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Jonathan Nunez May 2018
When the rain falls,
Memories of when I was a child come back to me.
A child who could only cry.
A child who always fell behind.
My thought back then was:
"Will I become stronger someday?"

I ask myself now:
"Am I stronger now
Or as weak as back then?"

I don't know for sure,
But until then my journey will not end.
I may fall,
But I always continue to stand.

The voices inside me
Push me forward and to keep surviving.
Even if I have to go through the fiercest of storms,
I am not stopping
And I am not turning back.
After reflecting on my life, I felt inspired to write this short poem.
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


A weakness is a weakness and mine is peaking into
submission like being sacrificial in whatever this world is,
upper body strength with more flaws than that of a girl who doesn't have
a care in the world weather or not they know that she gets around with high
hopes of a better future way ahead for her and her family,
same basic concept when i aim to be an author in a corrupted society exposing
everything because they poison everything , do you get what I'm saying?
We have all been in some kind of sin engulfing us in flames begging God
to at least loosen the chains of any agony , please set me free,
don't wanna have a sign on my head because of my skin saying roadkill,
don't get whats up with that deal.

A Fight is always a fight even when against the corporals
leaning on the people to just help for confirmation but they're
too busy with  being brainwashed and battered from a force
unseen in a world so ***** but yet so clean summing up the the masses scenes,
We work for a lot and then we die for a lot, did you know Job in Hebrew Means
Prosecute?
She had a baby yesterday and doesn't  worry about today because she has it
in her mind that shes not through,
with all the partying and popping pills in a nightclub that I'm pretty sure is owned
by a gang too,
Have better life choices because you don't know when the devil will be
knocking at the door for you.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
Özcan Sh May 2018
Every attack I get
The fire comes up in me
They want to see me on the ground
But they do not know that every attack I get
That the  fire awakens in me

I am like the phoenix bird
Through the fire
I become stronger
I'm not afraid of the fire
Because I am the fire.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
You build me up


With you I am standing on a larger stone;
This place I used to call my own, I share now with you.
You raise me up above and I no longer stand alone.
This is what loving you does to me;
All the love I knew from you, I would never undo.


You lift me up with words like love;
Now arm in arm we walk as one.
You let me go with each and every hug.
You build me back together when I am broken
And you give life to my bones.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
hannah Apr 2018
I will still be waiting here for you to return
You will be damaged and broken
But it is the only time you turn to your real friends
Özcan Sh Apr 2018
He was weak, but now he has become stronger
He was falling to the ground, but now he gets up
He was naive, but now he is more careful
He was not a fighter, but now he is one
He does not break hearts, but he tries to reunite them
He's fighting because he wants to protect their smile.
Özcan Sh Apr 2018
The boy has a lot of scars
At his heart and body
He has a lot of patience
But he does not stop fighting
Because every attack makes him stronger
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