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Liddi Cristol Sep 2019
My biggest fear in life,
has unfolded before my eyes.

I feel so misunderstood,
they don't see the tears I've cried.

Their lack of grace and compassion have violently pushed against me,

So far they bend me.

With comments and rejection
revealing their own projections.

They just want the quick fix,
to return to their lives.

They want someone to blame,
so they can take a side.

But breakups are messy,
traumatising and dividing.

No matter the cause,
they will find their cause.

You can look at the surface,
what was said and what was done.

But it goes deeper than that,
your world is being undone.

You look to me for the answer,
for honesty and explanations.

But when I give it,
all you hear is justification.

That I possess no remorse,
that I have no compassion.

You want to see me burn,
regret all my actions.

But I won't.
I refuse to cower to power.

Every since I was little,
this was always my mantle.

I stand strong in the face
of the deepest adversity.

Amongst my friends, mentors and my community.

For all this time,
I know I've chosen love.

And I refuse to be mistreated, neglected and judged.

You can focus on how I handled it,
I'm still figuring it out.

Sure I messed up,
you used that as your out.

I'm just living my life,
you say that it's wrong.

You find fault in the fact that
I'm trying to move on.

You don't want to face it,
you just want to run.

It's undoing your security,
you're questioning your own.

You resent I might be right,
this kills you inside.

Then you'd have to face
the demons inside.

For once it consumes you,
that your life may be fake.

You won't be able to forget it,
you won't be able to escape.

You see me living happy,
authentic and free.

This makes you uncomfortable,
this isn't meant to be.

For you have a belief,
I am **** of the earth.

But I came out on top,
you attack my worth.

But I know I'm worthy of love,
this you can't take from me.

For it comes from above
and it comes from within me.

For people like me,
challenge people like you.

I inspire so many,
when you feel hatred and envy.

For those that pull me back and forth,
they try to keep me in mess I have caused.

They're not for me. In fact,
I'm convinced they're against me.

For if they loved me, they would forgive and accept my apology.

They'd see my heart.
I kept quiet to protect my privacy,
but also to protect the hearts of those around me.

For you didn't need to know,
details only brought pain.

Pride made you nosey,
now you're suffering from your gain.

Do not put this on me,
this was your call.

You cornered me,
It's now beyond my control.

Take responsibility,
stop blaming me for your issues.

We've barely spoken, how could I be responsible for you?

Stop looking to me, I'm not the source of your depression.

It's the people around you, your fear and suppression.

You don't want to admit it,
you're surrounded by evil.

They're only out for themselves and the proof is in front of you.

There's no patience, no self control or goodness.

There's no humility, no understanding or gentleness.

There's no faith, no respect or kindness.

This isn't love.
Don't play it off as righteousness.

Love seeks to understand,
to forgive and to restore.

Love is patient, it protects and removes all ego.

Love is all that matters.
The most powerful force in the universe.

Love is what I fight for and
I will lose it all, to find it.
André Morrison Nov 2014
Patterns of insanity
Echoing the same skewed concept in your twisted perception
Becoming more plausible with every succession
Infinitely decaying your common sense
Until there is a speck left of you
Rendering you unstable and inefficient
The gravity of your grief; your inner disarray
Crushes those around and close to you
Leaving thee, secluded, fragile and vulnerable
All that's left is for someone to light the tinderbox
And the blaze shall come erupting out
Truly creating agony for those you desire
Infinitely scorching and traumatising them psychologically
Even worse, resulting you, to exhaust the last of your philosophy
The darkness has, beyond steadily seeped in
The conclusive ray of light, has undoubtedly vanished
For all eternity
By this time 2019 the onslaught had begun..
devastating attack on mankind not carried out by guns..
just a virus, tiny yet deadly ravaging the world..
not an equal monster in decades, Covid-19 it was called.

mysteriously crept into our world, inexplicable origin..
lurking around rails, trails and air just to gain entry..
wrecking down all systems immune, nervous and circulatory..
sniffles life out of victims at the early stages, men was scary.

left us so terrified  in our towns and in our cities..
grounded and brought to a halt economic activities..
built up a partition of no solid material..
amongst us all, rich, poor and even the influential.

Once crowded streets in its wake were lonely and desserted..
nice playground activities and symposiums neglected..
for the dread of the global monsterous virus..
oh! no! never again we hope we beat the virus.

It took from us loved ones both promising and elderly..
frightening mode of operation, collapsing the lungs steadily..
trailing wails world all over from the healthcare facilities..
universal pandemonium, we were overwhelmed seemingly.

