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Alexis 7d
It goes back to the first wrong turn,
Looking up and down a street to learn,
No father clone, just one brother tight,
Here my mamas cries in the darkness of night.
she tried so hard to give us a better life,
instead ending with strife..

Some Nick guy stole my youth from me,
never did said sorry for sexually molesting me.
I held it inside, never told no one.
The child had died and the man begun.

Made me confused at such a young age
Stepped into the game of life at such an early stage,
My soul was lost, I was full of rage…
So let me turn the page..

Never could ever trust no one
Because of that I never truly had any fun.
Jealousy and envy towards everyone ,
I was a shadow
While the world was the sun.

Always wanted to just fit in,
Came up short from beginning to end.
So much hurt from the soul within,
Let me turn the page again..

I’d spend so many hours chasing the moon around,
Late at night inside my very small town.
That’s when trouble was found and I was on my way;
Juvi bound.

Trapped in a cell at the age of thirteen,
My nightmares began, vacant of dreams.
Wanting to live but surrounded by hate..
Fist fights over food, bloodshed for plates….




(My dad never finished this poem.. he committed suicide and I’m here to share his work, spread awareness on ****** assault as the damage it can do is unforgivable)
-Jason Alex Wood
04/02/1987-10/04/2022
I would've loved to meet her.
The sweetness you spoke in her honor.
A gentle breeze in a month of freezes.
Electric, connective, explorative.

I would love to meet the next.
The sweetest of peas.
Only bluest when being overly fruitful.

Reflections of trekking tower of the familial tree.
Expectations of expecting in introspect.

Forgive me for being greedy, wanting to be involved in your life.
Forgive me for involving my love.

I shall let the resting rest, the ones that need rest to get rested, and give my mind and soul a rest.



Ifeanyichuku Okoro © 2023
October 24th, November 4th.
Descovia Jul 2022
The candle flame flickered wildly.  The room was cold and dark. My phone was set to silent. My mind went blank only for mere seconds before designing a way to breach connections to a realm other than we reside. Between the living and the dead.

The times where your name crossed over and dragged my thoughts down. The pain made me resilient in gaining answers. Mysteries and traditional methods applied to ritual, required my full focus from "spirit energy.

I gripped onto my chains and prayed to myself in silence. Coldness stung my heart and my eyes filled with warm tears. The moment my vision became nearly blurred from nonstop flow heavy, numbing and pain riddled tears.

"Ali......"

A sharp inhale filled my lungs, my eyes wanted to explode! Emotions never meant to be release, I fall until I sink deeply. The whiteness of this bright light intensifies, humming of angels in a harmonic choir grew inhumanly loud. I cannot any longer hear the sounds of life on earth. My suffering was finally giving me a break, I prayed for. I screamed to the skies of heaven, willing to destroy my own self-composed hell. I am my own hell.  I did everything, my tears, my pain, blood would not honor you or bring you back if it was in vain.

No te apresures,Bebe
(Don't rush your time. Baby girl)


Yo nunca me ire,soy todo de ti
Que hizo feliz a tu madre
("I am never gone. I am everything of you.
That made you happy with your mother")



The image of this eloquent woman with tears in her eyes, embracing an angel with an amazingly beautiful presence and energy strong enough to burn unholy souls. In mere moments, the woman and angel whom came into focus with the use of my magical eye. Disappeared with a wave of light appearing to wash over the entire place. Everything wiped away and myself left untouched. Confused with more uncertainty than ever before. It was decided to not question upon it. Something told me to burn the note completed for her. Then pray for her good into the universe. It will listen...

Never stop remembering. Your father loves you. He will always be there with you. Your relationship with him. Never ended. It changed forms. The love never dies. He is your angel. Allow him to guide you.... You cannot fly without wings. Don't rush your time.....Don't rush your time.....Don't rush your time. Keep fighting. Keep fighting..you will win. The right forces are by your side....I....
we.....BELIEVE IN YOU!!



No te apresures,Bebe
Dedicated to a beautiful father, angel and king of the glorified kingdom.
You may rest. Your legacy will live on.
01/09/1973 - 01/28/2022
Raven Feels May 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we can feel people without knowing them too:)


angel nested in heaven

made earth feel like hells of seven

marked some scars in place of tears

maybe not in my right to dear

more for the blood is in the own

but swear my love will be tamed on her stone


                                                                            ------ravenfeels
Zack Ripley May 2019
Today I stand beside you to honor those we love.
The ones who made it home, the ones still fighting, and the ones called to guide us from above.
Today, when they sing the national anthem, don't be surprised if you see me cry. It represents everything that makes me proud to be semper fi.
Today, it doesn't matter where you come from.
If you're here, you're American at the core.
Today, we celebrate everything we're fighting for.
Today, we'll visit our parents, daughters and sons
And tell them their war is over
"You can finally rest in peace. It's okay. Lay down your guns."
Whether you're a soldier, seal or marine, thank you for shielding us from all the things you see that should never be seen.
Meghan Jul 2019
What reward awaits beyond
What lights shine upon the soul
Those who've suffered long?

Now gone,
Are you running free?
While we grieve, saddened
Crying tears we never let you see

In your place, a candle shines -- but
It will never burn as bright
As the light in your eyes

May you be at rest,  now
Peacefully
Forever
It's your birthday
And you're not even here to celebrate.

So here I am,
With the one I love,
Toasting to a soul.

How I ******* wish you were here.
How I wish you could've met him.
How I wish you knew how happy I am,

But I still
*******
Miss you.

How I wish that instead of you
Being the healer, someone else
Could've healed you.

But we still
Couldn't
Save you.
RIP Brendon. And happy 21st birthday
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