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i am a mere word of this page
and you are the phrases i admire most that i can't have.
at least give me a proof of sentence,
that i am still part of your paragraph.
i've never thought that this boundless sea of whiteness
can be so lonesome.
the large gap between us and other words,
feels like the vastness of the ocean,
drowning me in and out of the pages.*

©IGMS
the untold story of the lonely word
 Jun 2016 Black Jewelz
ryn
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How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.
 Jun 2016 Black Jewelz
EG Bud
Her story is a simple one
Two married parents, and an only child
Not poor, not rich
She had a name, but according to her peers it’s not important
They thought her names were Fatso, Ugly, Cow, Disgrace
She let it happen because she knew something
Something they did not even know about themselves
They were not as tough as they acted, they were scared
“Scared of what?” she did not know, it could be anything
What was she scared of? Nothing
Of them? The ones who tease her? Never
She could never be afraid of people she pitied
You may judge her for allowing this to happen to herself when she is supposedly so fearless
But if you judge her, what makes you different from the antagonists of her life?
I suppose her story isn’t simple
But it isn’t considered complex either
Because it happens everyday to people like her
They share Her Story
You are my foundation
You are my rock
A shoulder to lean on
To whom I can talk

When we are together
I am at peace
I'm your bearing
You are my grease

Twenty five years of bliss
Is what we had
Proud you're my wife
Our daughter her dad

I hope twenty five more years
Is what's in store
When those are done
I'll need twenty five more
You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.
Flex them.
sometimes when i'm asleep i hear whispers.

ghosts of all the men i let decimate my sanctuary

thinking they came to worship.

the men who came with flowers,

fragrances and exquisite offerings

who left with my sobriety.

many pieces of me are

somewhere in the world

being given as bounty to other women

expecting to be loved as i did.
 Jun 2016 Black Jewelz
NV
baggage
 Jun 2016 Black Jewelz
NV
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
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