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  • You Will Survive

    When you feel caught in a vacuum
    Because people didn’t see the value,
    You brought to the kitchen table,
    Won’t change the fact that,
    You are more than capable.
    Your worth is immeasurable.
    You are very valuable.

    In a world that may seem unstable,
    Don’t let doubt make you retract,
    You have the power to impact.
    You are stronger than you think,
    And you are more than enough.
    You are loved even on the days you feel worse. 


    Keep running.
    Always believe in yourself, don’t hesitate,
    You have the potential to create.
    I know you can do it!
    See, you’re already doing it!
     
    Give yourself grace
    To run your own race.
    If you keep the faith alive,
    I know you will survive.

    -From Reflections of a Hopeful Romantic by Stephanie Anyaoha

    Stephanie Anyaoha, PMHNP (Steph Zion)

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  • delightfulchaos shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 12 hours, 23 minutes ago

    The Lost Sight

    People all around have lost their sight
    In return has made this world loose its light
    Hate and darkness are spread
    while people try to hide it all with meds
    Instead of opening their eyes they become more blind
    which makes the light harder to find
    People are becoming more like animals losing sight of humanity
    Which is destroying the future you see
    We all secretly want the same thing
    to truly be loved & not shown pain
    We forget to be the person we needed when we were younger
    especially when that darkness hit with that Hungers
    People can always be the change in this world & save humanity
    Even if it just starts with you and little Ol me
    Someone must finally open their eyes
    To see past all the masks, disguises, & lies
    Just as easy as hate can spread
    Love & Kindness could be instead
    One match can bring light to the dark
    The dark cannot overpower the spark
    Unless you give that power away
    Nobody can make or break your day
    Working together for the greater good
    Has been somehow misunderstood
    It is time we all open our hearts & quit being sheep
    Show love instead & let the evil sow what it reap

    Delightfully Chaotic

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  • Joye Lange shared a letter in the Group logo of Current EventsCurrent Events group 19 hours, 5 minutes ago

    Struggle

    Getting up
    Facing a new day
    Is a struggle

    What will I have
    To look forward to
    Pain, always pain
    It never goes away

    Making the best
    of a bad situation
    Trying to struggle
    Along each day

    Put a smile on
    My face to hide
    The grief inside

    Hoping to give hope
    To someone I meet
    Each and every day

    Joye Lange

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  • You Lack Nothing & God is Always With You

    8 years ago today I defended my Master’s Thesis at the University of Kentucky, titled:

    Healthy Reintegration: The Effectiveness of Military Teen Adventure Camp Participation of Adolescent Perceptions of Self-efficacy

    I remember the day vividly, I was a nervous wreck, standing in front of a room full of people with my insecurities—believing that somehow everyone witnessing was somehow smarter or better than me.

    If I could speak to that version of me at 25, I would tell her that you are enough today and you will only continue to get better. You will go on to complete a PhD at a R1 institution (Florida State University) defending one on many Goliath’s in your life (dissertation) during the onset of covid—against all odds. Ignore the disempowerment and doubt including, the words from your thesis advisor, “If you keep writing like this, Florida State will never accept you into their PhD program”. (Academia really has a unique way of shattering any bit of confidence you have).

    I would tell her that being from the south or from a perceived “less than” background won’t hold you back—it is your perceived lack that will fuel your drive to finish whatever you start. It will fuel you to put yourself out there. It will fuel you to leave your comfort zone. It will fuel you to never quit. It will empower your relationship and reliance on God. So run your race boldly and well — you lack nothing and God is always with you (Deut. 31:8)

    #chaseyourdreams

    Dr. Cortnie S. Baity, LMFT

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  • Havoc

    Hello, I’m new to TheUnsealed. This is a poem from a dark time in my life. I’m just so grateful to not be in this position anymore. I’m excited to this as a tool for healing! Thank you for reading.

