All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven #healerpoetry ☾ @healerpoetry
I’ve got a pocket full of flowers and a head full of memories. Memoirs of hot summers spent watching, you were such a show off. Reminders of youth, it’s how I felt. Your hints giving me such impressions, I think I was blushing pinks, wink, wink but I used discretion. You knew, of course you knew, cooled off my head, splash, splash, waters wet, all the subtle clues. It’s always you I see, you I keep, black sheep’s you and me. Makes me want a beauty sleep so I can go back to the dream, to feel that feeling, to hear my pulse scream.
Coping after the #goodbye or #silence in a #relationship is never easy | You'll have a lot of #whatifs that'll haunt you at the middle of the night | Always remember that you've dealt with a lot of #pain before. If you survived the ones you had, you'll definitely live through this one.
When you touch her and feel magic,
This is no coincidence.
And allow her spell to overcome you.
You will feel as if you’ve touched the moon.
You will feel as if you’ve caught a glimpse of the entire universe.
Because you have. @kindrareiter | #KindraReiterPoetry
It’s our beautiful past that haunts, and taunts.
We were the ones that had it, and we’d flaunt.
Our Love was special, we were friends, lovers, parents, we meant everything to each other.
A Roller coaster ride of fun, flips, dips, trips, anger, sometimes fear.
It wasn’t always perfect, but it was ours, and we had some amazing years.
Then you got sick, and I got pissed, and just like I do, I tried to fix.
But there’s no fixing things sometimes.
You just deal, come to the reality that it’s our new life.
And it will end eventually.
And I will shatter.
They’ll ask what’s the matter.
And I’ll say I’m fine, just like I do all of the time.
The people that left you don’t have to stay rooted in your heart.
The people who left you shouldn’t hold any power whatsoever on your heart.
They left and you simply can’t change that.
What you can change is how you deal with the aftermath.
Let yourself feel the pain and the sadness. Let yourself fall apart. And then breathe. Breathe and go about your day.
Breathe and keep going.
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I sent Desire across the sea.
(‘Twas years and years ago)
I gave the lad what gold I had,
And vowed through weal or woe
That I’d be true unto my love
Until his journey’s end,
And that each day he was away
A message I would send.
My friends all smiled to see my faith,
Then sighed, “Alack, alack,
Your only gains will be your pains,
For he will ne’er come back.”
I paid no heed unto their words,
But worked on steadfastly;
When worst I fared, most loud declared
That I had ships at sea.
Last night my vessel touched on shore;
And Peace sat in her bow.
And Joy was there, and Love most fair,
And Plenty strode her prow. Desire had brought them all to me
Across the briny foam.
“Ah, well-a-day,” my friends now say,
“Who’d think that he’d come home?”
Me, as a little baby.
Before I knew what life could bring.
Before I knew the pain of betrayal's sting.
Before the one who shared a womb with me left the room and threw away the key.
Before I knew that a promise said with a forked tongue is a curse
And the hater's hearse is carrying their own universe.
Before I knew that those who run don't care what they left undone.
Before I knew my kindness would be used against me.
Before I knew that love could be just a word on the tongue of vanity.
Before I knew just how absurd it would all come to be.
Before I knew that those who lie say others lie, and those who try are left to die.
Before I knew that language is a weapon in the minds of the cunning
And the stunning truth is always taking a bludgeoning.
Before I knew that the accusation does not hurt as much as the reason why they deny,
And that treason is not a season that passes with time.
Before I knew that it would all feel like a dream
Or more like a nightmare where I cannot scream.
Before I knew the path of a warrior is not glory
And that glory is not the end of a story.
Before I knew that it all would seem futile and that guile and wisdom are confused in man's trial.
Before I knew the sorrow of the wise and before I learned the enemy's guise.
Before I knew the depths of what I could feel,
And that others would judge whether or not that was real.
Before I knew that judgment day would never rush the dealings of yesterday.
Before I knew what it really is to suffer,
And just as it was before the last supper,
We did not know it could be so.
The Master went through it too,
His heart felt all that we do.
In my mind's eye I see His brow furrowed with a tear,
The way His roughened hands wipe away the fear,
As He kneeled in the dust of Hope's ashes and sought to hear from His father,
"Is this really Your will? That I would be killed?"
Christ, the only One without sin would die by the hand of the devil's mannequin.
And yet He carried on in love, a man of grace rising above:
To greet the one who betrayed Him with forgiving love,
To surrender Himself to the soldier who drained His blood,
To say "forgive them for they know not what they do";
[Continued in comments]
who are you?
what you do?
what you did? or maybe,
what you'd want to do?
who are you when
you put the phone down?
when the makeup is off and
your lighting is bad?
who are you
when you lost your keys,
slammed your finger in the refrigerator, or misspelled
your lovers name?
who are you with your pants
off, smiling greedy at that bowl
of happiness in your lap
binging trash from last night? (get a refill
who are you
when you dream, when you fantasize or before you erase
your browser history?
who is sleeping next you?
if you don't know that
you don't know a person.
if you can't love that
you can't love a person.
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53226 minutes ago
I don’t usually tell stories in my poetry. I use it to express my feelings most of the time. This piece came as an image in my head and I had no choice but to write it.
What do you think?
Je n’écris pas souvent pour raconter une histoire. Je préfère exprimer mes émotions dans mes poèmes. Cette fois, j’avais une image en tête et je n’avais d’autre choix que de lui donner vie (subtil jeu de mot XD).
🔥 it burns, it hurts so bad.
in the empty dark inside.
did we set it together
or has it always lived?
this flame, this hole,
this hopeless desire.
and what happens if it dies?
do I die too?
or will I fall on the salt
it used to keep alight.
it burns this deep conclusion.
that what is, is only an illusion.
so why do I live, one flame to the next?
where then is my own damn fire.
22236 minutes ago
“My Sweet City, My Sweet Sin” By Meghan Crosby
9136 minutes ago
Third time’s a charm?
I’m gonna try. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It went okay,
Don’t wanna lie
But couldn’t save a single fly. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #motivation 🦟
309306 hours ago
The mats await you.. Look carefully and you will see the bittersweet poetry of warriors etched into the walls
And the shadows of broken souls who graced the mats before you
Listen carefully and you will hear the whispered tales of heroism, humility, of a body’s humbled heart
Echoes of epic sagas of a timeless quest,
Desperate voices will urge you to hurriedly retreat to safety to seek the security of your hidden sanctuary
But an inner strength will drive you forward on this journey where you’ll play the leading role; where the icy grip of fear will take you and hurl you high into the glorious realms of triumph
The mats await you.. Take that first tentative step and let your own beautiful story unfold #graciebarra#graciebarrastreet#gb72#bjj#jiujitsujourney#jiujitsu#martialarts#epicsaga#bittersweetpoetry#triumph#poetryisnotdead
23110 hours ago
Life goes on
28115 September, 2019
‘If I disappear, I’ll only reappear in Holy time.’
- Wretch 32