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I am warmhearted and icy cold, with a pretty face that's getting old. I am fragile yet tough as a man, struggle thru life with no real plan. I am petite and cuss like a trucker, slightly naive, but I'm no sucker. I am a sinner with a halo of gold, an open book with secrets untold. I am a hypocrite but always play fair, a bleeding heart and I don't care. I am a mother who acts like a child, crazy, impatient and easily riled. I am spontaneous and I am a bore, forever forgiving, I still keep score. I am unstable and wonderfully wise, a ****** deviant in sweet disguise. I am creative and self-destructive naturally skilled and unproductive. I am shy and I am outspoken with a heart of stone, easily broken. I am awkward and well refined, lost, insightful and a little love-blind. I am respected and I am addicted shamed by burdens, self inflicted. I am a perfectionist and I am a slob, unbiased and shallow, an inept snob. I am nocturnal, a creature of night, blissfully ignorant, typically right. I am cautious and I have no fear, a loser and quitter, still I persevere. I am brilliant and easily amused, over-zealous and under-enthused. I am impervious with wounds to heal, an occasional liar just keepin' it real. I am weird and lovely and mean- I am what I am.......100 Aileen.

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC

I am warmhearted and icy cold, with a pretty face that's getting old. I am fragile yet tough as a man, struggle thru life with no real plan. I am petite and cuss like a trucker, slightly naive, but I'm no sucker. I am a sinner with a halo of gold, an open book with secrets untold. I am a hypocrite but always play fair, a bleeding heart and I don't care. I am a mother who acts like a child, crazy, impatient and easily riled. I am spontaneous and I am a bore, forever forgiving, I still keep score. I am unstable and wonderfully wise, a ****** deviant in sweet disguise. I am creative and self-destructive naturally skilled and unproductive. I am shy and I am outspoken with a heart of stone, easily broken. I am awkward and well refined, lost, insightful and a little love-blind. I am respected and I am addicted shamed by burdens, self inflicted. I am a perfectionist and I am a slob, unbiased and shallow, an inept snob. I am nocturnal, a creature of night, blissfully ignorant, typically right. I am cautious and I have no fear, a loser and quitter, still I persevere. I am brilliant and easily amused, over-zealous and under-enthused. I am impervious with wounds to heal, an occasional liar just keepin' it real. I am weird and lovely and mean- I am what I am.......100 Aileen.

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Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC

Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.

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*I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V. They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses . Men , women & children I murdered them all. Who am I ? I am a muslim and i am taking this fall. They used my name and spread the terror. I am not them , it surely is an error. We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love. Why am I being represented by their false actions. I am a person, with different notions. World will now brand me a terrorist. Don't judge me by their actions , I insist. I am not them, they pilfered my name. They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame . I have been robbed , robbed of my name. I am a muslim , human like you , all the same. My name has been robbed , my identity stolen I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen. There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths. But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

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Nov 15, 2015

Nov 15, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC

The Identity Theft

*I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V. They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses . Men , women & children I murdered them all. Who am I ? I am a muslim and i am taking this fall. They used my name and spread the terror. I am not them , it surely is an error. We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love. Why am I being represented by their false actions. I am a person, with different notions. World will now brand me a terrorist. Don't judge me by their actions , I insist. I am not them, they pilfered my name. They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame . I have been robbed , robbed of my name. I am a muslim , human like you , all the same. My name has been robbed , my identity stolen I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen. There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths. But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............

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She’s got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck, so we fck, and after it's said and done she says, “I don’t usually do this.”, yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do, no road home and no rules, no control no lines no tolls, keep knocking and you can come in, but no one’s home, what’s going on up there, how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful, why are you armed with such a stare, I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for, armed to the teeth no bark all bite, I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire, and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might, because we better express ourselves before we expire, got burned from her fire, but it hurt so good, like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other, feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood, always ready to talk about anything except the truth, she says she only lied to me once, and that was about not liking Ethiopian food, and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck, what the fck, I’m drunk, and I don’t usually drink, but I often do things I don’t usually do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not sure I love you, because even if I did, I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use, you want the truth, the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone, and in the middle is where I found you, and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home, and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment, laying there naked in each other’s arms, but you were insecure and covered yourself back up, because you didn’t want me to see your scars, you’ve got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck... ∆ LaLux ∆ Melbourne, Australia October 2018

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC

She’s got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck, so we fck, and after it's said and done she says, “I don’t usually do this.”, yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do, no road home and no rules, no control no lines no tolls, keep knocking and you can come in, but no one’s home, what’s going on up there, how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful, why are you armed with such a stare, I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for, armed to the teeth no bark all bite, I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire, and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might, because we better express ourselves before we expire, got burned from her fire, but it hurt so good, like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other, feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood, always ready to talk about anything except the truth, she says she only lied to me once, and that was about not liking Ethiopian food, and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck, what the fck, I’m drunk, and I don’t usually drink, but I often do things I don’t usually do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not sure I love you, because even if I did, I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use, you want the truth, the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone, and in the middle is where I found you, and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home, and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment, laying there naked in each other’s arms, but you were insecure and covered yourself back up, because you didn’t want me to see your scars, you’ve got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck... ∆ LaLux ∆ Melbourne, Australia October 2018

