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A protector, a brother once but now it’s me. He wanted not to have to care for the boy. Because of his own hidden hurt. His own disconnect from his little boy. The hurting part wants Dad. Is heartbroken. Afraid for himself, of himself, and all alone. Just wants to be held. Wants to feel safe. Loved through the pain. Seen. Acknowledged. Recognized.
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
Acting my parts
You are the one that got away, Something that lingers on my mind all day. Regret, sadness, and sorrow are what I feel, Whenever I think that you are not real. What could I have been? There are things that can not be seen. Dreams that no matter how hard I try, I can not seem to take off and fly. If things were a little different, And I was not indifferent, Will I be what I could have been? Or will it still be a familiar scene? You are the one that got away, But do I really need to stay here all day? Acceptance and happiness are what I aspire to feel, Whenever I think that you are not real.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC
To My Could-Have-Beens
I feel as if I will never write again. I feel the doubt and fear, paralyzing me until I don’t know what to say or hear. They hate me, don’t they? I fear their eyes, their words, their tears. But I cannot speak. I listen for the footsteps. Where are they now? Lighter footsteps slamming the door until I cannot hear them anymore. Heavy footsteps have gone as well, the door is opened. There they are. I feel small, so small and little. The word regression comes to mind. They are coming closer, switch the tab, and hope that they are blind. Questions are like landmines, and each one is smaller, still, no matter the size of the landmine, whether you try to confront or evade, they all are set to **** I don’t know if I can do this, be anyone I want to be. Will I be a starving artist and a disappointment to my family? My name is Fear, I do not grow, I am small in every way. My impact is big, my job so large, and yet small in stature is how I stay. Am I Fear, or am I something hidden far below? If I am Fear, then tell me please why does my power grow? As soon as I speak I forget the words, the problems, and questions as well. There are so many things I yearn to learn, so eager to tell. Growing up is stupid, and you can’t disagree; so many things have gotten harder with age for me. Don’t go outside, don’t say a word, don’t stay on the path, don’t be deterred. Don’t sing, don’t write, don’t flirt, don’t fight. These are simple things to ask of you. Don’t listen, don’t hear, don’t have courage, don’t fear. These are what you know, and simple things to do. Impossible standards are easy, the simple tasks are hard. Is it one voice now, or many? Are you always on your guard? Listen, See, Do, Be. These are simple, don’t you see? Doubt is here, or is it fear? Or maybe someone new? All of these thoughts are yours my dear, so what does that mean for you?
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Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
Fear
I feel as if I will never write again. I feel the doubt and fear, paralyzing me until I don’t know what to say or hear. They hate me, don’t they? I fear their eyes, their words, their tears. But I cannot speak. I listen for the footsteps. Where are they now? Lighter footsteps slamming the door until I cannot hear them anymore. Heavy footsteps have gone as well, the door is opened. There they are. I feel small, so small and little. The word regression comes to mind. They are coming closer, switch the tab, and hope that they are blind. Questions are like landmines, and each one is smaller, still, no matter the size of the landmine, whether you try to confront or evade, they all are set to **** I don’t know if I can do this, be anyone I want to be. Will I be a starving artist and a disappointment to my family? My name is Fear, I do not grow, I am small in every way. My impact is big, my job so large, and yet small in stature is how I stay. Am I Fear, or am I something hidden far below? If I am Fear, then tell me please why does my power grow? As soon as I speak I forget the words, the problems, and questions as well. There are so many things I yearn to learn, so eager to tell. Growing up is stupid, and you can’t disagree; so many things have gotten harder with age for me. Don’t go outside, don’t say a word, don’t stay on the path, don’t be deterred. Don’t sing, don’t write, don’t flirt, don’t fight. These are simple things to ask of you. Don’t listen, don’t hear, don’t have courage, don’t fear. These are what you know, and simple things to do. Impossible standards are easy, the simple tasks are hard. Is it one voice now, or many? Are you always on your guard? Listen, See, Do, Be. These are simple, don’t you see? Doubt is here, or is it fear? Or maybe someone new? All of these thoughts are yours my dear, so what does that mean for you?