Emotionally traumatising was the unpleasant experience..
of watching its victims gasping in the midst of abundance..
I cried like many many others seeing a menace to existence..
and all we did was pray for return of peaceful ambience.

till date still place a limit on human interactions..
medical practitioners working their ***** off..
to get a cure for it although now there's vaccination..
was an era in human history, covid-19 what a distraction!
Genie Dec 2017
I’ve lost the bond of a loved one during the journey of finding myself.
I only have myself when I’m not fitting in.
How I’m not giving in to what’s socially acceptable or the traditions when there’s only so much I can give.
I’ve always been an observer but as a child I kept expressions in.
Putting on a stoic face as my depression grows within.
I thought of this just as temporary but then the approach begins again so once again I’m just a kid.
Yearning for that old relationship with my mother and the comfort of a home.
But I'm too different from the rest so I come off as complicated, I’m alone for not being a clone.
Can't find happiness of my own,
I've never felt so obligated.
My mind never focuses on that.
Not merely since everything in my environment has my mind on different paths but never fulfilling anything.
Never accomplishing what I go after, how I drop everything I pick up.
My failures seems to come back to back from one another playing *** for tat.
Most things that come to me never last.
Unless it's a dark mass or anything traumatising I'm trying to get passed.
Feels like everything in this world is robbing me but I always see it coming, it's unmasked.
Born Apr 2015
Loool,***
Haha haha
I can't breath
what a joke

write me a whaaaat?
you must be insane

I wrote you a freaking journal
how you reaped my heart and jumped on it
c'mon babes you forgot that already

okey let's try this again
remember the pressure you gave me
the dramas
seeing you was traumatising
loving you was, is and will always be
the hardest thing I've ever done

so yeah
I wrote you a poem
just one poem
but I couldn't finish it
the pen rebelled
the ink stopped flowing
my hands trembled
and my heart pounded fiercely
the words were too heavy
so they remain stuck on my throat
Realeboga M May 2015
...
I don't understand why I'd come here.
But they told me to lighten up, to live but they don't understand.
They just don't get it.
I look up to see the fire dance,
With a sense of freedom in its own little cage,
Filled with so much rage, yet portrays such a beautiful rhythm.
I see a boy across me,looking at me,
His eyes flashing with emotions, each trying to get the bigger spot,
Pain, Sadness, Confusion, Guilt all thrashing in on him.
I see him gulp his alcohol burning his throat and he looks to me.
In his eyes, dare I say it...
I see hope.
I guess it's true what they say.
As I see a traumatising story surge through his eyes to mine.
I wonder, Does the Broken only Understand the broken?
I give him a faint smile and wave.
You're words mean nothing
You're actions mean nothing
You're aniexty means nothing
You're pain means nothing
You're stress means nothing
You're feelings mean nothing.

You're soul is empty
You're love is untrue
You're vision is blurred
You're heart is black
You're touch is sickly
You're breath is disturbing
You're name is traumatising

The day you stuck the knife in further,  I decided I wouldn't let you win.
The day you stuck the knife in further I realised you didn't care.
The day you stuck the knife in deeper I realised you're evil.

We will end this, I will be free from you.
Dead lover Dec 2020
Traumatising childhood,
Inexplicable Youth.
fariha Sep 2022
i spent my childhood, like a teenager,
and i spent my adolescent years,
behaving like an adult,
and i tried to go back to my childhood,
i realise there’s nothing,
i realise i don’t remember anything,
i even force the feeling,
to actually feel something,
but- i don’t feel anything?
how is it possible,
that i’ve grown so fast,
but left ‘myself’ behind,
with tattered mind,
and shattered timeline,
alongside the traumatising lifeline.

reach me, my inner child,
let me return your hugs and pat your back when you cries,
and listen to what you have to say,
reach me,
inner child.
Cox Aug 2020
How easy it is to become a poet, when something traumatising attacks at our hearts.
How easy it is to write these words and feelings, but to never speak them aloud.
My battle scars,
They aren’t for show,
They aren’t for gossip.
They are MY reminder,
A reminder of how strong I am.

Most days were ****** and traumatising,
I lost those battles.
Others were full of victory and recovery,
I won those battles.

Each little scar has a story behind,
Those stories define me as a person.
A person who suffered and lost,
But now is beginning to build back up.

Each day the battles got harder to win,
At that point my head had given up,
I wanted to throw my life in the bin,
Forget about the torture and humiliation.

Until a beautiful human being walked into my life,
He taught me that giving up is selfish,
He gave me motivation to push through,
To show others I’m not collateral damage.

I will proudly show that this beautiful human being is mine,
Someone I am grateful for,
Someone I will love and cherish everyday,
Someone I am not afraid to show others I love.

— The End —