"responsibilites" poems

We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC

wordwebber

Voice against female foeticide.

We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)

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your tunic pupils extractions from the sky encircle all that which lays in your deepest masculine eyelashes Im enthralled with your profile meager looks of hearts dispelled onto something greater than life in its most simplest form you represent everything natural extracted from the very womb of earth I am lost in my own thoughts of my responsibilites as a woman of culture and as an artist will I forgive myself for touching your wounds maybe not your judgment passes me as a frail child looks upon his guardian no I am not that I cant be yes yes I need these little things that make us move with what you say love love I do agree I nod my head in acceptence awfully to these things I can never posess I will speak to you in these matters harshly you see sometimes I come off as too intense too ****** at times I will make you forget that I contain any kind of beauty I have a holocaust in my heart somewhere in its driven corners and a black plague forfiting casting spells to hearts somewhere in my eyes I have sold many goodbyes ignored many whys and kept many standbys black I watched these skies turn red I watched these thighs burn and just as quickly turn pale with an execution that very well lasts a year sometimes I want to be yours but the sun and the moon cannot live side by side and neither could our two seperate cores the ****** and the sores sleeping somewhere under the beds of these bookstores you see I want to be yours but Im afraid I have been burnt single due to my wars

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Nov 30, 2010

Nov 30, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC

midnight-prague

ever before

your tunic pupils extractions from the sky encircle all that which lays in your deepest masculine eyelashes Im enthralled with your profile meager looks of hearts dispelled onto something greater than life in its most simplest form you represent everything natural extracted from the very womb of earth I am lost in my own thoughts of my responsibilites as a woman of culture and as an artist will I forgive myself for touching your wounds maybe not your judgment passes me as a frail child looks upon his guardian no I am not that I cant be yes yes I need these little things that make us move with what you say love love I do agree I nod my head in acceptence awfully to these things I can never posess I will speak to you in these matters harshly you see sometimes I come off as too intense too ****** at times I will make you forget that I contain any kind of beauty I have a holocaust in my heart somewhere in its driven corners and a black plague forfiting casting spells to hearts somewhere in my eyes I have sold many goodbyes ignored many whys and kept many standbys black I watched these skies turn red I watched these thighs burn and just as quickly turn pale with an execution that very well lasts a year sometimes I want to be yours but the sun and the moon cannot live side by side and neither could our two seperate cores the ****** and the sores sleeping somewhere under the beds of these bookstores you see I want to be yours but Im afraid I have been burnt single due to my wars

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We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)

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Dec 31, 2013

Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC

wordwebber

Voice against female foeticide.

We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)

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Metal through wood And diamond through stone I walk this path on my own No hands to hold No lips to touch I break my heart just to feel the rush Feet are throbing but I walk alone Loss of the days when I used to moan Chin upward so I don't feel the sting I've broken us but not everything Arrow through skin And cement through glass I talk to myself as a way to get past No eyes to watch No body to warm I snap my bones as a way to transform Muscles ache but I push against limits Now days move in seconds rather than minutes Smile stronger so they see and believe You are not the only thing that I need Fire through paper And knife through water I breathe a different air to reduce the slaughter No words to reach No heart to keep I puncture a hole in the lungs of my responsibilites Taking in carbon monoixde without taste Searching for meaning so I'm not a waste Stand a little taller than I did before Pretending I can achieve a life that's so much more Teeth through plastic And hand through chest I feel destroyed rather than blessed.

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Mar 1, 2014

Mar 1, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC

e-hartwig

Pathways

Metal through wood And diamond through stone I walk this path on my own No hands to hold No lips to touch I break my heart just to feel the rush Feet are throbing but I walk alone Loss of the days when I used to moan Chin upward so I don't feel the sting I've broken us but not everything Arrow through skin And cement through glass I talk to myself as a way to get past No eyes to watch No body to warm I snap my bones as a way to transform Muscles ache but I push against limits Now days move in seconds rather than minutes Smile stronger so they see and believe You are not the only thing that I need Fire through paper And knife through water I breathe a different air to reduce the slaughter No words to reach No heart to keep I puncture a hole in the lungs of my responsibilites Taking in carbon monoixde without taste Searching for meaning so I'm not a waste Stand a little taller than I did before Pretending I can achieve a life that's so much more Teeth through plastic And hand through chest I feel destroyed rather than blessed.

