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Faith Jul 7
I rip myself apart,
Piece by piece.
I place bits of my heart,
Into your hands.

I tear my soul,
Little by little,
And gift a morsel:
But when will I realize,
You never asked for me,
Or my vulnerability?

Remaining transfixed.
You step on my soul,
***** it,
Bury it,
Beneath soil,
Without a second glance.
No mercy,
Or pity,
In your eyes.
Simply and only,
A slight surprise.
You never asked for my care,
And were never aware,
Of all I invested,
All that manifested,
Beneath my shell,
Deep within my heart.
So why would you mind,
Tearing it apart?
How did you get in here
How did you work your way into my life
The one I keep people out of

How did it start to get to me
How did I start to care
How did you start to matter
When nothing else does

How did I not see you coming
How did you dodge my defence
How did you get past the walls
      
      Those are lies
                     I let you in
Jazmine M Apr 26
This message is a worn out cliche,
but nevertheless the meaning is still as real as it ever has been, and although you may have heard this so many times that it might've just turned into slurred words in your mind that go in one ear, out the other, the words still remain true.

Whoever you are, whatever you bring to the table, whatever of you meets the eye, whoever you are inside. You have worth. All the worth in the world and you don't have to believe me but I believe in you.
You are on this planet, doing your daily things for a reason, you have YOUR personality for a reason.
I beleive that you have been blessed with this original, beautiful person inside of you. So forfil it. Take advantage, show off who you are. Do what you want. Get in trouble, do something risky, step out of your comfort zone, have fun, do something you would never dream of doing; you could die at any moment, so cherish the time you have on this planet, you only get it once.

Be a good person. Make someone's day, if you like something say it, if you think there is a particular aspect of someone that shines, say it, who cares what people may think, wether they act like it's nothing to them, if you say your words correctly, and say them like you believe them (which you do anyway), then they will beleive it too. And you've boosted their confidence.

Move away from those toxic people, you will leave them one day anyway, the sooner the better. Do things for your benefit not theirs, you will always have to live with the decisions you make/ have made, you don't, and WON'T have to live with the people that sway you to do things you don't want to do.

Stop focusing on everything negative, okay yes sometimes it's healthy to have a bit of self critique, we need that to see what to improve on, and to think about what has been done.
But whatever happened to positive self reflection?
Praise yourself, this is a hard life, for anybody; you've made it this far! You have conquered stuff in your lifetime, it's okay to tell yourself you deserve good, or that you worked ******* something, or that you did well, you don't always have to be so modest just to not seem big headed.

Spread love.
Love yourself.
Pull yourself away from those who are dragging you down.
It could get much worse.
It could get much better.
Be grateful.
Appreciate what you have.
Don't be so bitter.
Compete for what you want.
Do it for you.
If what your about to say isn't nice, don't say it.
Stop making excuses for yourself:
There's no time for pity parties,
just try to turn it around and change it.
Be the person you wish you were.
Lift others up.
Bring NO ONE down.
Stand up for people who cannot stand up for themselves.
You are your OWN person, never lose sight of that! Ever.
This universe trys to break us all in a  way that no one else could understand,
So don't let any of your demons win.
They don't deserve the satisfaction.
-JM
Pay attention
What I said, I said from my heart not my mind.
RK Mar 11
If I had known before I'd decided to take on this task, into this labyrinth of a living ****, how it would have broken my heart.
Would I have attempted to?
It was too much for any soul to go through  such pain and torment.  The sages of the ages have forewarned, it is not for the faint hearted.  So many different strands, layers and knots to work through.

I didn't even know where to start.  I looked within as far as I could, to see how I ended up in this tangled web of confusion.

I  set about the work of separating, to untangle the different layers, down to the very root, to the core, the beginning.

The dark night of the soul took me on a journey, one I had created by my own stupidity and utter ignorance. I couldn't yet see the true cause for my sin for the light was dim.  There was still a long way to go to the centre.  
And it wasn't easy.

Friends and family couldn't understand how important it was for me to work through the tension.  My body soul and mind, torn asunder by the pressure I was under.  There was no rest, no relief. A labour of love was my reason.  At all costs I had to undo these awful unruly knots, to undo the damage done, to return to the original splender. I had created this unforgiving state where I now found myself. Not being aware of the difficulty I had gotten myself into.

It felt like treason.

Patience was the prerequisite to the success of this operation. Layer by unending layers it became easier. Loosening  out the knots with gentle care, a prayer, a desire to be; amidst all this work and frustration. To bring to an end this living nightmare of ****, suffering and endurance.

I knew it was hard for others to understand. Nothing could take me away from all these strands. To get back to where all the trouble started. Somehow a gentle peace entered, a stirring of gratitude, love and acceptence.