    I can’t breathe
    A simple death is about to be achieved
    Where it leaves me 6 ft underneath but the thought has always been appeased for all the nights I used to stay up for just a little tweak and depriving my body on every inch of sleep

    Feeling crazy and distraught isn’t as pleasant as it seems
    Death tends to follow me somewhere deep within my dreams
    So I stay awake as part of a better scheme knowing one day it’ll take every ounce of me

    Because now

    But I’m the only one left to take the blame,
    They call me insane because everything I do tends to be the same
    With depressed thoughts hidden deep within my brain
    Hoping one day I’ll have wealth with imaginary fame

    From the beginning I tore everything apart
    Having to big of a heart for the wrong people just from the start just to end up doing hot rails at a park because I felt all alone and left in the dark

    I guess that’s the biggest excuse for an addict always blaming our problems on something just to go and have it, wishin you wouldn’t have had it, bad habits soon to wind us up dead in a casket, this havoc turned you into a savage and living under a bridge in the winter with no jacket.

    Torrie Hrdlicka

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    • Greetings, I commend you for your bravery in exploring addiction’s challenges, portraying raw emotions and struggles with honesty. Your piece vividly depicts the pain and chaos that come with substance abuse, while also conveying a longing for redemption and a way out of darkness. Congratulations and thank you for staying with us!

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  • A WORTHWHILE JOURNEY OF ENDURANCE & FAITH: GROWTH

    The maze of life, we wander, we strive,
    Through twists and turns, where paths collide,
    Each step a dance of pain and joy,
    As we chase dreams that hope employ.
    Through valleys deep and mountains high,
    We journey on, beneath the sky,
    With hearts that ache and souls that yearn,
    For the lessons learned at every turn.
    In the darkest of times,
    We stumble, we fall,
    Sometimes we even lose our sight,
    But from the shadows, once more we emerge,
    With newfound strength,
    After every storm, comes a surge.
    For in the depths of despair we find, The resilience of humankind.
    We rise from ashes, refusing to fold,
    A testament to faith and resilience—cheers to the courageous and bold
    For growth is not a straight-lined path,
    It’s up and downs, twists, and turns
    But we find our way, becoming free at last
    So let us cherish the journey we choose,
    For they remind us who we are and what happens if you refuse to lose,
    A testament to our strength and grace
    Yes, we rise and fall, yet rise again and again…
    Knowing that trouble won’t last always and if you don’t give up, you will win.
    So ride life’s wave, in God’s embrace.
    Trust your path—you’ve got what it takes.

    Dr. Cortnie S. Baity, LMFT

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    • Greetings, your poem beautifully captures the ups and downs of life’s journey, offering encouragement and hope to readers. Your use of vivid imagery and a rhythmic flow convey themes of perseverance and resilience, bravo! Overall, it’s an inspiring ode to the human spirit.

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  • The Art of Growth

    The Art of Growth

    Stagnant. Dormant. Idle. Sluggish.
    All feelings of a pace I’ve gotten too familiar with.
    I’m in a courtship with anxiety,
    And an engagement with depression.
    Yet, these are two relationships I don’t want to be a part of.

    Reflect. Ponder. Meditate. Think.
    These daily reminders ping in my head.
    Telling me to give myself a break, take it easy, let it out and let it go.
    But they only stay for the moment, and then I forget to be kind to myself.

    I wonder what being 30 is like for others.
    I wonder what being 30 is like for me.
    Am I behind? Am I lost? Is this okay?

    I reflect on how everyone is moving at their own pace.
    I ponder over how far I’ve come, yet how short of a time I’ve been around.
    I meditate on how there’s no such thing as behind, because this is my version of now.
    I think about how being lost isn’t a bad thing. It’s an opportunity to learn.
    It’s okay. I’ll be okay. And that’s the art of growth.

    A Graham

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  • Raheli Conde shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 days, 22 hours ago

    Galaxy Brothers & Sisters

    The stars, my brothers & sisters,
    How much I miss all thee
    To see you, shiny, bright optimists –
    Such a deep positivity to guide.

