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allison Mar 5
like a phoenix
i'm reborn
from the ashes of who
i used to be.

I went to check up on you today
but then like fate, my hand stopped me
so I didn't see what you were up to
for the better.

like a phoenix
i'm reborn
from the ashes of who
i used to be.

I'm the happiest I've been in weeks
Today I did something that I could've let
ruin me
but instead I held my head high and
didn't let it affect me.

like a phoenix
i'm reborn
from the ashes of who
i used to be.

my friend told me
that he saw self improvement
in me that i didn't pick up on
until he said it,

and now i see...
like a phoenix
i'm reborn
from the ashes of who
i used to be.
i'm growing as a person and I couldn't be happier :)
Sundiegoguy Nov 2018
Lately, I keep wishing to go back to when
Before the old me went missing
I’m afraid to live because falling is not pretty,
Now, I am wasting borrowed time not living.
And I don’t know when I will feel cleansed again
To say the least, I’ve been feeling broken for a long time

Living as I do is not living.
I want to come out and do it all
But I am scared,
Scared I wasn't strong before,
Scared I won't be strong today.

As I said bye to my dying self,
I promised to never feel this way again.
To never betray myself again.
To never cry tears for this again.
Because I deserve so much more than what I got back

I don't know how to let go of my past
For I lived 18 happy years by myself.
And I don't know who the new me will be,
But will living with pain be part my new life?
Or will my pain come to an end too?  

It's a long way to fall
An even longer one to climb back up.
And when our fault finishes us,
We will be given life again
To carry on,
In this journey without destination.

Can't wait till my bones move again
Can't wait till my eyes see again
Can't wait till my heart pumps blood again
Can't wait till my soul feels happiness again
2015. Part 2 of my Suicide Hike Collection. The story picks up where Suicide Hike left off. Enjoy. Comments, Likes, Opinions welcomed.
AditiBoo Aug 2018
She hates what she sees
So she tries so hard to please
You see,  to be seen is not enough
To her, even a smile is a rebuff...

So she lights up a room
Leaves no space to gloom
Becomes your Bob and your Godmother
Always available when you need her

A very good friend and fiend
Always someone you can hold in esteem
But then...there is a dark side you are yet to discover
A black stain in a soul full of colour

She hates what she sees and yearns to be seen
So she shows herself on every wretched scene
She bares all that she is hoping for anything but hate
She gave away too much and now it’s too late

They told her she was worth so much more
They told her “you need to love yourself more”
But you cannot adore what you abhor
You cannot praise what you deplore

And time makes the stain grow darker
It seeps further, spreads deeper
Her light shines brighter
And her smile grows wider

They all say 'what a great catch' she is
As she tries even harder to please
Small favours become regretful errors
Small tremors paralyse all of her members

So she sits, withering in self-loathe
Stunted in her emotional growth
Trapped in a dark corner of her soul
Waiting for someone to hear her call
Niklaus Jun 2017
When you talk about ******
what comes to your mentality?
Is it pornographic or anything ******?
Well, I can't blame you because that's the usual.

Young I was when I saw two people *******
I was in fact aroused and confused with the course
Body's almost perfect and linking in a nasty manner
I realized I was impure and called myself sinner

Years blossomed. Further, I got older and saw people naked
I was shocked with imperfections, My senses awakened
Scars and stretch marks crawling, creeping beneath the flesh
looking at soft bellies and imperfect tones was refreshing

The body, Afterall should be taken as a form of art,
Not a ****** figure to be used, think about one's heart
Vaginas and Penises are just private part for creations
******* and ***** are just only parts to be filled with appreciation
Whether huge they are or not, We are art.
I was inspired by Emily's post on instagram

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