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picked her up, priority is on top, fix those broken pieces, gave all those sweet kisses, showed her the whole world, eased her anxiety and being lone, made her feel loved, prayed for her to God above, stayed through ups and downs, made her your queen and gave her a crown, but what if all those efforts are for naught? what if Im still not enough?
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
Uncertainties
If's and but's surround us in life One step either way can change fate A false move or a reaction to strife Can make things go another way One second too fast or too slow Can shape what happens next It's a crazy thing to undergo These life decisions happen quick 'If I could go back' as the saying goes 'I would've done it differently then' But in this life we'll never really know The answers to what could have been We can dwell on things from long ago And wonder about what if's and when But it will always still be the unknown We still have to let the future begin So make the decisions with no regrets We must do so again and again Don't forget that we are all blessed That we are alive and it's a gift © 2020  Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
Dwell
If only I have a nice voice, I would sing my heart out; My feelings into melodious words—- I would sing for you, without a doubt. If only my eyes could take pictures, whenever I look in your way; I would definitely take a lot—— Just seeing you makes my day. If only you could hear my thoughts, And the words that I left unsaid; I think I’m gonna regret it for the rest of my life, Until I am dead.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
My “If’s “
If I lose my memory Tell me About the love I lost before that When I lose my memory Remind me that I always loved your smile When edges dog ear Crease And Crumple Slowly wearing down Remind me what snow smells like Remind me that I gave my all To watch it blow away I want you to tell me that I opened a door during a game And you were behind it Granted you were trying to stab me How romantic Show me That sometimes our all isn't enough And that people can't change And that's alright Because some pain isn't eternal That some of these scars will fade It just takes time Tell me because I don't remember That when the hands of time fall off of my clock And the pendulum stops swinging Your laugh picks those hands up And slowly starts making them tick again And your smile starts swinging my pendulum heart back and forth again Remind me When I'm a little bit older And If I lose my memory That you'll be there on the floor with me Head to head Cupping my trembling hands Tucking that loose strand behind my ear That you'll be there To help me remember That I loved you Show me how to love you again When I lose my memory Remember I've loved you from the second I met you I didn't know But it was there Just remember for me I love you
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Memory Lost
# *if you are the ocean then I am the mist that kisses the morning the way I’d want to be kissed if you are the ocean then anchors aweigh we'll sail through the evening and on to the light the daystar is dawning we'll keep to the right like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door we'll sail on forever and touch every shore if you are the ocean, come wash me away to some misty morning and there we will play if you are the ocean, then sing me a song of sailors and treasures and places long gone if you are the ocean come wash me away to a place, together we’ll forever stay...* #
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 6:05 AM UTC
If You Are The Ocean
What I feel for you is uncomplicated. I love you. No buts. No ifs. No reasons.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Uncomplicated
How do I communicate when lyrics Were what I wrote best But everything I write is not good enough For this situation and the pressure of the anticipation Like will she understand what I mean? Will this be enough to make her realize and see? But nothing that's coming out is worthy of this That why it's being torn up There's not enough soul, enough heart And I can't break these boundaries anymore Maybe I should just give up on it all But your hurting so bad And it's affecting me And when you're mentally blank and don't know what to say I'm afraid of hurting you even more than you already are Try to type another text then I delete it again Because you're just not talking to me But can't you see that I know your hurting tonight And all this emotion is killing me inside.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Killing Me Inside
If only If only this photograph's could tell tales Tales of how happy we were If only I wasn't blindsided To the illusion that I was broken If only my eyes could show you The love I had always felt Whenever I saw you.. If only I truly knew The beautiful soul I had around me I wouldn't be writing this But instead a love poem Craving all of you If only I had a time machine To go back in time To say the words I truly wanted to say If only... If only I pulled you closer And held you tight in my arms all day If only I could say I didn't ***** up big time But I did.... Big time.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
IF