    So many of you all, those stars –
    The houses, cities, industries, beings
    Dull you now, and so, so few
    of you shine as bright, barely gleaning.
    Now, not as many of you
    Illuminate and shining to inspire
    Amongst the rest of mankind.
    I miss seeing you as I did back there . . .

    I lay there in the vast school valley
    No major lights, here third world style.
    Cast myself away from the US, I fled,
    practically now an exile.
    I came to understand more of the world
    Wanting to see if I can do any good.
    Lying, wishing to be in the space purl,
    There in the dark of the African continent.
    I smile with peace and such ease
    While looking up at those grand stars,
    Milky Way, galaxies, while a scant breeze
    waves across my skirt and the tall grass.

    My Earthly Family, those stars
    mine, yours, our representative.
    This view, this experience,
    I rushed over, not so tentative/
    To learn so much, but the stars
    Illuminated the sky and world
    So much brightness and loveliness,
    and so much did unfurl.
    I’ll never feel like this again.

    Those days over in Tanzania
    will forever last in memory
    That life, those stars, now as unglistened
    In this sky so uncomplimentary

    Sharing now that life is short.
    I’ll enjoy it as best as I did under
    The Tanzania stars and sky.

    Raheli Conde

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    • Greetings, your description of yearning for the beauty of the stars amidst the routine of life is quite striking. It contrasts the grandeur of the universe with the limitations of human existence, leaving a poignant reminder of life’s fleeting nature. Splendidly written.

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  • With me

    I am the girl that can come off a bit clingy
    Often scaring those who cross my path.
    My thoughts may seem a bit stringy
    Coming off to one like a bloodbath.
    I will shoot for the stars
    Providing those I love with my support.
    Depending who looks you can see the scars
    This makes some want to abort.
    Giving my all with folks that let her through
    As they becoming a part of the life.
    There are pieces only few knew
    I will occasionally show it all within a rife.
    No one can tell me who I am
    I do not follow a diagram.

    Lexi Mae

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of Magical MomentsMagical Moments group 4 days ago

    The Knight

    The knight elevates the princess
    tightening his grasp midair
    while they are lost in the brown waves.
    Shifting the thread of hair behind
    to gain a surpass of what the wave has inside—
    the knight elevates the princess.
    Giddying as the knight’s veins come through
    the heat in the room leaves them breathless:
    while they are lost in the brown waves.
    The beats sync
    taking the space away
    the knight elevates the princess.
    The grin grows uncontrollably
    the palms leaving a trace:
    while they are lost in the brown waves.
    Continuing to go steady
    as they snuggle close.
    The knight elevates the princess
    while they are lost in the brown waves.

    Lexi Mae

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of To my younger selfTo my younger self group 4 days ago

    Her

    Have I ever told you how proud I am?
    Of each of the battles you have overcome
    She thinks that her life is not up to par.
    She’s a writer now
    While her sport history is no more
    Have I ever told you how proud I am?
    Living with the mind battles
    Due from the moments God throws her way:
    She thinks that her life is not up to par.
    Still waking up
    Pushing past the hardships
    have I ever told you how proud I am?
    Have you seen how far you have grown
    moments you thought would never surpass
    She thinks that her life is not up to par.
    If she only knew how great she’s doing
    Which I think we’re finally within the place
    Have I ever told you how proud I am?
    She thinks that her life is not up to par.

    Lexi Mae

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 days ago

    The Self Journey

    Following down a path
    that was out of the ordinary.
    Discovering herself threw all the wrath
    Bouncing around such as a fairy.
    The harmfulness inside
    can consume her on the daily
    She is no longer trying to hide
    Realizing she probably was never gaily.
    The spark of who she is becoming
    Is bright within
    Hearing the constant humming
    Without all of the sin.
    This girl is giving it her all
    never worried on if she will fall.

