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NitaAnn Jun 2020
Looking back over the last twelve years
Wondering why I am still here
Unsuccessive at living or ending my life

Have there been good times?
I suppose that depends
On your definition of good

Its an anniversary
Reminders of the pain and grief
That I both endured and gave

Looking back
I am more than that
I survived - I have overcome
re Jul 2019
going through many phases
handling another faces
all you have to know is
not everyone deserves you
because you are more than
they ever think about
bri Jul 2018
Please do not
look at you
the way you think
they look at you.
Every word
you've heard
about you,
does not define
who you are.
You are more than
the mistakes you make.
Life would be
less entertaining without them.
You are more than
the people you've given your body too.
Don't let your spirit
fade because you
gave a piece of yourself
to someone unworthy.
You are more than
the nights you've spent
pondering your existence.
Your soul is on this Earth for a reason.
You are more than
the ***** looks
you give yourself
when you look back
on the past.
Don't let your history haunt your presence.
You are more than
how you are treated.
They do not know the real you.
Jeff West Apr 2016
At first I was nothing, vast without contrast.
But then I passed all that… I became a dot,
And thought the whole universe was mine
Until a line appeared!
And as that line neared me,
I feared the end of my existence.
But with persistence,
this line convinced me to come along…
So I joined, I now had momentum.
You couldn’t stop me I was all I could be!
But up ahead, another line appeared
and I feared a collision would leave me dead
so I veered left.
And became a right angle,
tangled in a web of myself
and my wealth and my worth.
I’d turned inward once,
so I thought, why not once more?
And as I did this I realized I was traveling parallel to myself, back toward the beginning of my existence.That dot I thought I once was! Suddenly I stopped
because far off to my left I saw a door
I hadn’t seen before.
So I turned inward once more toward that door,
My new destination!
And when I arrived at that door
I realized that I was not a dot,
or a line, or an angle.
I was a square! I was a shape,
give me a cape and I could be a character.
I thought, it doesn’t get any better than this!
This must be bliss this must be…
Awkwardly, I heard a knock, knock knock.
So I opened that door, expecting to find someone behind it knocking. Only all I found was another line descending downward.
So I followed that line into a blinding white space, which I assumed was hollow.
Due to the echo when I yelled
“Hello”… Hello… Hello…
“Is anyone there?”… Is anyone there?…
Is anyone there?…
Unaware of my surrounding the
line abruptly became a point
which diverged perpendicular in two directions.
I became confused as to how one became two? Still, I moved onward.
But then, when two became four I
could no longer ignore the possibility
that I was probably more than
the four corners of this square,
And when four corners became six sides,
eight points and twelve lines
I realized that I had depth!
I was not just a dot, or a line, or a square…
I was a cube! I had three dimensions dude!
And I thought, it doesn’t get any better than this.
This must be bliss this must be…
Then I heard laughter and a voice told
me to unfold myself, and I said what?
And again, quite clearly,
a voice told me to unfold myself.
So I listened, and as I did this
I realized I was not a dot,
or a line, or a square, or a cube…
I was a thought, unfolded into a cross,
accosted by love that seemingly
had nowhere else to go.
And I thought, it doesn’t get any better than this.
This must be bliss this must be…
And again I heard someone laughing
And a familiar voice asked me,
“Do you think this is it my friend?
Do you think it ends here?
Don’t you know, it keeps going!”
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