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 Jul 2014 The Whisper
Hadley Erin
I lift my voice to let out color, but it all detaches to dust and sorrow.
The unmistaken misfortunes stay calmly untouched
the way they should be.
Because, listening can make your emotions thinner
trust me.
It is as real as opening a window,
as real as letting the breeze chill your space,
as real at the last kisses taste.
Be careful with your sympathetic heart, it can crumble and turn to flames
so, find your own hand
don't let go
the grasp of yourself, is as important as so.
It might take forever, but remember
the detailed shades of your life,
will never wonder
moments are tied together,
so you'll never forget
that instant
ever
I lost my innocence
Beside railroad tracks
And learned my love
Of - why? - when I
Watched the train go by.
I believe in soulmates,
Watching Netflix,
And the playful fight that leads to,
First kisses,
And giddy smiles.
I believe that even the simplest of things can be beautiful with you by my side.
Remember the pain, never forgetting the pleasure.
Should he do it again.. I mean the needles already in him.
Heat the thoughts up, his hands are not gentle.
Satisfied by fantasy, some would call it abominable.
Judgement is calamity, darkness watch in a peep hole.
Vains pop out the floor is so comfortable.
No longer here me and lust is identical.
I *** no **** but this is so cereal.
He's a murderer as he's killing his children
.......he stops and looks around and says "Man what am I doing"?
The spirit was right I have the wrong intentions.
Left hand was drenched as the tears started Rollin.
He's back and there ain't nobody to help him,
He laughs just to stop the crying.
Rehab... rehab.... That's all he's givin
Cleaning the mess as he notice the needles ....I mean it's already in him.
Speckled minds
Dwindling down a long winding path
Defeated or lost?

You can almost make out a harness, lock and key.

We live in a free world?
Then why are we all slaves
Fighting our way through this rat race, we call life.
Pain stricken.
What defines the realms of pain?
If it's not physical or visible, is it really there?
Is the crippling of it just in our head or is it really that bad?
To care so much for others,
To really feel the pang in the chest as if it was happening to you first hand.
Empathy.
But when should the line be drawn?
The world needs more empathy, compassion and nurture.
But can one give to much?
Should there be a switch off point, when you say"I need to put myself first"
What if you cant find your switch and are forever giving,
Draining all you powerful energies into others,
until you don't have enough to lift yourself.
You feel the tether getting thinner but you carry on.
Is there a point when the things you value most in yourself
Just run out.
Will you be left feeling broken?
Invincible maybe?
Or just numb?
Once I read this beautiful quote,
By an old married couple.
The woman of a marriage of 65 years,
Was questioned,
"How have you guys stayed together for so long?"
She replied with a sense of pride, "We come from a time where if something was broken we would fix it." I thought that was absolutely beautiful.
I do not understand the concept of divorce,
I believe that once you are married,
That's it.
Till death do us part.
Times have changed since that old couple fell in love.
People today do not know how to handle things if they get hard,
So they just give up.
They have forgotten how to fix things.
It is tragic how divorce has become such a common thing,
When marriage used to be so sacred.
So when the time for marriage comes for me,
I want to be absolutely sure I could live the rest of my life that person.
I will vow that no matter how broken things get,
How hard,
I will put in the effort,
I will fix them.
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