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I Am a Blessing, and
you are too,
The Lord has done
so many great things for you,
yes, it's true!!!

You are a Blessing,
Less catastrophe, and
less stressing
He allowed you to see
a brand new day, and
started you on your merry way!!!

I Am a Blessing,
I Am a Testimony,
I have been though a lot,
Oh, can't you just see!!!

I Am a Blessing, and
You should feel the same,
You got a lot to be thankful for,
I claim this in Jesus name!!!

You are a Blessing,
I just wanted you to know,
Keep your trust in Him, and
From this, you will grow!!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/16/2025
Mabinogian May 16
Him
Through struggle of love, with family we are.
Sweet kisses and hugs, he became my whole heart.
To our struggles we prayed would end
landlords, debt, our losses and then
Tonight again, we held close, closer and far.
Tomorrow I'll see him
My husband
My heart.
About my Husband. I love him.
A depressive episode
Is a terrible experience
But once you're through
All the chaos and despair
The aftermath can be
Even worse...

Every color fade
Like you're watching life
Through an analog filter
While everyday tasks
Seem like climbing
Mount Everest

But we keep going
We somehow accomplish
Our extraordinary ordinary
Invisible little struggles
Just to get through
Another day

And maybe that's enough
It's been 2 months since my last depressive episode...
Mothers are a gift.
They bear their burdens with such grace,
one would never know of their struggles.
They raise leaders, nurture our future,
and give endlessly,
all with a smile.
WHY JUST WHY???
Is what I ask,
Things are hectic,
I can't even leave
it in the past,
I want to let it go, but
LIFE BRINGS TO US STRUGGLES,
It HARD to ENDURE IT,
It BRINGS so MUCH TROUBLE,
I just don't UNDERSTAND IT,
WHY, I ASK WHY????
As I FIGHT BACK TEARS,
LOOKING UP INTO THE
BLUE HEAVENLY SKIES,
This is
EMOTIONALLY DRAINING,
I'm trying to get an
UNDERSTANDING,
This is just so
DEMANDING,
I am not even
COMPREHENDING, and
I am even not here
PRETENDING,
as these TREACHEROUS,
HARD
days goes by,
whipsersng in my
head softly,




why just why????


B.R.
Date: 4/19/2025
Aaamour Apr 10
The real me flushed down the drain,
Now I'm a dead corpse chained to someone's dream.

For all the good deeds, the times I made them proud,
They repay me with hate.
I wish this wasn't the fate.

In a state where silence starts to speak,
And the mind is weak, and no one to seek.

To love or be loved—I don't know which is harder,
Neither me nor my words speak louder.

The desire to end it all overrides, Hope,
Love, and The meaning of life.

Even if I did end it all,
My death wouldn't gain as much attention as a single drop of rain.

My dead corpse wants to be alive again,
Just like hoping for rain on a peak summer day.

In the end,
My thoughts suicidal,
My body weak,
But with a little hope
Where someone's love on me shall leak.
a small LEAK of love can change someone's life.
Malia Apr 4
nothing but a scrap
of paper from a make-up catalog
saying,
“Real Flawless™”

but here i am,
unable to stop
thinking
about what it markets to me
what it asks of me
what it stipulates to be
true.

“Real Flawless”

modern day doublethink:
“my body is mine but
Yours
to look at and
Yours
to judge and so i shape it
to the eye that is
Yours—
i am proud though i make myself
small”

“Real Flawless”

mandatory affirmations, prayers more like,
repeat repeat repeat
how much i love myself even
as i consume comparisons
and then calculate the calories.

“Real Flawless”

the only reason
beauty is pain is
because it tears
us in two.
Lalit Kumar Apr 1
When the sorrow you kept inside starts to burn in a cigarette,
When a genius of science starts writing poems,
And when someone who never listens to anyone starts listening to poems,

With a laptop bag on my shoulder,
Far from home, in a strange city, at a station,
When I see a child crying in his mother’s lap,
I smile and remember my own home,
That’s when life makes sense.

When sleep gets lost in the dark pits under your eyes,
That’s when life makes sense.
When you face words like rent, ration, electricity, and water,
When a fearless heart begins to feel a little scared,
When the burden of home responsibilities starts weighing on your shoulders,
That’s when life makes sense.

When the one who once cried to get a toy,
Now smiles but takes the wounds,
When someone with a heart of stone is broken like a flower,
When someone more precious than life leaves you alone on the road,
That’s when life makes sense.

When making friends seems more difficult than staying alone,
When a dried rose kept in a diary feels more important,
When someone you see in the mirror feels like a stranger,
That’s when life makes sense.

When you want to cry but can’t,
When you grow so big that in the middle of family fights,
You stand firm and when someone asks, “Is everything okay?”
And you say, “Everything’s fine,”
That’s when life makes sense.

When the lie spoken by your lips
Is revealed as truth by someone’s eyes,
When the dreams of someone get devoured by the crowd around them,
When the silence in the room shouts loudly in your ears,
That’s when life makes sense.

When you realize that nothing is like the destination,
When you understand that there’s no destination like the one imagined,
There’s only the road, far and wide,
When the day doesn’t begin even after the sun rises,
When nothing works the way you want it to,
When a grand house has no one to call home,
That’s when life makes sense.

When the moon doesn't show the marks of aging,
When the moon doesn’t show the imperfections and stains,
When the tunes of songs fade into the words of the songs,
When the tears saved all day fall onto the pillow,
That’s when life makes sense.

When coming home on time in the evening seems right,
When the sorrow you kept inside starts to burn in a cigarette,
When a genius of science starts writing poems,
And when someone who never listens to anyone starts listening to poems,

That’s when life makes sense.
That’s when life makes sense.
Love, **** it, still doesn’t make sense.
Shelly Mar 17
I can see myself in the mirror
through those eyes
Those are my red lips
My brown hair and eyes

I can hear the lyrics being sweetly sung
As my body moved to the rhythm of the song
The warmth on my skin from the sun

She uses my body and lives my life
She wears my clothes and my shoes
She makes love to my husband
She mothers my children oh so lovely
She fits in so perfectly
But, she isn't me

Can someone hear my screams and cries
Can someone notice that she isn't me
Can someone rescue me from inside
Can someone notice I have no control of my body
I'm locked away in my mind

I can't stand the sound of her voice
Dont listen to her words she is an imposter
I can hear her words over and over
"I am Emily"
But that isn't me

I want out of this imprisonment
I don't know this Emily
I want my life back
I don't know this Emily
I want my husband and kids
I don't know this Emily

I can't stop hearing her torturing voice
"I am Emily"
I am not her, she isn't me
I'm not Emily

-Shelly Ramos
Sanama Mar 13
A battle, a war — my hopes, my peace,
A storm inside that feels to never cease.
Pain in me, like winds that break all that goes,
And reason? Is it there? Nobody knows.

The dreamer, or the dream that wakes?
The mind that gives or the one that takes?

To struggle within is to be alive,
A flame that fights just to survive.
If war was not within me, would I still be me?
Or just a shadow, drifting free?

So let there be winds strong to tear and spin,
For even torn, I rise — and win.
A poem about the battle with our minds — a war within us. How fighting ourselves shapes who we are. Even when torn, we rise and keep fighting until the end, when we survive.
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