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so one last toast to the good times the last time we can unwind i sometimes wish i can rewind back to those days back when we used to run away you used to hid in this bale of hay and we would wonder where'd you go that was so long ago and now you're all grown up with all those responsibilites livin it up in that big ol' city do you still remember all the good times all the fun we had with the boys remembering those still brings me joy guess it's too late to be regretful guess it's too late to say i love you and now that you're gone and as i write this song i hope you're happy i really do i hope you're happy happier than we ever were

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC

lakebh99

time

so one last toast to the good times the last time we can unwind i sometimes wish i can rewind back to those days back when we used to run away you used to hid in this bale of hay and we would wonder where'd you go that was so long ago and now you're all grown up with all those responsibilites livin it up in that big ol' city do you still remember all the good times all the fun we had with the boys remembering those still brings me joy guess it's too late to be regretful guess it's too late to say i love you and now that you're gone and as i write this song i hope you're happy i really do i hope you're happy happier than we ever were

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I thought it was mumbled confessions and whispers of regret, I thought it was about liability and responsibilites, I thought it was painful and angry but being poised enough to not let it show. Nobody told me it was loud and unconditional and would make me feel like there's no air around me but in a good way, Nobody told me it was about honesty and loyalty and commitment and want and lust and yearning to be a better person so I can be the best me for my best person, Nobody told me it was gonna feel like I'm gonna explode because im so passionate, or that problems seize to exist when when I wedge my head into the warm crevis between his chest and chin and he won't even let me wipe my own tears, and I don't take pills anymore because he waits to fall asleep until I've fallen asleep, And I feel like the world is at my fingertips when he giggles at me and says my eyes are shimmering when really i just won't shut up about something important to me but it's actually irrelevant. Nobody told me it was magical and nobody mentioned love would save me.

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Jun 11, 2016

Jun 11, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC

Jessicaapril

Perception

I thought it was mumbled confessions and whispers of regret, I thought it was about liability and responsibilites, I thought it was painful and angry but being poised enough to not let it show. Nobody told me it was loud and unconditional and would make me feel like there's no air around me but in a good way, Nobody told me it was about honesty and loyalty and commitment and want and lust and yearning to be a better person so I can be the best me for my best person, Nobody told me it was gonna feel like I'm gonna explode because im so passionate, or that problems seize to exist when when I wedge my head into the warm crevis between his chest and chin and he won't even let me wipe my own tears, and I don't take pills anymore because he waits to fall asleep until I've fallen asleep, And I feel like the world is at my fingertips when he giggles at me and says my eyes are shimmering when really i just won't shut up about something important to me but it's actually irrelevant. Nobody told me it was magical and nobody mentioned love would save me.

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Embracing my pain🖤 [I always wondered what it was to be cared, loved and be petted. I grew up in disgrace, scolded and treated unwell. I was blackmailed, bullied and forced beyond my limits.] The childhood which was sweet for everyone was not for me! Neither appreciated nor saw me as a young girl. All I was a trash. I really feel guilt and was I burden always. Why did you give me birth in this earth? As days passed by, I was not recognised by any one. I felt I was a shadow submerged in this dark. I had no value, and felt like an extra. Sometimes thought I should have made a full stop long back. To me childhood was full of responsibilites. Why did not god gift me with love but pain, no smiles but fakes and at last a life when i didn't ask an one??? Responsibilites and priorities snatched my years of joy till now! I don't know what its to be a kid nor to be loved by. I always gave but not got anything in turn neither did I expect cause love can be also one side. But, all I can feel as days flew by was nothing but emptiness, numbness, no emotion, simply pain but covering them with a fake smile so ppl around me don't get hurt! Sleepless nights, but no one knows why pillows are stained, sometimes neither I do. No one knows, how I plead for love, but is forced to act not and strong always. No one knows how my mood swings but called rude cause I don't wanna hurt anyone at that moment! No one tries to know cause they think I am cool and my life is perfect which I pretend the most. Now days are getting slower and nights longer. I don't know where I belong. I feel like nothing. Though people love me, I am scared to trust, that I neglect them and move afar so they wont be hurt because of me. My heart is into pieces and I know that I can still pretend stronger and fine. Why, where and how did I come to this miserable world which should have been so simple. Can no one hear the silent cries Or is this the fate of us. I am being a ghost alive and the shadows so deep in me are leaving behind. Even I don't know who I am/ for I am suppressed and not moulded, for I am snatched and did not live. Maybe the curse of birth is the cause and its ok cause its not ok! Why me? When all i did and still do is place rest of the people first before me. Why me? Cared to fix people heart from my own flesh Why me? Thought people were true when they just used and manipulated me Why me? When my childhood was a grave but still choosing to find peace. Yes, I lost my HOPE. And the desire to LIVE. Just breathing, for the sake of my family ~Varsha Srinivasan 🖤

