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myveryownthoughs · 7 months

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Remember when I said?

Once I said to you that our relationship reminded me of creep but not that it’s all gone, faded away, I see it was more like fake plastic trees.

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myveryownthoughs · 1 year

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Remember

Sometimes I think about what could have been. But then I remember what is. I believe everything happens for a reason, you will understand the reason eventually but it takes time.

Don't forget to be in the moment, do not let your mind wander to bad things that have happened. Life is ahead of us and our only job is to live it. So never look behind, always be looking forward to what could be.

Always remember to take it one day at a time, one minute if you have to. There's no reason to stress about something that isn't happening now, there's no reason to let your anxiety get the best of you, and remember on hard days there's always tomorrow. Tomorrow always has promise.

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myveryownthoughs · 1 year

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Young lovers

They were in love, but they were young. People think you can't love someone for all they are if you are just a kid. But what they had was special he was her other half. It wasn't just lust it was all the things love should be.

They had loved each other since the moment they met, with him she felt like a goddess.He treated her like one too. He couldn't help but stare. He always reminded her of how beautiful she is.

With him, she felt truly loved for who she was.She had never felt so much warmth in her life, he was like her comfort blanket. Always there when she needed him, always reassuring her doubts and dark thoughts.

They may have been young, but they had love figured out. Most people can't say the same, but for them, it was second nature. Love always comes in the strangest of places.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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She was in love...

She was madly in love with him, but he wasn’t with her. She would do anything he told her, and he knew this. First time they met he took her breath away, her heart stopped and started back up again. Everything about him is perfect his voice, His laugh And especially of all his smile.

They spent months together, lust and love not to be confused, because for him it was lust, but for her it was love. She didn’t care, as long as he was in her life everything would be alright. They shared moments together, Moments she will never forget. She felt never meant for each other, he felt her body was meant for him.

But everything has to end. And like most great things so did this. She regrets what she said to him, because if she hadn’t maybe he would still be here. Maybe she wasn’t mature enough, at least not yet. A break up, a heartbreak, has a way of showing you your flaws, showing you your wrongs. But in the end all the tears she cried water her into a beautiful blooming flower.

So she may miss him, but without the heartbreak, she wouldn’t be who she is today. The confident, beautiful young woman, that doesn’t need anyone else to validate her. So remember, heartbreak isn’t always what it seems.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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A short Assemblance of words…

I love the darkness. Not the unfamiliar kind that feels as if it sucks the air out of your lungs. The kind that has a sort of peaceful feeling, the kind that surrounds you and embraces you in its arms, that sings sweet silent lullaby’s in your ear, this darkness feels safe, comforting even. Anyone or anything could be there but you wouldn’t care because nothing would change the way you feel when you are truly surrounded by it.

Like the moon darkness leaves you at the ending of the night but it always comes back to you like an old friend reconnecting after years apart. You shouldn’t fear this darkness, for it is there just for you, to be there when no one else is, when all you need is rest and someone or something to tell you it's all going to be ok. Even if you don't like darkness without it, there would never be the day.

During the day I sit and wait for the night, it brings me peace. The night cradles me in its darkness gives me the energy I need to survive the day. The night is my mother, and I her daughter she holds me when I’ve had a bad day, comforts me about my fears.

Do not get the night confused for the evil that happens under its moonlight. that blame belongs to us and us only as humans. The best and worst creation.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Don’t let go

I cannot hear, is that blood coming out of my ears?

The voices are squeaking obscenities at me, my chest hurts help me I can’t breathe

I feel like I’m dead while still alive, in between here and there

Louder and louder the voices possess this power

A power to push you to the ground and stomp you while you’re down

They tear your heart out and leave you empty inside and hide until it’s time again to come by

Will they ever subside? Or is this the theme song of my life?

I have hope that one day The station will turn but I’m holding onto the ledge for what I yearn.

— Emmah L.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Have I fallen?

I used to recall all the memories and facts that fallen upon my lap, but now it seems I am unattached from her this new me can never recall a good or bad day at all, at times it seems the walls are seeping in on her and all she can do is fall.

— Emmah L.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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When will it be?

I thought this was the land of the free and home of the brave,

Not the land of the racist and home of the homophobes

How can so many POC call this land home but Uncle Sam only caters to the white man,

We will not be lead into the waters of discrimination and false information like a lamb,

So Fuck Uncle Sam!

— Emmah L.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Word: alone

Because yesterday I had no home nowhere to go i’m always so alone,

But you make me crave the unknown, you feel like home

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Tagging @bk-poetry

the poetry workshop is done which means - I can run round robins again! yay!!

Rules:

Each poet tagged writes the next two lines of the poem using one of these prompts:

deep, beach, alone, heart, carry, kisses, sun, wistful, forever, sands, blue, yesterday, heal, part, seasons

then tags another poet. (If you’re too busy, just repost with ‘pass’and tag another poet) Poem is done when all the words are used!

Deep May, deep dreams. It is spring again, and I want so much to tell you

tagging @pigeonmetropolis !!!

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Do you ponder?

I sometimes ponder,

I ponder long and my mind wonders,

Why was I made this way?

It seems like the bad outweighs the good,

I know all I’ve withstood,

But sometimes in life I feel like a piece of driftwood,

All alone in a rapid river of commotion and emotions,

When will this piece of wood make it back on land?

Will it ever?

— me

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Play boy

It feels like they use me like a toy,

Like it’s my body they want to enjoy,

Maybe I need a convoy,

My thoughts and feelings are not ones of joy,

When will I stop attracting playboys?

— me

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Last night’s dream

Last night feels like a dream,

I can’t help but beam!

Kisses planted up and down me,

Please God tell me it’s what it seems!

And that it’s not just me,

I hope that he agrees,

Last night felt like a dream.

— me

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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My cowboy smile

I can’t get past that smile,

It feels like we met before but it’s been a while,

His voice is so sweet I’ve got a toothache every time we speak,

He’s going through my mind all the time,

I can’t help I miss him when he’s gone,

One day we’ll meet at dawn and he’ll hold me in his arms where I belong.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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My subconscious has really been making my feel bad about myself in my dreams.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Tunnel

It feels like the tunnel has collapsed on me.

I'm suffocating, I can't breathe.

The light is gone, it burns no more.

Will I be gasping for eternity?

— Emmah L.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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I'm bleeding out

I'm bleeding out right in front of you can't you see?

Why won't you help me?

My screams and cries for help are deaf to ear.

Tell me god why have you sent me here?

I do not blame you it’s me who’s voice is small to hear.

Maybe if I cry louder they may enter your ears.

--- Emmah L.

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myveryownthoughs · 2 years

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Depression feels like a constant state of always forgetting the things you should remember and then remembering all the things you should forget.

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