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First, above all else; I hope you are well.
I hope you are happy
And cared for
And maybe even loved
The way I was meant to love you
The way I wanted to love you
The way I would have loved you
You know, I wrote a poem about Tuesday’s once upon a time
It wasn’t a happy poem
It wasn’t a sad poem either
If anything it was a disgruntled poem
A poem about how Tuesday’s are the worst day of the week
They're those who are screeming to be heard
And many even dreaming to no longer be abhorred
Wishing if only someone would stop or pause, to eventually understand them
What have we done in this life?
How many marvels can we claim?
If none, then why, but if not then, how?
Would we even know it if we did?
How many people have I helped?
How many more have I hurt?
My darling,
You make broken look beautiful.
And tears look like crowns.
The shards of your heart.
Are a weapon, no doubt.
You don't have to protect it.
Muscle battered and torn.
Art is Inspiring
By Ashley Rissmiller
Art is inspiring!
Art flows from the creative mind.
The poet…
The painter…
The dancer…
The musician…
The actor…
The dreamer…
The girl with silky smooth hair
The girl with a messy bun
The girl with no hair at all
She is in all of us
The girl with designer clothes
The girl who wears hand me downs
You were wildfire.
Someone lit you and left you to burn.
So when i came along,
Your ashes and flaming embers,
landed upon my skin and ignited me.
Your smoke wafted into my lungs
I loved her, she said I convinced
Her otherwise
That broke my heart
Was she my sweetheart?
I’m not sure..
Do I still love her now?
Of course I do, but I was a fool
Boy joy I love you all
Haters losers and bald headed dolls
Sexy maxi taco won't melt
Caughing in my coffin I must have benched
Swing around da posy all these hoses nosy
Did you see her?
Did you admire her?
Did think that she notices you?
Did you believe that she loved true?
If that happened, you'd be considered the hero
Step up to the mic
Testing one, two, three
Center stage everyone
Wait, but there are no people to see
All of a sudden a voice is heard
“Look around my dear”
So I do, I see nothing, so I reply
Love is a sin for the ones who enjoys pain.
Constant boxed up emotions like a presents that`s locked and sealed
they say follow your heart
but i dont know which piece to follow
im trapped in this cage that you left me in
i heard you found someone new
her name is chloe is that right?
What if dying isn't deathIf when we leave this world…
The weight of it is simply off our chest
When we take that final breath
I am thankful for the breath in my lungs.
The fact that I am alive.
I have lived 17 years and still have many left.
I am thankful that I am still living...that the suicide attempts were failures.
To whom it may concern:
No one knows your name.
And why should they?
What have you done in life
to earn respect, love, to
make your mark?
Nothing.
And you never will.
Because I loved you, I felt worthless
Because I loved you, I saw myself surrounded by darkness when you were supposed to be my light
Because I loved you, I saw blood on my hands instead of your fingers between mine
I love you.
I love the way I hurt all the time.
I love the way you make me feel like breaking down.
I love it when you say you love me, but don’t show me.
Because I loved you
I thought she didn’t matter.
Her feelings weren’t real,
It was just you and me.
When you left me strained
In an unfamiliar train station
I was scared.
Laughter is all I hear.
I hear the cruel whispers as I walk down the hall.
I can hear you.
I can hear their silent voices, smirking at the girl who walks -
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so sick! When I was young, I had no idea, I would be sick, all I knew, is I wanted to be playing SUE and BETTY With my sister LOL the grown-up game, when I was nine.
Not a word they saidUnspoken words hung aboutPain inside but smiling withoutShe said goodnightAnd away she wentHe asked her to stayTo explain why she leftBut inside she was simply falling apartFeeling nothing is not what they sayNothing is so much
You always smile
You manage to push out a laugh
Your green eyes never hold hate in them
Your goal was to always make people smile
You made my world a better place
Me I fought all the people who tired to help
This poem isn't about depression.This poem isn't about a confession.This isn't a sad poem.This isn't another one of my Ho hums.
To be perish from existents
The memory will be held in morbid
As the day goes by it became like the widow of the window
Everyday gone by it felt like I was on fire
Burning my soul away, only to suffer
the words just flowed
out of me
around me so real I could actually see
the words that came from inside me
not good, not great, not even okay
but still a part of me
that demands to be seen
false
too confused to know the truth
lost
but what was lost, was it you?
who I don't recognize
when did I lose you
was it when you shouted?
or when you laughed?