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Fabricated. Fictitious. A fake floating feeling Falls short Of my fleeting fantasy. This insidious infirmity Isn't what I intended. I've been inflicted With internal indisposition. In need of an ideal identity. Who am I without This ****** to make me whole? How do I heave my heart Away from this hole? Have you seen how hard this is? But it's been short of a year, Of believing I can simply be. And before I break Bleed me of my bane. And for me, bear no malice. Tightly take me Away from my terible tempest. Time tells me it's time to stop. Too long I've tortured my tenemet. Tame the tantrum tearing through me. Sober seems strong, But it's systematic survival. Stopping the surrender To something stimulating. Learning to stand sedated. No I'm no longer numb. No longer neglecting my need For new novcane. Knowing I'll never need This vaccine again. You are all my ambition. Dispelling my ailments And afflictions. I am hard to adore, I know. You are my new addiction. You have me dreaming, Praying we are real. Made me feel. Don't decieve my brittle belief. Keep me, don't leave. I'm not the kind to fly. For you i'd try to dive. Unafraid I might die. I don't hide from the night. This is what I've been trying to find.

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC

Tip of the tongue the teeth and the lips

Fabricated. Fictitious. A fake floating feeling Falls short Of my fleeting fantasy. This insidious infirmity Isn't what I intended. I've been inflicted With internal indisposition. In need of an ideal identity. Who am I without This ****** to make me whole? How do I heave my heart Away from this hole? Have you seen how hard this is? But it's been short of a year, Of believing I can simply be. And before I break Bleed me of my bane. And for me, bear no malice. Tightly take me Away from my terible tempest. Time tells me it's time to stop. Too long I've tortured my tenemet. Tame the tantrum tearing through me. Sober seems strong, But it's systematic survival. Stopping the surrender To something stimulating. Learning to stand sedated. No I'm no longer numb. No longer neglecting my need For new novcane. Knowing I'll never need This vaccine again. You are all my ambition. Dispelling my ailments And afflictions. I am hard to adore, I know. You are my new addiction. You have me dreaming, Praying we are real. Made me feel. Don't decieve my brittle belief. Keep me, don't leave. I'm not the kind to fly. For you i'd try to dive. Unafraid I might die. I don't hide from the night. This is what I've been trying to find.

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Abuser Simple pleasures Causing pain Building up To strike again Draw them in Shut them out Weaving lies Creating doubt Love to take But never give Life expected Not to live Stealing hope Stifling breath Broken promise Courting death Cruel intention Deed is done Self-inflicted Sparing none Cori MacNaughton 8Apr99

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC

cori-macnaughton

Abuser Simple pleasures Causing pain Building up To strike again Draw them in Shut them out Weaving lies Creating doubt Love to take But never give Life expected Not to live Stealing hope Stifling breath Broken promise Courting death Cruel intention Deed is done Self-inflicted Sparing none Cori MacNaughton 8Apr99

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The bright blue bottle hit me like a hint of death on the breath of Spring. I imagined it being tossed out a truck window by underage teens fancying themselves clever and mature and immortal as if the earth had willed upon them that her stolen treasure, Aluminum, be returned or she’d cause their truck keys disappear for all eternity. I picked up the blue bottle tried to feel resurrection in a recycling sort of way felt instead only the hollow emptiness of mindless eternal reincarnation. Winter had been long this year and lately I fantasized resurrection more than usual at a field where I stopped to listen to meadowlark and field sparrow calling for mates or alerting everyone to the sin of the blue bottle. Several deer grazed the unseen first greens of Spring near skunk cabbage and coltsfoot. At a small stream, I cupped my hand into the icy fast water and raised it to my lips, then splashed my face, then splashed some more, more, then knelt, both knees at the streambed and submersed my face and head, in self-inflicted baptism for my own blue bottle sins, opened my eyes, exhaled all my blue bubbles, for the longest of repentant moments, pulled out of the water gasping the holy Spring air for dear life and thereafter walked each step in the garden of resurrection.

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC

GirardTournesol

The Blue Bottle

The bright blue bottle hit me like a hint of death on the breath of Spring. I imagined it being tossed out a truck window by underage teens fancying themselves clever and mature and immortal as if the earth had willed upon them that her stolen treasure, Aluminum, be returned or she’d cause their truck keys disappear for all eternity. I picked up the blue bottle tried to feel resurrection in a recycling sort of way felt instead only the hollow emptiness of mindless eternal reincarnation. Winter had been long this year and lately I fantasized resurrection more than usual at a field where I stopped to listen to meadowlark and field sparrow calling for mates or alerting everyone to the sin of the blue bottle. Several deer grazed the unseen first greens of Spring near skunk cabbage and coltsfoot. At a small stream, I cupped my hand into the icy fast water and raised it to my lips, then splashed my face, then splashed some more, more, then knelt, both knees at the streambed and submersed my face and head, in self-inflicted baptism for my own blue bottle sins, opened my eyes, exhaled all my blue bubbles, for the longest of repentant moments, pulled out of the water gasping the holy Spring air for dear life and thereafter walked each step in the garden of resurrection.

