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Heidi Mason Aug 2019
When she looks back,
A small teen believed
he was the happiest milestone
that's ever been marked
in her journey of life.  

She treated him like a dying man.
She cherished every second,
laughed at every word,
loved every part of him
entirely every moment she could.

Her brain would plant
beautiful flowers
and they became nourished by
a simple thought of him.

He did not show efforts
to create a new garden.
Malnutrition problems.
She was over blossoming
beautiful bouquets.
And gave them to the poison.

Time passes by,
she tried to be her again.

The thought of him always lingered
and it achieved all it needs.
Questioning herself, lack of confidence.
Day after day pass by,
She doesn’t know what she wants
lost in the ways of the world.

Her brain participates in ways to burry
the negative feelings to succeed
at only feeling good.
She’s stuck, the pain overbears her.

Fatigue, sadness, lack of motivation
all tag along, alone with nothing better to do. Weighing her down in the world while he is living like one normally does.

6 years later. She’s asked about her first love.

When she's thinking about him,
her brain shrivels up
like a flower would when it's cold.  
She try to protect herself, “Debatably a waste of time but also glad it happened.” She answers.

Growth is in pain, she acknowledges.
She thinks of her previous pain
only to find the root of sadness
to be able to change.

She lets go. She loves herself. She is beautiful. She feels like she is worth the world and deserving of a loving guy.

She notices that her maturity was key.
She lives life for her every day. Not for a boy, not for her school, grades, parents. SHE LIVES FOR HERSELF.

Her peace became important. She realized, feelings of hers are real. She is allowed to feel. Her emotions have power.
this is a very personal story on my growth over the last 6-7 years of my life
Cobalt Jan 2018
So.
You wanna be a grown up.
You wanna learn how the world works,
And what to do to make it like you.
Well kid, first things first
(And you're hearing it from a fellow kid)
(So don't take my word as gospel)
But the world won't bend to you.
It won't accommodate you.
It won't care.
It's unyielding,
And, debatably,
Unforgiving.
(Depressing, right?)
But, kid,
None of that'll matter.
You have to take a leap of faith.
Go forth and go to art school,
Go and join the military.
Cut all your hair off,
And wear what you **** well please.
Kiss who you want and when you want,
And flip off the "very fine people" at Charlottesville.
Verbally decimate your cheating ex,
And stand up for the bullied kid.
Rise up, shout,
Make sure your bruises and your battle scars are heard across the globe.
You'll make a difference.
After all, you don't have to be a Ghandi or a King to change the world.

You just gotta be you.
Joe Hill Apr 2014
Or I would be, could be if the
sea was a memory, distant periphery,
granted sideways glances between
sought out land masses that can
offer some known substance, sore
eco thumb prints making them
seem special, almost terrestrially
relatable, debatably to people,
less contested to ideas, thoughts
and reasons beating back brazen
treasons of the seventy percent
that needs to take over, its
meaning is deeper than dirt.
Having a partner with mental illness is not a low-level quest.

Having a partner with mental illness is debatably the best quest in the game and has incredibly valuable Loot.

"I am farming so much exp off of this argument right now."

"I just scored some mad reputation points with your parents."

"Hey, can we do that over again? I didn't get the drop I wanted."
b for short Jul 2014
I read a tidbit somewhere
that the average American will spend
a combined six months of their life
waiting at red lights.

After I processed this,
I consciously took a breath,
thanked my debatably lucky stars
that I turned out
nowhere near average,

*and gunned it.
© Bitsy Sanders, July 2014
Mama earth Mar 2018
Beautiful babes with red fire hair
treasured favs extremely rare
life is sometimes debatably Fair
y'all Stand Tall
don't sell yourself short
tell ya ma youd like to call
Tybee, Topanga, and Savanah
You each are a doll
-Brooke Alison Ilene Anselment ®️ ©️
ConnectHook Sep 12
Führer Drumpf, though still free and unshackled,
Could not conquer Karmela, who cackled.
He was clearly upstaged.
His deplorables raged
While the laughing hyaena got jackaled.

Orange ******, returned from the dead
Barely healed from his wound in the head,
Tossed Karmela the glove
In the spirit of love;
Just tremendous, fantastic --he said.

Zion Don's holy sword was unsheathed.
While Miss Harrison cackled and seethed.
It was quite the debate,
And we all had to wait
Till commercials, then finally breathed.
The Wonderess May 2020
Through thick and thin
Loss  and win
We were glued together
As we will be forever

We cured each disaster
With goofing and laughter
Quite the doctors we were
With life’s essential cure

Adopting Peter Pan’s
Most Brilliant Plan
We refused to grow old
to grow bitter and cold

We were so powerful
We were so invincible
Two fragile little girls
Taking on a cruel world

Now we are older
and debatably wiser
Trapped inside adults
despite our revolts

Yet, we bring magic
To a world so tragic
With the ‘faith, trust
And pixie dust ‘

Of our
everlasting friendship...
This poem is dedicated to my best friend and describes how a the sisterly bond that we shared is the kind of magical live that brightens up the world on the most dull of days.

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