    Lexi Mae

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    • “The spark of who she is becoming
      Is bright within”

      I love this line. I have felt this line. I can’t wait to see you continue on your path and reveal your purpose! <3 Lauren

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    • Greetings, your celebration of resilience and authenticity is wonderfully written. It encourages perseverance and self-acceptance, highlighting the strength of embracing one’s true identity. I hope this becomes a reality and a source of encouragement for everyone in their self-discovery journey.

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  • Who Am I?

    I want to try this again
    The more I learn about who I am becoming
    Making this a part of my routine
    As I continue going day by day
    To figure out the best version of myself
    So let’s begin
    Who am I?
    I carry a big heart
    One that can often be misused from those that surround me.
    I do not put that shield on it.
    I trust with the plan God already has made for me—
    I am just living that piece of it.
    I have goals
    Ambitions
    Dreams
    All which one day I will succeed.
    I am still so young
    There’s a whole life ahead.
    Yes I will get things wrong
    It may not look like I know what I am doing
    That is okay though
    It is just going to build me.
    I trust myself
    I see my beauty within
    Even if it’s not on a day to day.
    I know who I can and want to be
    So for right now I am just loving me.
    I am grateful for the life that I carry
    And who I am becoming.
    Each day this is making me who I am
    And I cannot be more proud of that.

    Lexi Mae

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    • Greetings, your piece is really inspiring and relatable. The celebration of resilience and optimism is encouraging and warming. Beautiful piece.

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 days ago

    The little girl

    Looking into the mirror
    I see the smile from her.
    The find feels clearer
    I finally found where you were.
    Noticing the smile
    That follows around.
    Anyone could spot it from a mile
    Finding what startled her from the ground.
    Did I mention the bliss
    From you walking through that door.
    It’s safe you will not be a dismiss
    We are ready to explore.
    The possibilities that are within
    Not that I no wear you thin.

    Lexi Mae

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    • Greetings, your poem is uplifting and inspiring, inviting readers to share in your newfound sense of clarity and optimism. It’s a beautiful piece.

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  • The Matrix

    The Matrix

    I wake up like I never went to bed.
    Sleep is upon my open eyes,
    yet they are glazed and scarlet red.
    I don’t remember what happened yesterday,
    nor do I have a semblance of what the day holds.
    I schedule my life out to stop the mind decay.
    I sip my coffee until I realize for two hours it’s been cold.
    I glance around myself,
    “When did I put that picture on my wall?”
    “Did I put it together or buy that bookshelf?”
    Sometimes I wonder if there’s someone I could call?
    But for everyone living their lives,
    going to school, work, home, sleep-
    It really wouldn’t make sense to hear my cries.
    I can’t remember how my mind got so deep.
    How I can’t recollect moving into this apartment.
    I know I pay for bills, electric and such,
    I have a garage that has my car now with a dent,
    I mean I remember that much.
    I used to go to college,
    I had a friend, I think.
    But school never taught me a good message.
    I always felt blue and everyone was pink,
    like I had a mask.
    I was so perfect, smart and happy,
    but at home, there was always a panic attack waiting for me,
    a part no one could, nor would ever see.
    Somehow I stopped driving to college.
    I had several jobs and goals,
    yet I couldn’t find my true meaning or message.
    Outside I seemed successful with my methods and morals,
    but it seems there’s a part of my soul left behind,
    somewhere along moving out and now,
    I lost my mind.
    Either that or the matrix has me now under its hold.
    Somedays I feel the grass under my feet,
    and other times
    I can’t even look at myself without wanting to retreat.
    Cause somewhere along the lines,
    I lost me,
    and I don’t think I can get her back.
    Somewhere on the other side of the root and the tree,
    ss the life of that little girl I now lack.
    God, I just want to wake up sometimes
    without shocking myself with my own touch.
    To not wonder If I committed any crimes,
    cause my hands are calloused and rough,
    From something I can’t even remember,
    or can even give a second thought.
    When I go to sleep at night
    It’s with dread and regret,
    that I have no idea what happened in this fight.
    But what can you do as you watch the sun set,
    It’s the matrix.
    Maybe one day,
    someone will come and it will all be,
    fixed.

