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Forgiving is more than difficult and challenging

But if to not forgive or forget

You will live your life in regret and denial

Resent will build and build

For we are humans for we f*ck up and do things we deeply regret

For not to be excusable but responsible

If to imagine a world with them gone or hurt

Remorse and resent in yourself will imperfectly mix

Building a lifetime of continuous persistent regret

The question being is it worth it to not forgive and forget

For will you ever truly move on?
Nylee Feb 2017
I hate when the my thoughts go there
And I sit and stare
I hate when I get tempted to do that
And I do and regret
I hate when I do not feel content
As I  haven't  lived a sad life.
I hate when I do not know what I resent
But that feeling controls my life
I hate to see that I am not what I wanted to be
I have something hiding
Behind my teary eyes
My tongue is twisted
From speaking all these lies
My head is now shining
From loosing all my grey
And I can’t seem to shake
The nakedness of the day

My head is aching
for a peace of mind
My hands grow weary
For the answer they’ll never find
Indigo May 25
I thought I heard hate in your heart
Maybe it’s just me
I flash my teeth to blind my hurt
It doesn’t work
all it does is fade a little
Victoria May 4
I am the thunder that you never hear,
Suffocated in air and light;
Lightning’s tiger-
(The roar you associate)-

The fighting call;
The alarm,
Rough, harsh slice of the night,

The creature caged,
The light you saw and died in nothing-
Defining silent isolation,
A cage, a room, a tomb-

A buried body still alive,
The suffocation, the air, the light,
The absence,
The void,

How unremarkable I seem from the epitaph, from above,

So high above me, are you, you stand;

You morn me, I am alive,
Alive and buried under and under six feet of fear and anguish-
Of all the pains of past and future,
Of all the unsurety,

I can still assure you;

I am the thunder,

Nolan Patterson Dec 2019
They started off with with small taps
But then they came with giant axes
Chipping away at the foundation of sanity
Nothing seemed to be able to fix it.

I worked and worked to keep it stable
But nobody believed it was possible
The more I worked the more it cracked
As they went from manual to explosive means

Sticks of dynamite crammed into the cracks
As they said it was my fault I lack
They laughed as I began to fall
My hopes and dreams started to be shredded

As the foundation of sanity splintered
The shrapnel became scattered
As it cut up my mind
I lost all hope in mankind

Then nothing but despair remained
I began to turn and frayed
I hurt my sled and others
As anger filled my mind

The glass that was now my mind
Guided me to shred others and leave them behind
As my resentment turned others
Into the same mess as me
Clay Face Nov 2019
Stagnant and thinking

Confused and blinking

Age draws on

Yet still a pawn

Standard and simple

Dull and wimple

Wrapped in indifference

Trapped warm desire

In need of deliverance

If I come un-strewn

May I be blessed in womb

Re-birthed and open

More accepting and woken

New insight could dislodge this anchor

Only I can treat my own lamer

Once in motion

Loneliness is in emaciation

Finding friends in exploration

Finding one for intimacy

Not based on elegancy

Venerate character

Each must love the other entire

Both exchanging devotion and tenderness

Only full of equality, truth, and openness

Nurture platonic love, beautiful and scarce

Defend it like a dove, only vicious and fierce
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