"The girl that on one sees
A season she can't control
Pent up emotion she cannot free
This time it's taking it's toll
Down on bended knee
Not freely these tears roll
The breaking burning plea
"Thought she was alone
And still she prayed
Her hurt reached further than her bones
And still she stayed
Her mind can't handle control
Instead she gave
Through Him her love would reach a world
Upon a golden hill
Sat a golden bird
With a golden wing
Did it cry ‘bout the pain a
Broken wing’ll bring
Upon the 7th noon
Of the 7th month
Sat a fair young man.
A little seed planted
Trying to find its way
A seed taken for granted
Lost, alone, led astray
Now comes the Gardener
To reap what He has sown
A Gardener with a purpose
A boulder lying over your entire existence
leaving an impression
impression, indentions from scars
scars from giving in after trying so hard
hard to breathe under the weight on your shoulders
Accorfing to my makers, my mom and my dad,
I am a blessing,most beautifully made
They asked God for me and their dream came true.
A little girl that was all they wanted.
I am flawless because i am forgiven
Washed to purity
By love that wrote eternity
A sinner declared saved
I will never be betrayed
I am loved by Him
And when I fail He forgives again
My mind is sense, it keeps me safe.
My heart is passion, it beats it breaks.
My mind and heart are always challenged
My heart and mind are never balanced.
My mind “thinks” and “ticks” and makes its lists
I met some folks at work today.
It was my first day at the job.
A fellow staff gave me some keys
Then turned to fill out paperwork.
Now I can unlock chemicals,
But how can I unlock a heart?
What I Would Change
An Original Poem by Julianne Kuzmanovic
There’s a lot in this world
That just needs fixin’!
The economies, the governments, their laws,
I am beautiful.
I am bold.
I am powerful.
I am courageous.
Why?
I don't deserve these adjectives.
I am not always them.
I am weak.
I have issues.
I don't belong here.
My quote is from the song “Coming Down” written by the hard rock band Five Finger Death Punch.
Theres a reflection,
one you cant stand,
when people see you all they can say is
ugly, fat, waste, liar,fake
but they are wrong,
put down the razor,
Can you not see your beauty?
I smile in the mirror,
I see something wrong.
I have pimples,
My hair is damaged,
My mouth is too long.
I say to myself:
You're ugly,
You're not loved.
But I heard much different,
It hurts so badCause all I wantIs to be loved
My heart is breakingAnd I move awayBecause I can't take this...
Can I have one more kiss?
Praying, Bible reading, being with a friend
Enjoying family, going to church with a God that has no end
Riding a horse, enjoying the barn
Managing a garden north of the farm
Watching a sunrise and sunset bloom
My daughter,
I created you perfectly the way you are
Why are you trying to change that?
I made you blonde,
Not brunette,
I gave you blue eyes,
Not green
The roads are dark, lost in direction.
No way to turn, my path is lost--
I can’t see, where is the Light?
Turn right, turn left, I do not know?
Wherever I go, I cannot see.
My heart pounds, it’s so dark!
The ring glistened in the light above/ telling all just how to love/ once just meant for show and fashion/now presents this love and passion// The woman owning this precious ring/ was quite big into helping/ a caring heart for all she sees/ an op
The words unspoken between me and you, They have the same depth as a city pool. I wait and wait as time flies bye, Thinking about a life full of memories that you left behind.
I been hated, I been loved but most of all i been hurt.
I have felt the sting of hate the embrace of love and the burn of heartache.
The pain that last an eternity and feels like a knife.
A mirage upon the endless sands
The heat whispering for you to sleep
Your body slows to the movement of the timid wind
The will to survive has vanished like the waters
as i look upon my heart
i notice all the deviations
some of which were mine to start
others were miscreated
Watching the sunset
And I began to feel empty, ...
tortured and drained and even a bit of envy.
Tears well in my eyes
And I can no longer control
these emotions that have been put on hold.
My paradise
My sanctuary
My place of saving
When all else is lost
A confusing mess
An sweet escape
From the brainwashing
And self-harm
The confusion I feel
When you make me feel
To travel alone,
Through a lonely desert.
Everywhere you look,
Dunes of sand.
No one to share your company,
No one to stand by your side.
Tis a lonely world, this world can be.
From the birth
One was looked at as unusual weird, not normal
But why the eye deceives one to judge
Not of what you know but of what you see
Its hard when your trying to be
Not like he or she
But to be you
