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Effy Royle Nov 2015
Aries-
oh what have you done to deserve this?
so much hate in your heart for yourself
yet you were living a lie
I hope you're happy now

Taurus-
sweet child, what a pity that people can't help
but leave you
how many tears did you shed when he said
he didn't love you back?
I hope you find peace within yourself

Gemini-
I'm sorry he doesn't see you're the one
you're both stuck in this never ending
paradox where no one wins
don't change yourself just to please
the unpleasable
I hope you're whole again one day

Cancer-
you poor, tired soul. take a seat and look in the mirror for a change.
you are nothing if not beautiful.
please be kind to yourself
I hope you find happiness one day

Leo-
oh what a warrior you are. wartorn land and heart.
you're much more than your mistakes.
take a look at everyone around you.
I hope you realize you're not alone

Virgo-
my honey bear, my sweetie pie
your hands still shake when they call your name.
stop pretending you're okay.
there's nothing to be afraid of
I hope one day you find clarity

Libra-
you beautiful creature, how many times has someone failed to compliment you?
that number is in the negatives now and you're still on your high horse
get off for a second and ground yourself. it's only a matter of time.
I hope you forgive and forget

Scorpio-
my light, my dark, my everything in between
stop and smell the roses
can't you hear them singing for you?
your eyes always did make my heart stop
I hope you forget why you're hurting

Sagittarius-
baby bear cub, you sweet little thing
how many days have you been at sea? enough to not love them back
just remember where you came from
I hope your dreams come true

Capricorn-
my one true love affair, you're mighty small for someone who loves to talk
your nose freckles never seemed so prominent
I love your laugh, I love your cry
I hope you realize what you've done to me

Aquarius-
my life and my wannabe lover, you're drowning in regret
I can smell the whiskey on your breath
yet you're too drunk to see straight
I hope you remember who you are

Pisces-
my soulmate and best friend
I know you're still hurting
but open up for a change and let them know the real you
you can't sweep it under the rug forever
I hope you can be yourself
The spirit is dark.
Vile
We all have it in us
*unpleasable nature
Morgan Floyd Oct 2015
I've been told that i'm not fixable
That when I smile it's not believable
The human race is so unpleasable
I'm not sure what to do...
One day I will wake up and make a change,
And I won't let anything stop me.
One day I will put my family before everyone else,
And I won't push them aside to try to please unpleasable people.
One day I will stop being a doormat,
And I won't let anyone walk over me ever again.
One day I will break free from the curse of stress and worry,
And I won't question Gods provision.
One day I will realize I am not glued down,
And I won't have to stay 'stuck'.
One day I will live every day to the fullest.
And I won't waste it waiting impatiently for the future.
One day I will hear Gods voice speak loud,
And I won't have to question His plans for me.

One day can't come soon enough,
And I won't stop trying until it does.
Lexie Rose Apr 2020
“… also known as the skeleton flower, has white petals that turn translucent with rain. When dry, they revert to white.” – Wikipedia

They call it the skeleton flower;
its petals change from chalk
to crystal when it rains; melodic droplets
wash away the white, leaving transparent fingerprints.

12:01 p.m.
You showed me my reflection
in a funhouse mirror
and told me I was ugly.

You soaked me with your scorn;
I wilted and hoped you couldn’t see
through my skin.
I think I saw through yours.

My exposed arteries were empty, unfulfilled
because years ago I hid my dreams, only small
brown seeds, in a shoebox under my bed;
discarded to please the unpleasable.

I saw you, drenched and dropping drips;
you tried to sprinkle them off on others.  

So, I strung my tears on a necklace
to remind me never to treat anyone
the way you treated yourself. Then I took out
that old shoebox from under the bed;
I could feel my dreams rattling
as I took off the lid
little yellow hearts that I’d ripped from my core
burst from the seeds and I wound
them around my fingers like rings;

I’ve worn them ever since.

2:01 p.m.
I dried. My skin was a succulent white
and I promised, I would never let anyone,
tell me who I was again.
Inspired by David Lee’s “The Third Miracle.”

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