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Nov 3, 2024

Nov 3, 2024 at 2:11 AM UTC

__Heart_Stories__

EMBRACING MY PAIN🫀

Embracing my pain🖤 [I always wondered what it was to be cared, loved and be petted. I grew up in disgrace, scolded and treated unwell. I was blackmailed, bullied and forced beyond my limits.] The childhood which was sweet for everyone was not for me! Neither appreciated nor saw me as a young girl. All I was a trash. I really feel guilt and was I burden always. Why did you give me birth in this earth? As days passed by, I was not recognised by any one. I felt I was a shadow submerged in this dark. I had no value, and felt like an extra. Sometimes thought I should have made a full stop long back. To me childhood was full of responsibilites. Why did not god gift me with love but pain, no smiles but fakes and at last a life when i didn't ask an one??? Responsibilites and priorities snatched my years of joy till now! I don't know what its to be a kid nor to be loved by. I always gave but not got anything in turn neither did I expect cause love can be also one side. But, all I can feel as days flew by was nothing but emptiness, numbness, no emotion, simply pain but covering them with a fake smile so ppl around me don't get hurt! Sleepless nights, but no one knows why pillows are stained, sometimes neither I do. No one knows, how I plead for love, but is forced to act not and strong always. No one knows how my mood swings but called rude cause I don't wanna hurt anyone at that moment! No one tries to know cause they think I am cool and my life is perfect which I pretend the most. Now days are getting slower and nights longer. I don't know where I belong. I feel like nothing. Though people love me, I am scared to trust, that I neglect them and move afar so they wont be hurt because of me. My heart is into pieces and I know that I can still pretend stronger and fine. Why, where and how did I come to this miserable world which should have been so simple. Can no one hear the silent cries Or is this the fate of us. I am being a ghost alive and the shadows so deep in me are leaving behind. Even I don't know who I am/ for I am suppressed and not moulded, for I am snatched and did not live. Maybe the curse of birth is the cause and its ok cause its not ok! Why me? When all i did and still do is place rest of the people first before me. Why me? Cared to fix people heart from my own flesh Why me? Thought people were true when they just used and manipulated me Why me? When my childhood was a grave but still choosing to find peace. Yes, I lost my HOPE. And the desire to LIVE. Just breathing, for the sake of my family ~Varsha Srinivasan 🖤

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I apologize. I’m sorry that all of your responsibilites Are washing over you, Pushing you into a worrysome bout of aggravation. I’m sorry thar you don’t feel you’re parenting well, Not keeping me satisfied 100 percent of the time I’m sorry that i’m so much to handle, Adding onto the unbearable weights you carry. I’m sorry that you feel meaningless When you’re my world, My inseperable half. And most importantly, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to help you.

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC

cj-tims

Apologies to a father

I apologize. I’m sorry that all of your responsibilites Are washing over you, Pushing you into a worrysome bout of aggravation. I’m sorry thar you don’t feel you’re parenting well, Not keeping me satisfied 100 percent of the time I’m sorry that i’m so much to handle, Adding onto the unbearable weights you carry. I’m sorry that you feel meaningless When you’re my world, My inseperable half. And most importantly, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to help you.

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