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Brittney T Feb 2018
Finding stolen jackets in my room
catches me off-guard
"Oh! hello cozy reminder of
the boy that toyed with my heart.
I forgot I stuffed you
in this corner of my drawer..."



I don't want them, really.
But I can't bring myself to throw them away.
Or give them back.
I know I should keep them.
These were priceless at one point;
they feel like intruders in my life now.



But sometimes it snows.

Then I can see the warmth those reminders
once provided.
I pull on layers of memories
to have a snowball fight
with my sisters.
I reuse. I reframe.

Which is all we can do
With relics of our pain.

We apply what we've learned,
From pain, to our lives;
We wear these lessons
Like jackets.
We grow.
Pain is only a teacher
that can aid us now

if we let it.
Writing this helped me understand why I hang on to things that hurt.
Teach me to be strong, my mind is weak
Swinging moods like walking feet
Sometimes I feel broken
Sometimes I feel whole
Sometimes I, honestly, just don't know
Why push me away?
I need you now
Why be afraid?
I've never dogged you out
Why judge me?
You are not my creator
All I'm asking for is a little savior
JR Rhine Jan 2018
I see the past bearing down on me like a valley

I do believe I have the courage to take a step back

I feel the weight of generations past and the whispers they carry

I don’t know if it all comes full circle, but

I love the smell of old books.

I hate how we ignore those who came before us, as if we don’t walk across their graves every day.

I’m most passionate about understanding where we come from, and how we got here.

I hope people see me as a flashlight beneath a bedsheet, illuminating the written page.
fhamideas Jan 2018
The power of inner,

The will of god,

The force of the undertaker,

I declared myself an animancer to revolve my path’s sod.

May God blessing me.



Reverie untill reality,

Hands are the best revolution tool in the world,

Endeavor to reach verity,

Don’t wait — capability nature stunted when  35 years old.

limitation kills everybody.



Fast – is a great teacher,

bestowal gift for learner,

One, default person will eventually open their eyes widely;

Two, for the lifelong learning in time, moment, patience & opportunity.

Who doesn’t experience desperate plea?



How well verse we are with ourselves?

Are we just playing part for wolf and lamb?

We only know a thing or two, but we still delve,

like we, human, finally found the wolfram.

Within you, there is a key.



deeply blame only blair walshing with life,

Like someone aiming to connive upon you,

choice need to do again & plan need to contrive,

Life is a marathon, there is no queue.

If your new path is like boomerang, be like kylie.
Interested? read more on my blog - http://fhamideas.com/category/soul-words/
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend VIII "


We have thrown many hollow words at each
Other in fits of spite and calumny.
Hitting the mark has been very easy
For both of us. I sometimes try to leach
A fawned approval, and in secret reach
Out to shape you into what i truly
Wish existed. You, can with childish glee
Lie about anything, or deign to teach
Me of your rickety opinions as
If they were life's first law. But these course, bare
Faults that sting do not ensphere and compass
Our union, nor do we gasp unaware
Of just remorse, and blooms one clear thought that's
Held jointly,       perfect people live elsewhere.
Gage B Nov 2017
Nothing fills the curvature of my hand
like the cheek of that which
I poured all of my blandness
into.
For i know not the taste of my own heart
but take word
and believe that those who say it is
pure and simple and
unsociable
are right.
I don’t know what
i don’t know
so teach me
Take me and show me what it is
that your unsure and tense heart
wants from mine.
I don’t know anything except for
that i am yours
and You
are mine
I will tell you yes
and that your character’s nature is a bitter-
sweet coffee and my tongue will
pick out your saccharine
love
I am begging you, please reconsider your decision. I can change.

© Gage B. 2017
Rachel Blair Oct 2017
i was taught to be afraid of my shadow
to be scared of the monsters under the bed
to fear closets
but It taught me
to turn around
to face the sun- then you'll never have to see anything ever again
to cuddle the monsters-they're the warmest
and to cry in the closet-the walls will cradle you when no one else does
the voice
the voices
in my head
taught me the good
showed me how to love the bad
and made me realized
that i'm the ugly
sometimes the best teachers are inside us
Svode Oct 2017
I'm a book,
written in a foreign language;
one nobody can understand.

Try to comprehend;
you'll be met with confusion,
as you can't decipher what doesn't make sense.

Don't let a book lead your life,
Don't let a book help you out,
Don't let a book teach you something.

Just read the book,
see what you know,
and return it.
Immediately.
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