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Moonlight waves Sep 2016
I remenise my pain
How it was lined up
Grew up misleaded
by my own mom though
don't like her
because I was mistreated
So how was I wrong?  
I never asked for birth
She act like it's my fault
when i ask why she starts getting ralled up
She never cared that's my lesson
She wished me dead through a message
False love and neglection
Want attention get regected
I don't hate her
I forgive her apology
even though she never said it
monica Sep 2016
Letting people in is something I’ve always struggled with
I've tried to overcome
Too stubborn to let someone help me

Your face is the rain, and your voice is turning to hail

I will soon push you away and try to stray far
*I won’t answer my phone, but I'm still hoping you’ll call
Ambika Jois Sep 2016
You can forgive
You cannot forget.
And when you cannot forget,
You rethink, you remind yourself
How it hurt you.
How it betrayed you.
How it made you believe,
That everything was okay now.

Can you really forgive
That which you cannot forget?
That which you do not allow yourself to let go of?
When you say you have forgiven,
Whose conscience are you setting free?
Why do you forgive?
Why did you forgive?
When you are reminded of your own agony
Again and again, with the same person
Walking by everyday,
Spending each day with you
In the name of family, friendship, love, marriage,
How are YOU sure that you have forgiven
So as to not allow a new rise
To that which you have forgiven
And put aside?

What is it that convinces you
That you can forgive
That you have forgiven
That you can move on from?

What is it that assures you
That once you've forgiven,
YOU will be okay,
That you are ready to move forward,
That you know will not affect you anymore?
Night wanders into day
dew upon a grass bed
the sky shatters
into a million pieces
sunlight impaling
a shield of clouds
the air of warmth
fills the lungs of birds
with the song of joy
and my weary heart beats
in tune to their happiness
the ignite of will
to lift myself up
from between this rock and hard place
to soar as eagles do
higher than high
conquer life
Lately my reality has been a buzz **** to all my dreams. I find myself fighting hard everyday not to slip back into the prison that is depression and anxiety, but to remain free. Sometimes all hope seems far and in between, but still I rise. Not of my own strength but that of God's. To Him I owe the greatest thanks and to that of my family and friends, as well as the beautiful souls who read my heart's words and return kindness, lend support(my insta and twitter followers), and last but not least, of self; all refusing to let me give up but pushing me to survive.
Jesica Jul 2016
He was charismatic,
She was demure.
Together they were
A fascinating couple.
They overcame difficulties,
Which the labyrinth of life
Had bought along.
The aged called them,
"A pair made in heaven."
D Jul 2016
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Is it possible to feel any more dead inside?
To know that nobody is by my side..
Being told there's nothing wrong with me,
That its all pretend, to just let it be,
Hurts even more
Then being ignored.
I said I need help,
That i need it bad.
You said there's no need,
That its all in my head.
The smile is fake, and my words are lies.
Yet still you think I'm safe, that I'm fine.
I'll tell you again, in a couple days
That I need help..
You'll shoe me away.
Figure it out on your own.
Same old story I'm always told..
Inside I'm wasting away,
Replaying your words in my head,
Trying to escape to a better day..
Hearing your voice, calls me like a dare.
I listen harder, its the sound
Of no concern, no care.
It whips at my heart,
Like the sea on sand.
Tearing me apart.
Relentless.
Is it possible to feel any more dead inside?
To know I cant share with anyone by my side.
Being told there's no way out, haunts me.
That I have to face this alone and let it be.
All of this could never hurt more,
Then just plainly being ignored.
found this on my facebook memories, one of the very first poems I wrote that made me realize how writing frees me.

I've grown up a lot, so this is a ode to who I use to be and how I'm not her anymore.
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