s between you and I.
Yet all you did for me was make me cry.
Cry every night losing hope,
Filled with emotions making it hard to cope.

I was blinded didn’t want to see,
I became someone I never wanted to be.
It’s true that in crisis only real one’s care,
What you did to me was in no way fair.

You hurt me like nobody else before,
That changed me deep in my core.
I will never see you same again,
I changed my behaviour even since then.

No longer hiding who I am,
Never gonna prioritise you again.
You don’t care than so don’t I,
You manipulated me and don’t deny.

Now I learn to stay strong alone,
You need to realise I am not your clone.
Maybe one day you will see,
I am better when you let me be me.
I've always been soothed
By the sound of the sea
You both arrived with waves of pain
And crashing of water
Perhaps that's why I'm soothed
By the two of you

The steady blink of a lighthouse
Anchored to the bed
Until you had to come out
A knife to the sand dune of my belly
I couldn't feel my legs
But I could feel you

A tiny hand, a star fish over my heart
Holding on as we were cast adrift
To navigate unchartered waters
Sometimes it felt like we were going under
But you were always there on my chest
The swell of the waves
Up, down, up, down

It seems a life time ago
Those stormy nights, milk drunk, lost
We've built castles, moats and skimmed stones
I have always been soothed by the sound of the sea
And I hope that the two of you
Will always be soothed
By me
showyoulove Nov 2
Mother of Mercy, channel of Grace
Wrap our hearts in thine embrace
Fount of Love and joyful giver
Bathe us in thy cleansing river
Help our hearts be as new fallen snow
And aid us so our holiness might grow
Pray to Jesus for us poor sinners
Open our hearts as we read the scriptures
May we show mercy to others
Treating all as sisters and brothers
Oh, source of help in our time of need
Hear us Oh Holy Mother and intercede
Help us each to pause, ponder, and reflect
On the moments of our lives in retrospect
To learn from, to cherish and to hold
To warm us when we are in the cold
Mother of Mercy grant us your peace
May our love for thee ever increase
Through the merits of thy maternal love
May it, now and always, ever be enough
GODNYX Oct 23
I Am a Sinner
I am a sinner,
My mind is a mess.
Where I find comfort,
I sleep the deepest rest.

I should say,
I am a sinner
For I sleep
While my mother is dying.

I am a sinner,
For I eat,
While my mother is starving
Emery Feine Oct 17
I try to pinpoint when my childlike rage started, but it never started. It was passed through my blood, out of the womb. my mother and father gave me this poison, fire in my blood, that is slowly burning me from the inside out.
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alanie Oct 15
i tend to blame my mother for everything that is wrong with me.
the insanity and
insecurity
and addiction to temporarily filling a void meant for
her love.
My heart beats to the rhythm of her footsteps,
counting how many strides
i have left
to wipe away my tears before
she reaches my door.
there is no margin for error in her unspoken expectations.

i used to blame anything but myself for my actions.
i was a compulsive liar for 4 years,
a narcotic addict for 5.
i layered lies like pills
scattered throughout my room,
each finding their way into my mouth
at the wrong time.

i am the only thing that is wrong with myself.
i'm haunted by reflections in the mirror,
echoes of the girl i couldn't save.
i tried to scrub her off my skin,
carve around the edges and
crawl out of this body.
i became too familiar with the salty taste of bleakness,
a bittersweet over dose.
if only the child-locks on
medicine bottles
worked even after the child-like innocence was
lost.

i think
i want to be saved
a little more than
i want to be loved.
only i am responsible for my actions
Lakz Poetry Oct 11
You pick on me Always
You put me on Spot for no reason
You are the biggest Critic I ever had
You read between my lines
You are friends with mine
You could easily know what I did
You pick fight with me, cat fights

After all these
You makes me my favourites, right after the fight
You had all my things covered, even if we are not taking
being miles apart... you reached out, when am down
You could do things that you are not fond of,  just for me
You are never tired for me!
I feel an embrace of warmth, from your words
Your hugs means world to me!
I will never want to miss that

I wish to cherish that for ever
I love you Mother!
Zywa Oct 10
Mama's day passes

uncomplicated, she just --


follows dad's schedule.
Novel "Gut Symmetries" (1997, Jeanette Winterson; Gut = Grand unified theory), chapter The Fool - Alice

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 80s and 90s"
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