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Light train chugging, working to outrun Over exerting, pulling along your freight Sand is running out under the diminishing sun Fastidiously you tug on your enormous weight Segmented equal in seven hulking proportions Weaving between sleeping rocky giants Assertion in your drive gifted from the high heavens Borne of light your cargo load of tenants Silver blurred rays glinting back as reply As you power your way through Defying seconds, before the last rays should die Against odds, delivering what is due Questing to alleviate my inflicted darkness Spear of brilliance slicing through my mind Illuminating the farthest and tiniest of crevices Nook and crannies that willed me blind Careful manoeuvring to keep your balance Through scenic views fraught with treachery Furiously working to keep your cadence Hopeful of unloading the load you carry What lies dormant in that cargo of yours? What sleeps easy within those boxcars? What stokes the fire to diligently run your course? What promises you bear, travelling near and far? Bales of hope and crates of strength Supplies of kindness and self-worth Reside within your immense length Intact and lay quiet within your formidable girth Reliant on the light that fuels and feeds Your axles seem tireless guiding forth those wheels Thundering over land with the power of a thousand steeds Armed to your teeth with alloys and steels Expelling grit and dirt as you pummelled across Grey-white fumes, shoot up to the sky Flag flogged by wind, billow and toss Blaring your whistle as you race on by Propelling forward, horizon up ahead There it is...in all its tenebrous glory Darkened locomotive seething mad with dread Brace for the clash and the loads the two carry

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC

Light Train (II)

Light train chugging, working to outrun Over exerting, pulling along your freight Sand is running out under the diminishing sun Fastidiously you tug on your enormous weight Segmented equal in seven hulking proportions Weaving between sleeping rocky giants Assertion in your drive gifted from the high heavens Borne of light your cargo load of tenants Silver blurred rays glinting back as reply As you power your way through Defying seconds, before the last rays should die Against odds, delivering what is due Questing to alleviate my inflicted darkness Spear of brilliance slicing through my mind Illuminating the farthest and tiniest of crevices Nook and crannies that willed me blind Careful manoeuvring to keep your balance Through scenic views fraught with treachery Furiously working to keep your cadence Hopeful of unloading the load you carry What lies dormant in that cargo of yours? What sleeps easy within those boxcars? What stokes the fire to diligently run your course? What promises you bear, travelling near and far? Bales of hope and crates of strength Supplies of kindness and self-worth Reside within your immense length Intact and lay quiet within your formidable girth Reliant on the light that fuels and feeds Your axles seem tireless guiding forth those wheels Thundering over land with the power of a thousand steeds Armed to your teeth with alloys and steels Expelling grit and dirt as you pummelled across Grey-white fumes, shoot up to the sky Flag flogged by wind, billow and toss Blaring your whistle as you race on by Propelling forward, horizon up ahead There it is...in all its tenebrous glory Darkened locomotive seething mad with dread Brace for the clash and the loads the two carry

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Submission He owns my body. He owns my heart. When he’s displeased, My whole world falls apart When he’s satisfied by my efforts, I’m overwhelmed with joy. Though often mixed with anxiety, In case inadvertently annoy. For him i will change, To almost anything he requires, For now my only life goal, Is to be all that he desires. I will take almost any pain inflicted. Hold each predicament position. As he knows the key to my heart, Is the key to my submission. So yes I will take any punishment, In anyway he sees fit. For him i won’t fight it. For him i will SUBMIT. ********

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC

Submission He owns my body. He owns my heart. When he’s displeased, My whole world falls apart When he’s satisfied by my efforts, I’m overwhelmed with joy. Though often mixed with anxiety, In case inadvertently annoy. For him i will change, To almost anything he requires, For now my only life goal, Is to be all that he desires. I will take almost any pain inflicted. Hold each predicament position. As he knows the key to my heart, Is the key to my submission. So yes I will take any punishment, In anyway he sees fit. For him i won’t fight it. For him i will SUBMIT. ********

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Tell me why it seems like the walls are closing in Tell me why my hopes they're stretched far and thin Tell me why my dreams still struggle in this fight Tell me why every time I draw air but it feels so tight. Tell me why in this turmoil my heart does wallow Tell me why lifes' lessons by the heapfuls I choke to swallow Tell me why I'm somewhat free but then again I am not Tell me why I really do have but I haven't really got. Tell me why I try to sleep many a restless night Tell me why I am so afraid of many a fearful fright Tell me why I still feel the way I have felt before Tell me why I ask many questions which leaves me broken and sore. Tell me why so much emotions run amok within me Tell me why I look yet I do not really see Tell me why despondence is back; it's here to haunt Tell me why such uncertainties always beckons to taunt. Tell me why I want more but I am quite contented Tell me why I have to accept the path I've very much resented Tell me why I already know but I still keep on asking Tell me why it seems like the reasons are in every way lacking. Tell me why I feel so happy but in fact I am so sad Tell me why it all seems unfair but I have to be glad Tell me why I found love in the most unfortunate circumstance Tell me why to a mournful tune I am stuck in dance. Tell me why my heart feels engorged but I can't release it all Tell me why I am so scared but I would still want to fall Tell me why I feel you close when you're farther than far Tell me why it seems incredulous that we share the same star. Tell me why I long to give you more when I can't this instant Tell me why I can feel better but I seem so resistant Tell me why sometimes I look up and curse at my luck Tell me why I refuse to focus on courage that I really should pluck. Tell me why I lay in bed dreaming of a place far away Tell me why I find myself moping more and more each day Tell me why I chose to be naive and in fate I do give trust Tell me why time and time again it just gets ground to dust. Tell me why I feel so beaten and weak when I should be strong Tell me why I am so familiar in a place I don't belong Tell me why I have to live with a mask on my face Tell me why I feel like a marionette strung up by lace. Tell me why I dug deep when these words make me cry Tell me why the tears still trickle when my eyes are dry Tell me why I share this when I know you would feel bad Tell me why I would even spout the words that make you sad. Tell me why these painful wounds I didn't choose to lick Tell me why I didn't let them heal but instead I would pick Tell me why I feel as though I am quite addicted Tell me why it seems like I enjoy the dark I've inflicted. Tell me why sometimes I question, the things you see in me Tell me why you've said it many times but I don't really see Tell me why I haven't drifted far when I should've a while ago The reason is you; because you have chosen to love me.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC

