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Life started with a point,
continuing with a half matured flower,

All the storm that i have gone through,
till the period of nourishment,
survival was only possible,
because you made that happen,

Your hands were over me,
Your blessing was there with me,

When everyone was aganist me,
you stood up for me,
When i was breaked down,
You catched me,you stood for me,

You were there,
in my laugh,in my cry,in my ups &down;,



"Man may come and man may go but,
Mother like you go on forever"
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Josh Murphy
If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.
Suicide affects so many lives. For all of the people out there tempted, please keep this in mind. Don't be that person that ruins the game for others, because the game can be so much fun if you play it right and with the right people.
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Lex
Love?
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Lex
You say that you love me.
But I know it isn't true.
For you only say you love me,
Because I say that I love you.
Don't lie to me anymore.
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
ASB
you talked to me in sonnets
or metaphysical poetry --
you said it all, in little words.
I was never any good at it,
unable to describe you in
only 14 lines, unable to
describe you even in novels.
writing about love is like
translating Shakespeare --
the subtleties are always
lost -- and in my many
inadequate attempts to
put you on paper, I've
never managed to make
you understand what
happens to my heart
each time you smile.
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
r
Moon
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
r
I call her Moon.
              Why, you ask?
Because she is light
     when my nights are heavy.

r ~ 4/24/14
\•/\
   |    O
  / \
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
RA
This is a white room
with tiny pencil drawings marching
around the walls in childish lines, telling
so many stories. Try
though I may, one thousand of my words
is worth less than one
of these drawings, and so
I think this space
is a place that needs
to be kept safe
inside your heart.
Auschwitz, Poland
Monday, March 25, 2014

Here ends my collection, Poems from Poland, written over an eight day trip through some of Poland's death camps, concentration camps, synagogues, and the like. Thank you so very much to every single person that took the time to read, like, comment, share, or add to one of your collections. It means so much to me.
I hope you enjoyed reading them, or if 'enjoyed' isn't quite the right word, that they made you think or maybe feel.
Thank you,
Rachelle Aviv
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Doy A
Halfway
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Doy A
He fell in love with me, but only temporarily.
He fell in love with me, but it was too late.

I fell in love with him, and it was too quick.
*I fell in love with him, and he’ll never know.
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