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When you told me that you were leaving, It deeply distressed me. Honestly, I couldn’t act rationally. I didn’t beg you not to go. And when you left me, I didn’t beg you to come back.
Occasionally We see Phenomenal matters of love
The grief consumes my flesh, Here I lament over my words! They lashed and pillowed into my mind The bones pain a memory of memories- There is a chill in my body It tussles with the icicles and
I don't know why I keep writing to you Like I'm sending letters to someone in prison - As if you were the one who's been trapped Ever since that day - They say that justice brings peace,
Why is it that it is so easy to forgive other people, but we I have such a hard time forgiving me? That I give myself one chance to get something right, but I give others two chances; sometimes I even give them three.
I have forgiven those girls for what they said and did to me, as I do respect, love and appreciate their existence I wouldn’t change what had happened under those circumstances because they opened a new pathway for me to see.
DADDY’S LEAVING (AGAIN) Fri, 06/25/21 - 7:40 PM By Debi Lyn
When it comes to forgiveness, you won't forgive, you won't budge.You truly hate my guts and you sure do know how to hold a grudge.I did you wrong but you did me wrong too.But forgiving me is something you won't do.
I always wondered why humans made their own rules They made themselves seperate from animals like wolves and tigers, and mules What's the point of elegance and making oneself's rank higher
MAGIC CARPET RIDE Come hear my heart Let the sound take you away Feel the melted kiss from yesterday.... Like a floating feather On a magic carpet ride Together
To forgive someone that's done you wrong doesnt make one happy or jolly. It just means that your forgiving for you to no longer be part of there folly. They may think that you'll always be there to take them back.
IN MY DREAM The clothes hanging on my line Are not mine Where have I been Lost again In my dream A floating stream None of the things belong to me Not that I can see
We know virtue of travelling light, let's practice that in life too Lesser the baggage we carry with us better is our journey Oftentimes we get hurt badly by those we loved and cared for
Foggy haze, cloudy days, rain drizzled from the sky. Todays a good day, no need to get caught up in the why’s. I’m grateful for this day, yesterday, and I pray to see tomorrow.
Been lost for a while, I'm missing myself. Filed a missing person's report on myself. No posters, picture on milk cartons, or hashtags. No tee shirts, search parties, or evidence bags.
No one bothered to wake up, speak, call or text to see me on my way. I don't blame them, I went my own way, I didn't have much to say. I didn't expect anyone to be different from the person they were to me yesterday.
I'm afraid to fall into my emotions, scared that the pain is too much, won’t STOP. I've been weak, but remarkable strong. If I hold this emotion in much longer my heart will STOP.
You CAN'T receive His forgiveness until you have forgiven those who have wronged you. You WON'T be able to truly accept forgiveness until you forgive yourself. Treat others how you want to be treated.
She stared into the sky above her with a fire in her eyes Days, weeks, months had passed since that day After hours sat by a window watching the rain floating heavy to the ground
PLEASE .... FORGIVE Me If I Curse To Quench My Thirst ... To Poetically Let My Speech Run FREE ..............................
I'm sorry for all the time I've made you cry And for making you loose that twinkle in your eye I'm sorry if I was the one too break your heart But fixing that is where I plan too start I'm sorry for not trusting in you That's something that I'm tr
I grew up loved Without the help of my father Though I saw him on weekends We were emotionally farther I was quiet because I didn’t know How to get involved I was told to man up
Wiped away tears from the hurt that was shed Hide the mistakes that were made on wrists because they wanted to bleed beauty As they were told they didn't make the cut
do you know the word home? do you know what it means? do you know what it smellstastessounds like? do you know what it feels
I tried to be hopeful I looked to the bright side but what do you do when the light looks right back at you with disgust? I have to keep going I shouldn't give up but wait--- Where did everybody go?
Path to the Heart She's the wave just ere it reaches its crest That perfect moment as it picks you up, right before it breaks into a beautiful surf, Reflecting the world in her eyes.
Sometimes it helps to pause a sec To bow my head and genuflect To slow my breath and just reflect On the sins of mortal men Sometimes I laugh until I cry We’re doomed to cry until we die
Don't be alarmed Your hearts in the right place. Don't be scared of making a mistake.
I buried the memory deep inside. Three years too long. Written in uncommon txt it marinates in my head. The fiery red, and the hopeful yellow. You bestow the spicy flavor I can't wash away.
Adulting Adult is a four letter word. It’s more dangerous than others Because it denotes segregation Between the old and young,
“forget your perfect offering just ring the bells that still can ring there is a crack in everything that’s how the light gets in” -Leonard Cohen
A long time ago I had found my home On the stage. But as a sophomore I just couldn't take another heartbreak. I stayed in the shadows. As the show neared
Life is like the Earth Always changing Growth, rebirth Movement, rearranging. People are like seasons Some seem to linger, to last But for whatever reason Others quickly become past.
I have been the battered woman and the abusive husband, I have been the slave and the plantation owner, I have been the starved and the obese,
From swing sets and slides To broken hearts and teary eyes From riding bikes and wishing we were older To realising it’s not as warm as we think It’s colder. When my parents first split
Every day flying by numbly, Until the day I decided the numbness coincided with failing to forgive myself I went under it, over it, around it, but never through it because that is where
I DON'T THINK, OF YESTERDAY. LET'S TO THINK, WHAT IS TODAY? SUN COMES, ALWAYS, BRAND-NEW. WHY TO SEE SUN, AS GREY.
i will never wish for you to come back. or even to visit. i will only spare my love and all good energy, but keep it at a distance.