Tell me why it seems like the walls are closing in Tell me why my hopes they're stretched far and thin Tell me why my dreams still struggle in this fight Tell me why every time I draw air but it feels so tight. Tell me why in this turmoil my heart does wallow Tell me why lifes' lessons by the heapfuls I choke to swallow Tell me why I'm somewhat free but then again I am not Tell me why I really do have but I haven't really got. Tell me why I try to sleep many a restless night Tell me why I am so afraid of many a fearful fright Tell me why I still feel the way I have felt before Tell me why I ask many questions which leaves me broken and sore. Tell me why so much emotions run amok within me Tell me why I look yet I do not really see Tell me why despondence is back; it's here to haunt Tell me why such uncertainties always beckons to taunt. Tell me why I want more but I am quite contented Tell me why I have to accept the path I've very much resented Tell me why I already know but I still keep on asking Tell me why it seems like the reasons are in every way lacking. Tell me why I feel so happy but in fact I am so sad Tell me why it all seems unfair but I have to be glad Tell me why I found love in the most unfortunate circumstance Tell me why to a mournful tune I am stuck in dance. Tell me why my heart feels engorged but I can't release it all Tell me why I am so scared but I would still want to fall Tell me why I feel you close when you're farther than far Tell me why it seems incredulous that we share the same star. Tell me why I long to give you more when I can't this instant Tell me why I can feel better but I seem so resistant Tell me why sometimes I look up and curse at my luck Tell me why I refuse to focus on courage that I really should pluck. Tell me why I lay in bed dreaming of a place far away Tell me why I find myself moping more and more each day Tell me why I chose to be naive and in fate I do give trust Tell me why time and time again it just gets ground to dust. Tell me why I feel so beaten and weak when I should be strong Tell me why I am so familiar in a place I don't belong Tell me why I have to live with a mask on my face Tell me why I feel like a marionette strung up by lace. Tell me why I dug deep when these words make me cry Tell me why the tears still trickle when my eyes are dry Tell me why I share this when I know you would feel bad Tell me why I would even spout the words that make you sad. Tell me why these painful wounds I didn't choose to lick Tell me why I didn't let them heal but instead I would pick Tell me why I feel as though I am quite addicted Tell me why it seems like I enjoy the dark I've inflicted. Tell me why sometimes I question, the things you see in me Tell me why you've said it many times but I don't really see Tell me why I haven't drifted far when I should've a while ago The reason is you; because you have chosen to love me.

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♡° ⊙ • ⊙ °♡ This place in my heart There... intimately aware Deep tenderness Imbued with illuminessence Moonflowers opening in the fullness of the Moon's light Tonight wrapped tight threads of fear Mama Pain too great to fight A ragged slice overflowing with hurt by unkind words thoughtlessly thrown my way Self inflicted pain when I doubt my inherent Knowledge and Strength I know this part of my heart that holds the wounded collections of me Keeping at bay the ache that lives within The Blessing is that Love surrounds Wraps around with Healing light Shining within to Hold The Power Allowing me respite from the Sacred Locket held in this place of My Heart ♡° ⊙ • ⊙ °♡ Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved related poems... http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1483839/19/ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1465555/knick-knacks/ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1181941/it-hurts/

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Apr 23, 2016

Apr 23, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC

ChristiMichaels

♡° ⊙ • ⊙ °♡ This place in my heart There... intimately aware Deep tenderness Imbued with illuminessence Moonflowers opening in the fullness of the Moon's light Tonight wrapped tight threads of fear Mama Pain too great to fight A ragged slice overflowing with hurt by unkind words thoughtlessly thrown my way Self inflicted pain when I doubt my inherent Knowledge and Strength I know this part of my heart that holds the wounded collections of me Keeping at bay the ache that lives within The Blessing is that Love surrounds Wraps around with Healing light Shining within to Hold The Power Allowing me respite from the Sacred Locket held in this place of My Heart ♡° ⊙ • ⊙ °♡ Copyright © 2016. Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved related poems... http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1483839/19/ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1465555/knick-knacks/ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1181941/it-hurts/

