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Loving you was everything I thought it would be
And so much more than I could have imagined
Loving you was canceling plans to spend time with you
If I’m being honest,
I’m not sure I’m strong enough.
We write poems and songs and stories
To convince ourselves to let go
To move on
That something better will come along
Each breakup is empowering
The wounded healer is a savor who only want to help for her sins.
The wounded healer is strong minded but we train it to be passive.
I've never been a man to stand tall...
I've never been the man to call...
The voices; I'll kill them all...
Waiting for the sky to fall...
There was something about that day,
There's been ample bloodshed,
There's been plenty of death.
They've had enough pillage,
They've had enough breath.
They've taken my childhood,
One I didn't get the chance to know.
I remember the nightmare–
No, the February afternoon–
When the garden shifted for what we dream could be the last time
It was impossible to watch such a disgusting tragedy
But our eyes were clawed open
every once in a while
i am greeted by the beauty
of the Earth.
beauty in its rawest form,
a never-ending light.
the fire of the Earth
Dear TBD,
I need some time.
But-
You’ll ask why and I dont know how to tell you
Its you.
Time.
That is the spell keeping me standing here.
But-
I’m not sure how to fix this.
Dear past me,
He told you, so you thought
“I'm not good enough”
She said so, so you thought
“I look too fat in this dress”
No one ever falls on purpose,
I knew you were no good for me,
but I ignored what was under the surface.
I was told you were a flirt, but that is what reeled me in.
You acted intrested, so I put up my guard again.
Created for relationship - that's what they say.
Severely precious.
Always enough.
Captivating.
Longed for.
Loved.
Fought for.
Full of potential.
Bought at the highest price.
I used to believe the evil
I had no reason to fly
I did not believe that i had wings
Someone tucked them in deep
I am convinced the plan was never for them to be found
I used to believe the ohana
Many lives abruptly taken
Leaving the world crushed and aching
Driven by a corrupt ideology
Or just a psychotic philosophy
Their actions bare an unforgivable cost
For all groups whom felt the lost
//Colours//
The touch of a lover
The brilliance of colour
Oh, tell me how it feels
To know that she calls
You hers?
You said to me,
“She’s only trying
Some days I long to be like the ocean
Gently drifting in a world of deep blue
And exotic life forms.
The crest of my waves protect me from the terrors of hate
And even at low tide
I am still loved.
It's Enough
Just to swim
In the deepness
Of the Sea
It's Enough
Just to twist
As I'm unlocked
With a Key
It's Enough
Just to have
Your eyes gaze
Down on Me
This is how it goes:
You are yellow
you know most
embrace the color
your small eyes.
But I am not!
I am more than that!
I have eyes, yes! So do you!
Curvy, skinny, thin, or fat.
What should I wear, should I eat that?
Should I talk slower, should I walk faster
Am I too talkative?
Should I shut up?
In sunshine or rainIn pleasure or pain
In trial or triumphYou are my Godand You are enough.
You make the day,and end the night,Thank you Lordfor my religious rite.
Do you think its ok
to keep trying
even though you are not
good enough
Do you think that
its ok to keep going
even though you have tried hard
but still have tasted defeat
she barely drank the poison, barely tasted it at all.
she walked home a little dizzy, suprised she didnt fall.
she snuck through her window, afraid to just walk in the door.
The knowing of time not being long enough-
We waste it with our assumptions of its endlessness.
We assume theres enough,
That there will always be tomorrow.
For those with a tomorrow,
That never comes,
Sometimes the cloud makes it hard to think
There are thoughts rushing through my mind
People telling me who I should be
What I should wear
How I should look
I think I'm not good enough
Growing up an obese child
Feeling alienated by peers
mind was running wild
heart breaking through the years
being told I had a pretty face
Getting affection was really rough
I bottled all my tears to save for rainy days
I put my bad thoughts in a box and sent it into space
I framed all my smiles and kept them on display
I bagged up all my feelings and threw them all away
What do you do when the words “it’s okay,”
just simply aren’t true?
What can be done when the body aches against the phrase,
stomach tied tight in webs like spiders,
tongue standing still like a silent statue?
why cant i be enough, turned asied like a stray i cry why arent i enough. he stands over me tall with hes head held high no hesitation just pride.
there's never enough time
enough time
it's always running out
running
running out
the clock
ticking
ticking
ticking
pulsing
surging
Rushing
I'm always Rushing
What the hell is wrong with you?Don’t you know I’m beaten and blue?Leave me alone.I’ve done nothing to you.
Here's one from several months back:
Weighed down by the mistakes of my past
A pebble, a rock, a mountain on my shoulders
At first I ran, regrets like quicksand sucking at my feet
Tell me about how the end of the world
Tell me about how much we have been fighting for.
Should I hold on to the ideas of how I wanted to save this world by myself?
Enough already I've had enough
If you knew what I went through
You wouldn't think you're so tough
Enough already
Enough
I miss the days where we could be carefree. No bills. No anger of any real sort. No stress. No money to worry about managing. But that was a world we lived in as children. Young and unaware of the World's true colors.
is i love you enough
is i miss you enough
are words enough
are we enough
is love enough
is life enough
am i enough
I’m giving up
So sorry
I just can’t anymore
I can’t keep trying so hard for naught
And I can’t waste my time
I’m giving up happiness
Because nobody gives a fuck about mine
So why should I?
Don't linger in your reverie so long
Inside you hear that familiar voice
Only keeping yourself holding on
To the idea that you don't have a choice
In what you're worth, what you offer
Dear Mrs. _____,
You think because I’m quite I have no voice.
You confuse my shy demeanor for submission.
You confuse my respect for cowardice.
You were wrong.
Am I more than just a breath
escaping from a pair of lungs?
More than just a beat
drumming in a chest?
More than just the lakes
residing in my veins?
Yes, I am more.
I am love and sweat
Sit down.
Shut up.
and listen to me for once.
I have a few things to say that I think are very just.
I'm going to begin
by saying that
I
Am
Enough.
You often go out of your way
You want to know why girls are such bitches?
because we were never taught to love ourselves.
We are constantly being told that we are too fat, or we should be good at sports, we wear too much makeup, or we don't wear enough
Come on
Only 5 more minutes
What have I learned today
Focus
The focus is on sports
And new Mac books in the library
And flat screen TVs in the cafe
4 more minutes
Staring at a blank page it's amazing how the lines seem to blur
Tears distort my vision but i see like ive never seen before
I can see past your smile
And every gentle touch
I can see past your love
You exhaust me.
That hardly describes it.
I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle.
You didn't even hang me out to dry.
Because I've had enough
Because this day just seems to be too much
Because this pen in my hand can speak better than I
Because my life is ever fleeting and I might not survive
I push, I shove, I break away
I concur.
If it's against my religion,
it should be illegal.
And while we're passing laws,
let's make divorce illegal,
and premarital sex,
and tattoos
and drugs
and alcohol
When love breaks its like a storm
Inside everything is torn
The smell of rain is rolling in
You know this love is about to end
For a moment everything stalls
While the first rain drop has time to fall
I'm never the one that gets love
Never the one that gets wanted
There is always another
I hate to compare but they never stare my way
Everyday I just wish to wear a mask
When you find yourself
sitting in the sun,
a light, unbothering wind upon your thoughts,
escaping into the air through your
contended expression,