What if we are like the branches of a tree, devoid of leaves as winter takes its first few victims? Will we ever grow past the frozen areas entagled in our viens? Nothing in our path ever seems to thaw out completely. This thing we dare call a we...suppose it's truly just a motion of hope, stuck in perpetual winter. There is no warmth, no means of escape. It's a challenge to foresee a future that isn't fixated on the "what ifs" of winter, when logical answers are only contained in Spring. Spring was always my favorite season. Seemingly answering all of the unspoken questions that crowded my sanity. Maybe it was the soothing feel of dew mingling across the lawn that settled the nerves of my ever running imagination. Or the simple knowledge that Spring allowed growth after the deadliest of times. Spring was for cuddling up & gliding hands. There's something peculiar about a season of comfort & familiarity, trailing a season of doubt & bitter coldness. As if Spring was the solidarity force welding my pieces together once again. Unlike Winter, Spring allowed me to leave on a whim. Caressing my mind so that it could discern my desire to visit summer.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Only One Season
It is a sad twist of faith To be here in this place Looking at pieces That belonged to you A weird feeling as the moon is full On the same day you had made the walk down the road                        ~Feeling the energy makes me want to cry~ As I think,                             "What if I had been here on that day" ...Many weeks ago Admiring the hard work With what you had built with your time I would of said What my heart truly thinks What an amazing job You did                                                                  Instead, letting time slip away                                                                                              And I am here                                                                        staring at the scatter pieces                                                                                 you had left to no one Filling myself up with the mistakes I should of changed to had helped you
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Twist Of Faith
Where would I be, had I decided my fate earlier? Changing timelines, feeling sadder, or maybe not at all; would my life be nothing like it is now, gunking up my flow, like a wounded baby's crawl? Would I even be myself? (Or was I ever really?) Could I remember how to feel? (Other than just dreary?) Should I even bother caring? (When it calls to me so clearly?) Well, they say fate determines all, others claim free will, but have they considered compromising skills? Because I know I caused my path, and I made it pre-determined, as without my desires, my future isn't certain. So to question what my past may have had to offer is to question my own mind, self, and author.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
What If?
If there is none that makes up our souls then why does a little bit of you make me considerably whole If there is none that bridges our hearts then why does yours beat together with mine from the start And if there is none that needs to be heard or said then why does each word revive a spot in us that has long been dead
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
IF, THEN
all i can feel is regret realized how much i wasted you back then i just want to forget everything but i'm not sure if i can too late for that young love but too fast for you to move on i feel sorry for you for not giving you the chance to have me for not letting you love me the way you want it to be for tearing you apart and for breaking your heart just found myself reading back to our small talks back when you were still feeling something for me but you just suddenly walked away, i remember your promise that you will not have anyone until we graduate but there really are things that matter okay, you don't make it anyway too late for confessions too early for fear of rejection i feel sorry for everything for not giving it a try for not saying to you what i have to before things were ******* up but it's too late now now, i'm the one who's tearing apart and breaking my own heart it takes everything in me to have some courage to speak to you but you're not giving interest anymore think my efforts are wasted so i better know where to stand and just accpet things the way it should be but it hurts that i still care even if you're not doing the same thing
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Regret
But if you want to leave, then go 'cause I won't beg for you to stay Because if you love me, you will
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
If
She is alone. She is sad. She hates her life. She doesn't know what to do about it. Her eyes are like falls every night. She just wants to leave this world. After a week, she disappeared without saying a word. He liked her. He cares for her, but he is coward. He didn't tell her what he feels. He is just contented staring at her. It is too late for both of them. There are now so many "what if's" to his life. If only he had the guts to talk to her, to say what he really feels, maybe, he saved her maybe, she is still in this world.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
13 reasons why
They don't know I smile knowing this but inside I burn in despair Conflicted, I find myself staring at my shadow I wish they knew I wish they didn't Its the "what comes after" that causes me to hide inside my fragile skin Its the "what if" that has my heart throbbing For now the lights will be off and when you come looking for answers, I won't be home
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Secrets
What if they always truly loved me? I should have doubted them less. What if I am wronged on false claims? I should have the courage to speak for myself. What if God doesn't forgive easily? I should have avoided sinful acts. What if I don't live until tomorrow? I should have no regrets. -Zainab Attari
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
What If's and Should-Have's