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My parents gave me a pink childhood framed with lace and luxury-- but a black stain has spread there, deep as the amount of time I’ve spent thinking about what people are capable of, and how they can stand hanging a mirror in every bathroom, because water cannot clean people of the lie they told their brother or the betrayal inflicted against their friend, some wrongs of which may never be realized, but will always remain in the form of a new freckle on my left cheek or shadow beneath my eye. And I am sorry, because I should have sooner heeded my mother’s words when she told me I was the moral compass grounding you stonedust streets. Your childhood resembled a light bulb broken before it tasted electricity, no one taught you North from South and how different the terrain may become when you find yourself in the mountains with only sandals on your feet. I had been that for you, and you told me as much every weekend we spent riding in the bed of my father’s pickup truck and shouting against wind-gusts that threatened to carry our voices away from one another-- I have sinced learned there are many ways to **** a person. I killed you when I stole your sense of direction like floorboards from beneath your cracked and bleeding feet, and allowed you to fall--who knows how far-- landing in a pile of skin-biting needles and leftover sediment, the very bottom of brown-glass bottles strewn across the floor. Staying would have saved you, I’m sure, and I’ll never forget that I turned away out of fear, cowardice, because I hated the sight of your skin-and-bone crowd, friends in name but not in heart, and left you lost among them, And you who knew no better remained, your humanity expelled with each smoke-laden breath and then evaporating, nonextant.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC

The Second Macbeth

My parents gave me a pink childhood framed with lace and luxury-- but a black stain has spread there, deep as the amount of time I’ve spent thinking about what people are capable of, and how they can stand hanging a mirror in every bathroom, because water cannot clean people of the lie they told their brother or the betrayal inflicted against their friend, some wrongs of which may never be realized, but will always remain in the form of a new freckle on my left cheek or shadow beneath my eye. And I am sorry, because I should have sooner heeded my mother’s words when she told me I was the moral compass grounding you stonedust streets. Your childhood resembled a light bulb broken before it tasted electricity, no one taught you North from South and how different the terrain may become when you find yourself in the mountains with only sandals on your feet. I had been that for you, and you told me as much every weekend we spent riding in the bed of my father’s pickup truck and shouting against wind-gusts that threatened to carry our voices away from one another-- I have sinced learned there are many ways to **** a person. I killed you when I stole your sense of direction like floorboards from beneath your cracked and bleeding feet, and allowed you to fall--who knows how far-- landing in a pile of skin-biting needles and leftover sediment, the very bottom of brown-glass bottles strewn across the floor. Staying would have saved you, I’m sure, and I’ll never forget that I turned away out of fear, cowardice, because I hated the sight of your skin-and-bone crowd, friends in name but not in heart, and left you lost among them, And you who knew no better remained, your humanity expelled with each smoke-laden breath and then evaporating, nonextant.

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He woke this morning Another night of her dreams He glanced into the mirror She’s not real it seems Society unknowingly accepts The image presented Unaware of the damage Being self-inflicted He hides her for fear of rejection She battles for her reflection. ____________________ Michelle Renee Milford Nov. 2014

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC

MichelleReneeMilford

He woke this morning Another night of her dreams He glanced into the mirror She’s not real it seems Society unknowingly accepts The image presented Unaware of the damage Being self-inflicted He hides her for fear of rejection She battles for her reflection. ____________________ Michelle Renee Milford Nov. 2014

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Benji...this is your conscience speaking... "You'll never be good enough for her, Who are you kidding? You aren't attractive enough, To obtain her love. What are you thinking boy...? Why are you trying to destroy everything left inside yourself. Do you want to be addicted to this drug? Better stop praying to the sky above... Get back up Benji, move a little faster or this storm is going to catch up with ya. I know you don't give a f**k, But you better start Or you'll end up back in that slump and this time...I'm not sure you'll get back up And pull yourself back out of that dump." Resurrect everything inside of my soul Reignite that light, that once shined Bring me back So I can fight, let me find That parts of me that I lost in the dark Give me the spark to restore life to my heart Just can't seem to get a grip People all around me Are gritting their teeth Waiting for my next slip Trying to anticipate my next trip That just ain't cool... Why don't you worry about yourself? I don't need your help. I've dealt with everything else on my own People catch me in public speaking to myself I'm just talking to the inner me trying to work out my inner being Haven't you ever been confused? Feeling self-accused, hurt and bruised. Resurrect everything inside of my soul Reignite that light, that once shined Bring me back So I can fight, let me find That parts of me that I lost in the dark Give me the spark to restore life to my heart "Benji look at you now... You crashed yourself into the ground You tried to rebound Back from the darkness of life You just drowned in the blackness inside You are losing parts of yourself Every time you're inflicted with pain Your soul melts You die a little more inside You're trying to ride this tide But you keep running out of time So you better decide If you're willing to climb This jagged cliff edge One last time." Resurrect everything inside of my soul Reignite that light, that once shined Bring me back So I can fight, let me find That parts of me that I lost in the dark Give me the spark to restore life to my heart ©2018 Written By Benji James

