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The blade and me (poem 7)

TRIGGER WARNING… talking about blades…

 

The blade and me

 

The blade is in my bag, not moving

Not breathing, silently shouting to

Have a touch, have a taste of

Freedom and release.

 

The blade is in my bag, fingers

Caress the edges, unknowingly present

When getting some indistinct item

From where is resides.

 

The blade is in my bag, cruel reflection

Taunts me, a sweaty girl innocently

Reaching in, persuaded to just

Cut all the fat off.

 

The blade is in my bag. There for

“Just in case,” Just in case

Mental health backfires, untamed

Laughter. It remains. Chained.

 

The blade is in my bag. The blade

Stays there laughing. But it remains.

It stays. It remains. It belongs.

It laughs.

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The Other World

Personal little poem. Sorry if you don’t understand it. If you do, please give a comment as I am trying to understand how I am feeling myself ❤

Just an arms stretch away

Is my other little world

It is safe there, warm almost,

In my other little world.

He sits there, powerful,

In his other little world,

Menacing, yet brilliant, in

an unrelenting little world

I ask for him, weeping,

In my evil little world,

He sits there, plotting,

For now their sick little world

Will crumble and die,

A broken little world,

Whoever crosses him, you or I,

A desolate little world.

He turns and sneers,

Fire burns their world.

A scary angel cries with joy

Protecting my little world.

I was lost and refound,

Let me in to your world

Control me, abuse me,

In your unescaped little world.

Just an arm stretch away

Is our new little world.

I am his, He is dominant

In our newly generated world.

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The last bubble breaks, (poem 6)

TRIGGER WARNING
Not feeling too good and I just want to post a mopey poem. Trigger warning.

Hold me under water until the last bubble breaks
Until life is lost, hell has won,
And mourning at last can break free

Reign me in and protect me until the last pill has had
Until my last breath released, chains no longer captive,
And rest can finally enter

Pick me up off the road after the car has done it’s worst
My bones may break, but my heart is healed
And once again laughter is heard

Don’t try and say you understand the feelings
Remorse, depression, regret
Don’t be upset for this my dying wish
Happiness will finally be met

So hold me under water until my dying breath
My life breaks free, no more sorrow in me
At last, depression has lost.

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Hope (poem number 5)

My baby, hope, is an innocent soul,

I need to protect it from the world’s turmoil,

For if no shelter for the baby be,

Sorrow wins, no hope would I see.

 

I hold hope tight, close to my chest,

Keep an eye on it always, there is no rest

As tears are streaming, love is a cost,

Hope is here, hope is not lost.

 

I love my hope, my little baby sweet,

For the baby is mine, makes me complete,

Without hope we are nothing, without hope there is none,

But with hope we can be, with hope I am one.

 

Hope, little child, please stay close,

For when the winds change, I will pray for you safe

In my arms, sweet hope, in my arms you will be

For I am with you, and you are with me.

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Finding that happy place (poem 4)

Deep in my heart there is a place I will go
Where stories told, where flowers grow
It is my little hiding space, when things are fierce
Through the dark shadows, it will pierce

Deep in the ground sprouts a wild red flower,
Just like our souls, it has the power
To reach, to climb, to ebb its way slowly
To pastures new, to find whats holy

Deep in your heart there is a place you will go
Where stories told, where flowers grow
Wonder around and you will see
All the things that were supposed to be

High in the clouds a ray of sun shatters
The darkened soil, and all that matters
Has come back to life through the heat of day
Come back to life, and then there you will stay.

Deep in our hearts there is a place we will go
Where stories told, where flowers grow
Our souls may sing, our hearts hold a mast
For our happy place, for now, is here at last

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Fly on the wall (3rd poem)

I often wondered what it would be like

to be a fly on the wall, unseen

watching passers by dance, mocking

the ground with their stamping feet.

 

I often wondered what it would be like

to be a fly on her wall, unseen

watching as she cries, mocking

herself harshly in the bathroom mirror.

 

I often wondered what it would be like

to be a fly on his wall, unseen

watching the frantic phone calls, mocking

himself harshly for not knowing sooner.

 

I often wondered what it would be like

to be a fly on their wall, unseen

watching them tell their stories, loving

their new perspective, a new hope.

 

Do you wonder what it would be like

to be a fly on our wall, unseen

seeing what life would be like, loving

the way the world now is for them.

 

I often wonder if we are all

just flies on a wall, unseen

but collectively, we are reaching

for the life that we are yet to have.

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Today will be a good day (another poem)

Today will be a good day.

The sun may be blistering your face,

People may stare and laugh at the bouncing flab,

You may wish to crawl back inside,

But today will be a good day.

 

Today will be a good day.

The earth may be crumbling around you,

People unaware of the earthquake to come,

You may feel unable to withstand the paranoia of falling,

But today will be a good day.

 

Today will be a good day.

The earth may not be on your side,

She may hurt you emotionally,

You may want to hurt physically,

But today will be a good day.

 

Today will be a good day.

Your hamster hugs you tight, for once holding still,

Your friends send gifs, a last ditch attempt to cheer you up,

You may even sneak a smile in there somewhere.

Today is a good day.

bobba

(today is not a good day. so i thought id write a poem that will help people like us to will ourselves to make it a good day. I love you all.)

P.S, yes. that is bobba fett. he is my little anxious ball of bounty hunter.