    Frankie Baker

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  • They say I’m “hurting”

    I keep being told that I’m too hurt right now;
    However, I was for a long time.
    In my time with you I lost myself—
    to the point where I did not know who I was looking into a mirror.
    I started to notice those signs while we were collided.
    The fighting—over stuff that should not have been a thing—
    All because I’m an “over-thinker” but I think you made me that way.
    I could recite a conversation with us from the back of my head—
    That’s because we were predictable—
    Or what we would do when with one another— all points too—predictable.
    I took a step back in our time together to see if it was me losing my mind or if it was caused by you.
    I’ll be honest—I was hurt for 6 to 7 months before I called it over.
    You had no idea though for parts—even though you should’ve because I was repeating myself time and time again.
    Now that I’m free I live for me—
    I’m happier now—
    I work out—
    I write—
    I don’t plan shit out—
    I don’t have a dress code—even though you said I could always wear whatever I wanted to but that was not the case.
    I moved on while being in our shit show.
    You were too blind to notice—
    The pain I was enduring—
    Too busy playing video games—
    Leaving me in the shadows during our time.
    You taught me some valuable life lessons—
    ones that I will take with me.
    Thank you for showing what I want in life—
    Maybe one day our paths will collide but I’m stating that time from forever is done.
    Thank you for the memories and the many things you have taught me throughout my high-school life—then allowing me in college to learn what I could not learn before we broke apart.
    I’m appreciative of everything you have taught me throughout our time together—
    You will be someone my future children hear about due to the amount of experiences we share.
    But overall thank you for showing me what I need to look for in life.
    You are no longer the thought that races the back of my head— I am free from you and all the pain you put me through.
    I am not hurting—she was a while back—now I am living the life I deserve—I would not do anything to change that.

    Lexi Mae

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    • Greetings, the reflection on healing and growth after a painful relationship, inspiring resilience and self-worth. It’s raw, showing your journey towards happiness and self-discovery. Overall, it’s empowering and brave.

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  • Lexi Mae Edwards shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 days, 6 hours ago

    Reliving 222

    The spirit takes my soul back
    to a day that was not long ago.
    Sitting on a rack
    as if there’s something that needed a show.
    Remembering key phrases
    that I would say.
    The body raises
    to realize it was my favorite day.
    Twos flooded the room
    as I would turn to you.
    Watching our love start to bloom
    then it was my cue.
    Waking to the realization
    there’s no need for any hesitation.

    Lexi Mae

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    • Greetings, your style is captivating, blending vivid imagery with nostalgia. It draws me into memories through concise phrases and rhythmic flow, evoking a sense of longing and reflection. Beautifully written.

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  • Hi. My name is

    Hi my name is
    Nah that’s way too formal.

    Hey wassup it’s ya girl
    What am I a radio personality?

    Hi. I’m LaShae.

    Wait. Yeah that
    That feels comfortable.

    Hi. I’m LaShae.
    La like the note
    Shae like the butter.
    And I’m
    . . .
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    God says,
    I am that I am
    But if I said it
    Would it be blasphemous?
    Even if I am?
    Because I am that I am
    And
    I am Joy.
    I am Smile.
    Brittany said it was creepy
    That I smiled so much
    But Brittany didn’t know
    I hurt the same ways she did.
    She didn’t know my smile
    Was as much a resistance
    As it was for her to get out of bed some mornings
    She didn’t know
    I kept my smile because
    Tracy loved my smile.
    Tracy loved my smile!
    She said it was the most genuine smile she’s ever seen
    Which is the best compliment
    Because her smile
    Was the most genuine I’ve ever seen.