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC

On My Conscience

Benji...this is your conscience speaking... "You'll never be good enough for her, Who are you kidding? You aren't attractive enough, To obtain her love. What are you thinking boy...? Why are you trying to destroy everything left inside yourself. Do you want to be addicted to this drug? Better stop praying to the sky above... Get back up Benji, move a little faster or this storm is going to catch up with ya. I know you don't give a f**k, But you better start Or you'll end up back in that slump and this time...I'm not sure you'll get back up And pull yourself back out of that dump." Resurrect everything inside of my soul Reignite that light, that once shined Bring me back So I can fight, let me find That parts of me that I lost in the dark Give me the spark to restore life to my heart Just can't seem to get a grip People all around me Are gritting their teeth Waiting for my next slip Trying to anticipate my next trip That just ain't cool... Why don't you worry about yourself? I don't need your help. I've dealt with everything else on my own People catch me in public speaking to myself I'm just talking to the inner me trying to work out my inner being Haven't you ever been confused? Feeling self-accused, hurt and bruised. Resurrect everything inside of my soul Reignite that light, that once shined Bring me back So I can fight, let me find That parts of me that I lost in the dark Give me the spark to restore life to my heart "Benji look at you now... You crashed yourself into the ground You tried to rebound Back from the darkness of life You just drowned in the blackness inside You are losing parts of yourself Every time you're inflicted with pain Your soul melts You die a little more inside You're trying to ride this tide But you keep running out of time So you better decide If you're willing to climb This jagged cliff edge One last time." Resurrect everything inside of my soul Reignite that light, that once shined Bring me back So I can fight, let me find That parts of me that I lost in the dark Give me the spark to restore life to my heart ©2018 Written By Benji James

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Loneliness is a pain, Not the pain of a knife cutting through skin, sinews, muscles,and drawing blood. Not the pain of a tooth in your mouth throbbing and sending shocks of horrors through highways of swollen nerves.. Not a fatal pain of a dying cell being devoured by a cancerous growth that thrives on the death and the pain of the very cells that produces its been. Not the pain of the prisoner s body been tortured by men who see no wrong or feel no shame as they insert sharp hot instruments into natural and man made orifices in their captives helpless, hopeless bodies. Not the pain of age as the body's functions start their natural march towards unreliability , Hips, knees knuckles, elbows and all the other joints as they begin to slowly dry up and rub against each other like stones rolling down a hillside. Not the pain of hearts slowing, livers hardening,lungs wheezing like ripped accordians bellows . Not the pain of childbirth. Not the pain of accidents that show no fairness to the person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not the pain of self inflicted wounds that can fool you into thinking that that pain is the answer to your problems. Not the pain of the young healthy times when the body, and mind could accept it and overcome it Not the pain of hunger or thirst. Loneliness is the pain of the soul . Loneliness is the pain of dreams that are dreamt when your asleep and when you'r awake. Loneliness is the pain of memories . Some half forgotten some that are so clear you could almost touch them. Some you'd rather forget. Some you would spend the rest of your life reliving over and over again. Loneliness is the pain that at times can be part relieved momentarily through the bottom of a whiskey bottle or a point of a syringe filled with a concoction of juices from plants poisonous to both the body and the soul. Loneliness can never be cured by earthly things. Loneliness is a pain that can only find peace through a kinderd spirit. Pat Rooney 2013

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC

Loneliness is a Pain

Loneliness is a pain, Not the pain of a knife cutting through skin, sinews, muscles,and drawing blood. Not the pain of a tooth in your mouth throbbing and sending shocks of horrors through highways of swollen nerves.. Not a fatal pain of a dying cell being devoured by a cancerous growth that thrives on the death and the pain of the very cells that produces its been. Not the pain of the prisoner s body been tortured by men who see no wrong or feel no shame as they insert sharp hot instruments into natural and man made orifices in their captives helpless, hopeless bodies. Not the pain of age as the body's functions start their natural march towards unreliability , Hips, knees knuckles, elbows and all the other joints as they begin to slowly dry up and rub against each other like stones rolling down a hillside. Not the pain of hearts slowing, livers hardening,lungs wheezing like ripped accordians bellows . Not the pain of childbirth. Not the pain of accidents that show no fairness to the person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not the pain of self inflicted wounds that can fool you into thinking that that pain is the answer to your problems. Not the pain of the young healthy times when the body, and mind could accept it and overcome it Not the pain of hunger or thirst. Loneliness is the pain of the soul . Loneliness is the pain of dreams that are dreamt when your asleep and when you'r awake. Loneliness is the pain of memories . Some half forgotten some that are so clear you could almost touch them. Some you'd rather forget. Some you would spend the rest of your life reliving over and over again. Loneliness is the pain that at times can be part relieved momentarily through the bottom of a whiskey bottle or a point of a syringe filled with a concoction of juices from plants poisonous to both the body and the soul. Loneliness can never be cured by earthly things. Loneliness is a pain that can only find peace through a kinderd spirit. Pat Rooney 2013

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You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret. I can remember: Tears that I have shed. Lies that I have said. Pain I have inflicted. Oh how I feel conflicted. But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC

∞ when ∞ does ∞ it ∞ end ∞

You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret. I can remember: Tears that I have shed. Lies that I have said. Pain I have inflicted. Oh how I feel conflicted. But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.

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Sun up till sun down Trapped in a perpetual frown Moon comes then she goes Drops free fall from my nose Waking hours in the daylight Aimless motions; clumsy, puppet-like Waking hours in the night Uncomfortable in my own skin and psych Sleeplessness be my companion Restlessness be my actions Despondence be my demon Crest fallen be my reason Frantically sifting through my head Vertically upright or supine in bed Compartmentalising might be key To fend off self inflicted insanity Desperation hangs overhead; ripe and bruised Excuses upon excuses ridiculously overused Furiously typing before my mind curds Hopes of finding peace in these unspoken words

