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Sabika Mar 2022
Could you separate life
From the living,
The scripture
From the pope?
The teacher
From their history
Could you find that glimmer
Of hope?

Could you forgive
Betrayal?
If not
Do you have a limit?
Could you see weakness
And still
Accept it?

What if it never amends
Or if it’s never acknowledged?
Could You forgive and forget a broken promise?
Could you trust?
Could you be trusted?
Could you fix what is broken
Without the knowledge?

Maybe you could
If you had to choose between
Losing a part of yourself
And losing something dear to you.
Or if you had to choose between
Being alone
And forgiving someone who has wronged you.

And could you
Accept an apology
Of someone who
Has done something
They could never take back?
Could you accept an apology
For a pattern
Occurring behind your back?

I will not be walked all over.
I will not be taken as a fool.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
But
What you did to me,
To us,
Was nothing short of cruel.
And I don’t know if you mean it
When you said you were sorry
Or you’re only sorry
Now that you can’t hide
The consequences,
Now that I have to
Deal with this
For the rest of my life.
And I love you,
But
If forgiveness means
To trust you one more time,
I wouldn’t be able to lie.
xavier thomas Mar 2022
You know it’s time to go
Don’t amp up your ego
Don’t worry about the romance
You know you’re the definition of a real man

Focus back on your dreams
People depending on you, focus on that team
Just regroup and relax
Your wife will reveal herself, and you know that

I know your heart’s scarred
Yes it *****, but it must end
Just trust me, Zay, you don’t belong to them
Let go you’re not the problem

Look in the mirror and smile
There’s know need to be angry
If it’ll be awhile, then it’ll be a while
Remember you got God, Jesus, and me (you)
Speaking to yourself in the mirror
solEmn oaSis Mar 2022
since no inspection** from the untaming spectator

corruptor said, sinkhole may not have abduction

governing through the skills and power of possession

manipulation of resources gains from the uprising.

hence person of interest
created a Triads of crest
no more - no less
go for it, do mess

fence with a perimeter of staplings indulgence

keeping the dark secret floating by influence

bitter-sweet memories punctuated in by offense

higgledy-piggledy moments
of so true lies to dispense

sense of time and chime framing into a collage
not knowingly the insight of the other conspiring colleague
hot stuffy might get play by the edged ruler
*** of a golden word tightly encoded bolder

dense heritage is one of the hesitancy

privacy of those possibilities dare to disperse

inverse and reinvest the so called benefit of the doubt

sought out the figuring depth of outcome versus rehearse
working term !
prove to be a better doer..
don't be just like a starry-teller
Jordan Ray Mar 2022
When the big bad cloud comes covering up your sky
And the rain falls down to make you drown and I'm
Nowhere to be seen, just a sunken dream in your eyes
Have a little patience if you don't believe

'Cause you can say that stars aren't made of fire
And you can stand up and call me a liar
But don't you ever doubt my love
You can say there ain't no water in the sea
You can say that you just don't believe
But don't you ever doubt my love
HTR Stevens Feb 2022
Once I knew not my Redeemer
Who had freed me from death.
When I seemed lost in this vast world -
Swimming, I held my breath.
Tossed by the great stormy sea,
Blinded by worldly cares,
Striving for things that'd never be,
Not a moment was rest.
The thunder did above me moan,
And lightning flashed in the sky,
And the flood did all o'er me pour,
Then I heard the Lord's cry:
Turn again, O loved sinner,
Return thou to thy home,
Why art thou in this vast water,
Waiting for thy doom?
I died upon the wooden cross,
That thou and many live,
Thou shalt not be lost,
If only thou believe!
Oh, how my heart then did rejoice
When I left all and all,
And I did raise my voice (loudly),
"Dear friends, do hear this call:
Turn again, O loved sinner,
Return thou to thy home,
Why art thou in this vast water,
Waiting for thy doom?
I died upon the wooden cross,
That thou and many live,
Thou shalt not be lost,
If only thou believe!"
Another poem I found from years ago, that I wrote as a teenager!
Ruhani Aug 2023
Everything is empty inside
as if I'm  just hollow bones
robbed of all emotions
hates and loves are long gone.
Just waiting for my time to come
put my belief to hope in the end
I lay my armor, dainty heart  
have no hard feelings,
There is nothing left to mend.
vega Jan 2022
leaving grief. and i—i now remember why
i should never have allowed anyone
to get under my buckling skin
for fine friends are only fine, friends until
they know the perfect way to damage
the stillborn remnants of what you hold on to
them, without patience, distraught,
you; promises of finding someone better
overhearing a devotion that cannot possibly be true
only useful in the event of an epiphanic letdown
i love you but why have i loved you
did i love you because you were kind for five seconds
and it was only fair to bleed when it should not be enough
did you not love me because i wasn’t enough
or because you knew i was nothing to be proud of?
from knowing too much, trusting too well
follies and fey melodies for a final disconnect
i loved you never mean what you say
say anything to say anything to say anything to say
sorry. your smug conversation is one i carry still with me
even as the tactile memory of you burns
and my singed skin curls into the shape of an old friend
who never cared. i never remember to forget
they’ll always be there until they aren’t
leaving, grief, and i—i no longer wish for a happier end
i only wish there was a softer way to recover.
Inspired by the song Misguided Ghosts by Paramore.
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