    I am peace
    Except when I am hungry
    And I am always hungry
    Beware of Junior’s warning
    You better feed that gal;
    I am gal.
    As sister says,
    When hungry,
    I am Hulk;
    I am pitbull.
    Ya girl just likes to eat
    But when I am fed,
    I promise
    I will be peace
    Like Mable taught me to be
    Peace:
    Not the absence of violence,
    But the presence of Justice.
    So if no Justice
    No peace.
    I am starving
    Pitbull for peace
    Ready to Hulk smash oppression
    See, Mable
    Mable was a child
    When Newark went up in flames
    See
    You don’t watch your home go ablaze
    And end up staying the same
    No
    You arm yourself
    Yes, with the whole armor of God
    Like your mother taught you
    But also
    With a thicker skin
    That none of this heat can penetrate
    And with a weapon
    She chose a pen
    Much mightier than a sword
    Her ink writing for peace
    Not the absence of violence
    But the presence of Justice
    Her ink filled with the blood spilled in her streets
    And then she would come to teach
    All the little children, and yes, even me
    That the power is in connections
    That is what Mable taught to me.

    Barbara taught me to hold my own.
    Pete told me Fret Not
    But Pray if you feel alone
    Latierra and Ricky
    Both taught me to wonder
    And Serena taught me
    That dancing is greater than pain
    Ali taught me God will find you
    Even if you’re in the dark.
    I never met Maurice,
    But his love is always in my heart.
    Ulysses taught me always learn first
    And Davey taught me to dress my best
    Even when they do their worst
    Ron & Vette taught me to be loud
    Lisa and Al taught me love knows no bounds
    Dog taught me to keep my friends close
    Mo taught me that royalty
    Can come from a crack that bloomed a rose
    And Holis, God rest his soul,
    May not be blood
    But taught me what a man ought to be

    I know you asked about me
    But I am an unfinished story
    The moral of my life
    Isn’t complete
    But I am that I am
    And I am pieces of
    Every person I ever lost
    A puzzle
    Amassing to one lone thought:
    Love.

    PoetryPicasso

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  • “i have to explore because i don’t understand”

    2922 days, 417 weeks, 96 months,
    the 8 long years it’s taken for me to know you,
    was this born of hate?
    is that why i find myself as resentful as i am?
    i could never be numb to you,
    i could never be apathetic to you,
    i could never feel nothing for you,

    hate or love,
    hate or love,
    hate or love,
    and i can’t understand what’s in between,

    there’s a house stoic hill,
    woodland lonesome edelweiss,
    just as you’d like
    to which i arise,
    to which you descend,
    i dream about when i’m in the snow,

    the house lives and breathes when i could feel the grass on my feet,
    i heard you sing through a window ajar,
    songs of seraphina,
    you are the indescribable view of beauty,

    as i open the front door to let myself in i kick the glue from my boots that keep me in place,
    i step into rot and decay.
    i feel the candles extinguish as i walk past,
    i hear the weeping angles,
    i smell the cankerous taxidermy,
    my hands freeze from the arctic bite of the door handle as i let myself open to discover the indescribable,
    asphyxiating from my ring you wear on your neck,
    bleeding from my bite on your shoulder,
    pale deficient from the dying sun,
    the discord that drips from the welt of monstrosity,
    why won’t god keep it out my head?
    vomit inducing horror i would sooner be blind than see
    disgusting shape of unknowable inhumanity,
    emotion formed action,
    building mountains on your skin,
    you moan in pain from knowledge of thyself
    but was it me who clipped your wings?

    otherlover

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  • delightfulchaos shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 days, 6 hours ago

    Why Can’t We All Get Along

    Why can’t we all get along
    We act like this or that person don’t belong
    Making others feel out of place
    Never seeing the hurt behind the smile on their face
    Why do we spread more hate then love
    Thinking there are others we’re above
    We forget we all are human with our own flaws
    Wasting more energy spreading hate like it’s in our laws
    We just need to love and care for one another
    Treat all like they are your sister or brother.
    See that’s the key to world peace
    Only if hatred would seem to forever cease.

    Delightfully Chaotic

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