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC

Sun up till sun down Trapped in a perpetual frown Moon comes then she goes Drops free fall from my nose Waking hours in the daylight Aimless motions; clumsy, puppet-like Waking hours in the night Uncomfortable in my own skin and psych Sleeplessness be my companion Restlessness be my actions Despondence be my demon Crest fallen be my reason Frantically sifting through my head Vertically upright or supine in bed Compartmentalising might be key To fend off self inflicted insanity Desperation hangs overhead; ripe and bruised Excuses upon excuses ridiculously overused Furiously typing before my mind curds Hopes of finding peace in these unspoken words

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My father died from a gun shot wound to the head self-inflicted Don't get all weird about it. Fathers die and their passing though certain is rarely easy. So what can I say of this man so many years after his emphatic end? I can say what Whitman said of Lincoln: "O Captain, my Captain. Rise up and hear the bells." But he will not. He was ever-present wise and alert a boxer in life a fighter in every way. And I grew up with the gloves on quick elusive and thanks to him successful in every ring. He died ******* on a lit tobacco stick Emphysema was gonna take him down so he pulled his own trigger saved his family that way though that's a longer tale Therefore and whereas this is a belated requiem for a man I loved. My Captain. Dear and departed these many years may he rest in peace as he never rested in life.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC

My father died from a gun shot wound to the head self-inflicted Don't get all weird about it. Fathers die and their passing though certain is rarely easy. So what can I say of this man so many years after his emphatic end? I can say what Whitman said of Lincoln: "O Captain, my Captain. Rise up and hear the bells." But he will not. He was ever-present wise and alert a boxer in life a fighter in every way. And I grew up with the gloves on quick elusive and thanks to him successful in every ring. He died ******* on a lit tobacco stick Emphysema was gonna take him down so he pulled his own trigger saved his family that way though that's a longer tale Therefore and whereas this is a belated requiem for a man I loved. My Captain. Dear and departed these many years may he rest in peace as he never rested in life.

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dearer to me than my heart dearer to me than my soul and i bleed I lose with my heart and soul Inflicting pain, sorrows griefs -- endless remorse Once my homeland was pure it was freed from blood ****** insensitivity once my homeland was free of evil inhabitants sorrows multiplied a thousand fold gathered in pain-inflicted tears with lump in throats distant from your presence i cry-- for your loss On the rooftops of tragedies, my heart sink more like an orphan, an abandoned child my homeland bleeds i scream within i feel the abandonment dearer to me than my own voice dearer to me than my own eyes and i am silent I am blind losing my sight, losing my voice as my voice can't reflect the pain i feel my eyes can't cry any more reflecting ocean of deprived once my homeland was free of pain people were safe we running like rivers do not say it our country was a flesh in body now it is a dead body amongst many flesh forgotten the promises forgotten the true colors in the name of revenge, we humiliate humanity my intention is not to write poems in my soul, i embrace nights long this land absorbed wounds, tears blood, fights, and many martyrs who are forgotten my country is our hope we are growing in broken shadows this siege is waiting us to drown us in the middle of lonesome warrior nobody can feel in absence of love who are incapable to feel to take, to absorb love require us to cry, to embrace today our homeland is deprived abandoned, bleeding she is under siege as we forgotten to love we deprived her of her loyalty we deprived her of her love we deprived her of her true lovers My homeland I feel your pain in my heart I carry all with me

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC

dearer to me than my heart dearer to me than my soul and i bleed I lose with my heart and soul Inflicting pain, sorrows griefs -- endless remorse Once my homeland was pure it was freed from blood ****** insensitivity once my homeland was free of evil inhabitants sorrows multiplied a thousand fold gathered in pain-inflicted tears with lump in throats distant from your presence i cry-- for your loss On the rooftops of tragedies, my heart sink more like an orphan, an abandoned child my homeland bleeds i scream within i feel the abandonment dearer to me than my own voice dearer to me than my own eyes and i am silent I am blind losing my sight, losing my voice as my voice can't reflect the pain i feel my eyes can't cry any more reflecting ocean of deprived once my homeland was free of pain people were safe we running like rivers do not say it our country was a flesh in body now it is a dead body amongst many flesh forgotten the promises forgotten the true colors in the name of revenge, we humiliate humanity my intention is not to write poems in my soul, i embrace nights long this land absorbed wounds, tears blood, fights, and many martyrs who are forgotten my country is our hope we are growing in broken shadows this siege is waiting us to drown us in the middle of lonesome warrior nobody can feel in absence of love who are incapable to feel to take, to absorb love require us to cry, to embrace today our homeland is deprived abandoned, bleeding she is under siege as we forgotten to love we deprived her of her loyalty we deprived her of her love we deprived her of her true lovers My homeland I feel your pain in my heart I carry all with me

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Humans are demons to creatures With whom we inhabit the land. And the sea of course, We destroy their life source, No one is exempt from the wrath of man. How does it feel to be a monster? A plague on this fragile earth? That can't support our greed Or our irrelevant needs. Who are we to judge an animal's worth? To look into an animal's eyes And say our actions are justified Requires more denial Than is my style. I can't support the way they died. We treat animals like commodities. Use them for food, sport, game. It isn't quite right To crush them with our might. The way we treat them is a shame. So when you ask me Why I choose this life Maybe you'll see Animals should be free From the human inflicted strife.

