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Three small chunks of my soul
Ripped right out of my chest
          Every weekend

       The same **** thing
The hugs, tears and kisses goodbye
               With them
The screaming, mistrust and hateful words
               With him

The pain seems neverending
And never getting any better
       All the bridges burned
   Without
          a single
                look
                      back­

But regret can build and build
When you realize some bridges
             Can't be rebuilt

And yet
         I can't regret him
Or the pain he dealt to me
    Cause he helped to create
Those three small pieces of my soul

          And they may be small
      But put together
   They create my life as a whole

    Every Weekend
The same **** thing
        And it hurts
   Finally having that feeling
Like you're actually whole
         Then all three pieces
             Get
            RIPPED
       Right out of my soul


And until next weekend
**I cannot feel whole
For Krystalyn, Klairety and KJ, my three beautiful children that I love dearly and miss even more when they're away from me.
Update: I haven't seen my children on two months, please copy and paste this link www.gofundme.com/r5wnpsd5  read my story and help if you can, thank you.
Tuesday Pixie Feb 2015
Pt 1.
These thighs I really hate
See, they have far too much weight
They wobble too much, they're not at all tight
They're not as small as I would have liked

I'm the midriff, and I'm much better
Skinny and toned and shapely
From ***** to hip,
I do look fit!
Them thighs got nothing on me.

Yet what better way to move about
To run and dance to 'twist and shout'
Without them I'd surely lose
Without them I could not move!

Now I ought to see this more clearly
For a long sickness has beset me
And I have been the weakest link
Im holding you back - don't you think?

Pt 2.
Oh stomach you're a constant pain
Though I know you're not truly to blame
But, at its very worst,
I, thighs, have been cursed
I cannot do my duty

Now ruled by your various aches
Oh tummy! - Just let me run for Christ sakes
Such a simple thing to miss
Deprived by your fetid sickness

I'm just trying not to let you stop me
From enjoying life as I ought to be
And I know that we all suffer
From some something
At some time or other

You turn food to energy for me
I can't do anything quite so tricky!
You see each and every part takes its toll:
And each and every part makes up this whole.
My friend set me a well known challenge - write about your least favourite body part from the point of view of your favourite body part, or vice versa.
Giedrius Feb 2015
just like home
that's how I felt
when I was next to you

in my place
when I would see that
sweet look from you

I felt those butterflies inside
tickling me from head to toe
made me want to smile
and to lose all sense of time

we didn't need words to talk
because our hearts could speak

just this time
being with you
I was feeling whole.
https://soundcloud.com/giedrius-nakas/wholeness
Christopher Lowe Feb 2015
What isn't half way
The minds focused on
Half questions
Half task
Asking someone
To actually concentrate
Like asking liquid to
Not take on
The volume of a
Glass half empty
Glass half full
Maybe its completely full
But to be filled
There must be two halves

Everything whole is made of parts
Even days are broken into nights
And meals into
breakfast
lunch
and dinner
Whether we are awake
Asleep or
Maybe weekdays to weekends

See there truly is no whole
Only its pieces

*So I took a half day
Inspired by me taking a half day at work because I'm sick.
PrttyBrd Feb 2015
I love even those parts of you, you yourself despise

I love your darkest corners

I love the shadows that keep you company

I love all the cracks in your soul

I love the pain that strengthens your resolve

I love the shell that secures your tender heart

I love the clouds that make your Sun shine brighter

I love your spirit that erases shades of pain in your surroundings

I love how you give me your peace and joy without noticing that you haven't held onto any for yourself... and you don't mind

**I love how you love me
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With all my love
I am myself Feb 2015
I like your skin.
The temperature is different
Than mine.
Warm

In you
I see
An extension
Of myself

A part of my being
In another form
Standing
Opposite me

I adore you
Every inch
And curve
Every thought

We are different
And the same
Equals
Shared spirits
kaye Feb 2015
God must've painted the sunset in your eyelids
and the stars in your eyes
he must've made a jungle out of your heart
that everyone keeps getting lost in,
drowned by a forest of wildfires.
he must've tucked sunshine in the corners of your smiles.
he must've patterned the oceans and seas with your words --
i keep drowning in them.
he must've tried to recreate the softness of heaven in your lips.
blackholes may have been named after your eyes --
they keep ******* me in and I can't help but see the birth of stars in their edges.

you are a whole universe of your own,
and I like exploring the corners of it alone.
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
I've been drowned
a wreck in the ocean
washed up
bruised
what seemed beyond repair
weakness stole me
strength claimed me back
Crystal June Jan 2015
Perhaps
I'm not broken,
And this is the real me,
Just sad and alone.

Maybe
I've always been this way,
Lost,
Confused.

I've never had my heart broken,
But I've never been loved either.
So instead of being broken,
Maybe I'm just not whole.
Lauren Marie Jan 2015
What is this Emptiness I Feel?
Is it brought on by Fear?

Is this Emptiness,
Or just Space
From the new room I have created?

Triggered by these new feelings of space,
I want to immediately fill it with non-virtuous things.

Unnecessary materials.
Trivial activities.
Unhealthy people.

For the sake of
Not Feeling.

Perhaps from this Space,
I feel something New.

I didn’t create a Hole in me,
I am becoming a Whole new me

Or maybe
More Whole.

I am allowing my Soul to breathe.

Before, my Soul was constricted;
Suffocated and restricted by the
Rigidity in which I lived.

Now that I have abandoned the stringency,
I am left with a New Found Freedom.

And It Feels Foreign.

I want to judge it.
Label it as “Dangerous”
Or “Unsafe”.

On the contrary,
I Need Not Fear Space.

Having Choices and Freedom
Is not only Healthy,
But a True Sign
I am in Recovery.
Today I felt an uncomfortable emptiness, I wanted to fill the voids with anything I could find to cease the feelings and be dumb to the discomfort. Instead, I reached for my journal and pen, and this was where I was led. I still don't quite understand this emptiness/space cultivating inside of me, but I am not ready to abandon it just yet. If we are strong enough to tolerate the discomfort and overcome our fear to feel our feelings, we can be led to a better path, hopefully a path to liberation.
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