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Frances Marie Sep 25
"You said you would be here
through the thick and thin"
My body has been through it
And baby, my patience has been
strung out thin.

Addicts only know themselves best
They can't see you
Only past you
Into a projection of themself.

Back seat passenger
Guiding my relationship habits
The chords
That I play the best.

My go-to comfort
The only way I know to love best
Is a struggling person
In the woes of addiction.

One part - my mother's enabling
Another piece - my father's vice
Final product - my veins collected
as proof in a messy affair.

Doomed to repeat;
try holding things together
while they slip between my fingers.
Hoping for different results.

Every. Single. Time.
Self reflecting poem of my habits, and what it feels like to be the "fixer" of everything around you. Never ends, I hope someone can take care of me for a change.
Jeremy Betts Jun 9
Watch
Just watch
Patiently
You'll see
If you pay attention
Just listen
Listen closely
Don't just listen with your ears
That will only drum up fears
Something they conveniently forget to mention
Hoping no one learns their lesson
Raise your hand with an open
Minds eye when you ask your question
What you do
With the answer given
Is up to you
But there's no knowledge that should ever be forbidden

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jun 7
I have a fantasy
That you'll see me
And actually
Probably
Possibly
One day maybe
Want to join me
In the biblical sense obviously

©2024
Bekah Halle Jan 2020
See
Why have I been so afraid of being me?
Is it because I really couldn’t see the reality of the truth, the promise, and the hope within me?
Why did I close my eyes and my heart from thee; to be truly free, and see,
The pure delight intrinsically, within, rather than embracingly love and choosing to be happy?
What a waste; the years of lies I have believed,
But now, I want to be revolutionary, flee those lies and start on a new journey...
towards the promise of joyful harmony.
Mark Wanless Jan 6
peepers close i see
dark i string the bow let fly
i hear dying sounds
Zack Ripley Nov 2023
Time. Death. Faith. Hope.
Sometimes, the things we can't see make the biggest impact on the things we do.
Mark Wanless Jul 2023
We do so hard grasp these nascent bodies
Of thought that any occurrence of change
Brings with it pain. Deceitful aspect strange
This attribute of sentience. Shared lies
Self formed and self believed, and fierce beloved
Distract the known conscious moment again
And again in heroic effort vain
To shut out the ego damning dreaded
Truth of universal equanimity
Non specific to the fabricate me
The i perceiving. No answers can be
Found to malformed questions. The path to see
Begins with forgetting. But to uproot dreams
Of self repeatedly lived, hatedly looms.
Mark Wanless May 2023
you see you feel you
think you choose and that last one
is so difficult
Mark Wanless Dec 2022
i cannot see this
mind in an emptiness my
mind is emptiness
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