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC

Humans are demons to creatures With whom we inhabit the land. And the sea of course, We destroy their life source, No one is exempt from the wrath of man. How does it feel to be a monster? A plague on this fragile earth? That can't support our greed Or our irrelevant needs. Who are we to judge an animal's worth? To look into an animal's eyes And say our actions are justified Requires more denial Than is my style. I can't support the way they died. We treat animals like commodities. Use them for food, sport, game. It isn't quite right To crush them with our might. The way we treat them is a shame. So when you ask me Why I choose this life Maybe you'll see Animals should be free From the human inflicted strife.

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The first in over sixty years The whooping cranes are living wild Now one young pair has laid an egg And, too, with luck, will raise their child They near Kissimmee were released Beating the odds, survived to breed A ray of hope they might increase And ***** the armor of human greed But cranes need water as do we As still we pump the wetlands dry Our chains of lakes sprout fat resorts The river of grass condemned to die Yet dare we dream we might reverse This harsh inflicted damage done Still apathy is our nation's curse Which battles none has ever won Today I cheer the whooping cranes Who still have hope that they might see Upon some far and distant day Their offspring's offspring flying free

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Oct 23, 2015

Oct 23, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC

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The Whooping Cranes

The first in over sixty years The whooping cranes are living wild Now one young pair has laid an egg And, too, with luck, will raise their child They near Kissimmee were released Beating the odds, survived to breed A ray of hope they might increase And ***** the armor of human greed But cranes need water as do we As still we pump the wetlands dry Our chains of lakes sprout fat resorts The river of grass condemned to die Yet dare we dream we might reverse This harsh inflicted damage done Still apathy is our nation's curse Which battles none has ever won Today I cheer the whooping cranes Who still have hope that they might see Upon some far and distant day Their offspring's offspring flying free

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I forgive you. For the pain you inflicted, for the nights I spent crying over you. For the insecurities you gave me, for the memories you lit on fire. For the mistakes you made that I apologized for. For the friendship you turned into a nightmare. For the nights I spent up wondering what was wrong with me, why I didn't seem to feel worth much to you. For the love you gave, and then the cold shoulder that followed. For the disbelief that laid tight in my chest like a fist. For the smoke that came from your lies, choking me, making me cough up excuses for how you treated me. For the good times times you make me regret. For the talks that meant everything, but mean nothing now. For the truths I'll never be sure were lies or not. For the distrust of love and people you helped instill in me. For saying you'd always be there, and then leaving. For the fact that I still care so much for your well being and pray for your happiness, even though I know you don't care if I'm alive or dead. But most of all I forgive you because you helped me realize that in life sometimes painful things happen and we cannot stay bitter. We must move on to better things, to brighter things, to better people, to brighter people. We must move on to heal, to finally see our worth, to understand that not everyone or everything I've lost was not a loss, just a lesson. To finally know what it feels like to be free of the pain, the bitterness, the resentment, the despair. To finally feel and know peace in such a hurtful situation. I forgive you. Not even for you, but for myself, and other people like me who have felt this before, and aren't yet ready to forgive for an apology they didn't truly feel they got.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC

I forgive you. For the pain you inflicted, for the nights I spent crying over you. For the insecurities you gave me, for the memories you lit on fire. For the mistakes you made that I apologized for. For the friendship you turned into a nightmare. For the nights I spent up wondering what was wrong with me, why I didn't seem to feel worth much to you. For the love you gave, and then the cold shoulder that followed. For the disbelief that laid tight in my chest like a fist. For the smoke that came from your lies, choking me, making me cough up excuses for how you treated me. For the good times times you make me regret. For the talks that meant everything, but mean nothing now. For the truths I'll never be sure were lies or not. For the distrust of love and people you helped instill in me. For saying you'd always be there, and then leaving. For the fact that I still care so much for your well being and pray for your happiness, even though I know you don't care if I'm alive or dead. But most of all I forgive you because you helped me realize that in life sometimes painful things happen and we cannot stay bitter. We must move on to better things, to brighter things, to better people, to brighter people. We must move on to heal, to finally see our worth, to understand that not everyone or everything I've lost was not a loss, just a lesson. To finally know what it feels like to be free of the pain, the bitterness, the resentment, the despair. To finally feel and know peace in such a hurtful situation. I forgive you. Not even for you, but for myself, and other people like me who have felt this before, and aren't yet ready to forgive for an apology they didn't truly feel they got.

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A beautiful lie inflicted by a beautiful liar that caused a beautiful pain

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC

Still Beautiful

A beautiful lie inflicted by a beautiful liar that caused a beautiful pain

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I could tell you more about the hurt inflicted into us by what we thought was love and to find it be an inevitable pain followed by tears that flow off the face and the guilt that maybe it was out fault. we NEVER get the love we deserve, manipulated and programmed the generational stigma to love one more than yourself and unfulfilling what we as the human race should've been instilled with was self love. too busy lost in the social media haze of losing yourself into everything that we forget to love ourselves forgetting we have to do that before we can truly love any one person.

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Nov 11, 2018

Nov 11, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC

Do we ever really get the love we deserve?

I could tell you more about the hurt inflicted into us by what we thought was love and to find it be an inevitable pain followed by tears that flow off the face and the guilt that maybe it was out fault. we NEVER get the love we deserve, manipulated and programmed the generational stigma to love one more than yourself and unfulfilling what we as the human race should've been instilled with was self love. too busy lost in the social media haze of losing yourself into everything that we forget to love ourselves forgetting we have to do that before we can truly love any one person.

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