A surrendering---


Finally, and gratefully, I held the whole ball of beautiful soft green wool unblemished, in my hand, now back to its original beauty
Im knitting  for my grandchildren and one of the ***** of wool got so tangled, it ended up a living nightmare. I could have just left it, but somehow I felt the need to undo the tangles. It took me three days to work through. there were strands of wool stretched all over my kitchen . It's very rewarding to not give in, to persevere . Well I'm a bit like that you see.
So I took the start of the wool from the centre of the ball but made a huge mess of it.
Thank you for reading.
Peace
RK Mar 20
Goldilocks was a little girl  who lost track of time in the forest
She wandered along with the butterflies, feeling as light as a feather.

Filled with awe, she saw the beauty in all  
Her golden curls fell all around her.
Forgetting where she was she  floated along her golden curls falling about her.

She heard herself gasp, when she had a glimpse, of a  beautiful cottage ahead of her.
She squinted her eyes and saw smoke arising from the rooftop.
She moved closer with care, and full to the brim with wonder.

O My, O My,  she let a sigh, is there anyone home, I wonder?
She walked up to the door with a song in her heart
the aroma of porridge delighting her.

She gently knocked with her tiny fist, and boldly called out;

"Hello hello, it's only me, Goldilocks,
   may I enter?

She listened eagerly for an answer!

Now being a child in her innocent mind, her curiosity got the better.
She pushed in the door just to see more, forgetting her beautiful manners.

She noticed a table and three lovely chairs, soft cushions and matching curtains
Light through the window frames of wood, completely catching  her attention.
She got carried away, and wanted to stay, to remember the peace ever after.

The house was warm, like a memory of home and the hunger had just come upon her.
She sat herself down and ate up a whole big bowl of porridge.
Now being very small, she didn't think much at all, just felt a tiredness coming over her.  
Well after all, her little legs had trudged through a mighty big forest.

She let out a big yawn, and walked down the hall and noticed a bed
beckoning her.  She answered the call for nature knows all, and soon she was curled up in blankets.
She was out for the count when she heard a loud noise, sounds of someone weeping.  

She woke up with a start forgetting where she was and gathered  herself, together.
Now fully awake, she heard thudding feet and wondered what on earth was happening.

"Who's been eating my porridge?"
And, "someone has broken my chair!"
And "who's that sleeping in my bed?"
The weeping continued!

Her eyes open wide and there by her side, stood two mighty bears starring down on her. Then baby bear cried " who is this is in my bed? My  porridge is all gone."
Ya! Ya! Ya!  

" So goldilocks ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.  She ran all the way home, her heart in her hand, a scratch on her knee, her beautiful curls tossed about her.


Though still filled with glee, happy as could be
She flew through the door,

Crying out ;

" Oh mummy, mummy, you won't believe there's two big bears and a baby one too, living in a beautiful cottage."
Then gasping for breath, she paused
and
said,

  "in the forest."

"Come, come, I want to show you."
This was my most loved fairytale from childhood.
This was pretty much what I imagined and remember.,.staying  a child for another day.
  hope you enjoy it and don't find it stoo silly.,
I'll always love it anyway.
Peace
Harsh Dec 2014
When every other thing in your life has shattered
and you are a shell of a person and all you do
is call me at an ungodly hour to be alone,
you don’t have to say hello. You don’t have to say
anything. Let your sadness speak its lengths
through the silence that permeates through our phones.
I’ll stay on until you fall asleep, or I’ll come to your place
and hold you until you find your breath again.
I’ll wipe away the tears for you, but I won’t tell you
not to cry. Sometimes crying is the only thing we can do.

When you’re tired, just look at me and
give me one of those exhausted smiles we share;
I’ll carry you home and undress you.
I’ll fold your clothes to the side, tuck you into the covers,
and read to you while caressing your hair.
Don’t worry about snoring or moving about
while you sleep; just get your rest.

When you’re furious and all the world has done is
disappoint you, I’ll hang from a doorway and be
your punching bag. Don’t be gentle with me.
Yell until your voice splinters and you punch your knuckles raw
and stomp until your knees give out from under you.
I’ll lay you down and ice your hands and give you tea
for your throat. I’ll hold you as the rage turns into
anguish and frustration and all you can do is tremble.

And even when my actions are futile and
all my words do is come crashing about your ears,
I promise that I will at least try for you.

All your wounds heal both inside and out.
I will always be here to soothe the burns.
I will always listen to your rants and ramblings.
I will always have a hand for you to hold.
I will always love you; everything that I have
and everything that I am, all that that I ever will be,
is yours.

Always.
My rendition of this piece: http://lntroductions.tumblr.com/post/75665068982/and-if-you-call-me-at-4-am-too-sad-to-even-say
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