You were like the wave, crashing into me. You were my balance. The raft that kept me afloat. A source of happiness and a piece of peace. We'd sail on our own a lot of the time.
I rewind & rewind. Again, it proves fruitless.
Light outside snapped and dipped around the old stone and the clipped clean manicured lawn. i had to look up to meet your wild hurt gaze your fury at the top of the staircase above me
Sometimes things happen that aren’t supposed to. It snows in april A weed grows in january, Winter overstays its welcome A child is born by accident.
Furiously tiny Tom with his mother out for lunch, curiously entered the family parlour to see what Scout was doing. Enduring to his plot he noticed the family dog who seemed to shout his discussion
I forgive you for breaking my heart You took a healed wound and reopened it You poured acid onto it & let it sit The pain is still there, but I forgive you I forgive you for leaving me vulnerable
A poem writen by my brother and I: Brother, how you push all my buttons, But I still love you, Sister, though you tease me, I still love you, Brother, how you aggrivate, But I still love you,
Say what you want about me, I don't give a fuck. I've tried to be rational, Now I've given up. Words can only go so far, Then you need action! I've been a good girl for too long
Our holy God, our father, most merciful,This day is closing, not a perfect end…Here I approach your throne and do pretendI am not a bad person, not sinful.My hands, Lord Jesus, I present: they are full
to you, who loved me without love: it has been so long. three years ago You were everything. had not touched me yet
Father, can you hear me? My heart in pain outcrying,I need redemption, I beg you, please, To calm my fear of dying. Father, I apologize;I lay my burdens down.For all the sin and all the lies, I’m sorry, I cry out. Father, for your grace, I thank
Dear Mom, Or Pam, I suppose. Enabling the lowest of my lows. Do you remember me? Is it the memory or the idea? Cheap wonder bread and ham, cool kids who couldn't care less.
Dear D.B., Your fingers are infantile. When I looked away, they dropped the stuffie from your warm palms and grasped the glass fairy
You said No one likes you because you cry so muchAnd I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.When you claimed that My voice My intellect--Every skill and positive trait
Throbbing is the era of peace and hunger boiled into one being You are the completeness of fatigue and hard work built over my back
Dear Earth, I need to apologize for I have hurt you. I have gone through my daily life being selfish,
Dear my old self, I wish you had the commons sense to do better, but in the end you made me better. Your pure heart and your tender ways, All you need was a little backbone and some base.
Dear you, The one I haven't forgiven. The one that broke me. The one that left me scarred. The one that keeps me up all night and my mind aimlessly wondering about what went wrong..
She felt the pressure Of a world being taken from her Everything she knew Was disappearing
Lips, beard, eyes, hands, hair, chest. I miss you. I miss our marajuana breath. My first toke, bedsand, bamboo sheets. Hold me when I cry Kisses make me weak Now I feel cheap.
Sabrina- Why Why do you lie? Why do you hide? How are you so fucking awful? I'm over it though. You're not even worth the ink. P.S. fuck you Also life is going to crash down on you-
Oh how I’ve messed up The trouble I have caused The hurt I have caused
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
Today I let go, I move pass this, No longer feeling like I need you, The apology isn´t going to change the past, So I forgive you.. After all the lies, I forgive you.
Dear (ex)stepdad, Forgiveness is suppossed to be a powerful weapon.A weapon to use for healing, for moving forward, and for forgetting But what if I can't forgive? What if I can't forget?
What good is it to first love you When love was never dealt? Why should I seek to put you first If the same has not been felt? But who am I to make that call, And desire to receive,
You are not mine but every time a new message comes in from you I want to cry not because you are being mean or rude maybe a little bit because I'm too sensitive
Mother is strength and love Father is...disappeared Mother is strength and love separation Grandparents are strength and love Mother is struggle and guilt chaos and addiction
Because I love you…. I will allow you into my heart, I will share my secrets with you, Because I know they are safe with you. I will cry in front of you.. And with you..
I hurt you. I was not fair to you. I let you down and I did not think twice. Did I mean it? Was it intentional? Did I want to cause you all that hurt?
With tears in my eyes I look into yours Our eternal lives Have been suddenly cut short Though they are closed tight A new door unlatched.
He spit ink into my throat, told me it would soothe the ache I felt. It wasn't until a week later, when my lungs collapsed, that I realized he was hurting me.
Almost forgot To write About you Could it be You’re too far? Or maybe you’ve gone As fast as morning dew Forgot to tell Of the time of us You and I I owe you one.
Him and Her. You shouldn't fix what's not broken, unless your in denial, but I don't want to admit,
Belittling Bestie Who’s Really A Beast You make me so MAD! You take my advice for granted. You don’t see how much I care about you.
what an ocean created by emotionsfears, wantsneedsmixed all togetherunable to see or pick outwhich belongs to which fishswimming alongas if nothing is wrongwhat a foresta jungle
I SO SORRY FOR WHAT I DID MY MIND IS STILL YOUNG AS A KID I CAN'T GET MY THINKING STRAIGHT I AM APOLOGIZING NOW BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE I HAD TO DO THAT BECAUSE I NEVER KNEW YOU WOULD BECOME MY WEAKNESS
Crispy-wet cotton sheets blowing Like sails Under an idyllic sky She’s wrapped in her bedding barefoot on a concrete pad
Please forgive me for what I have done, This weight on my chest weighs a ton. The life I have I fearfully regret, But what I've done I'll never forget. My arms are scarred here and there,
What do you do When you believed in something for so long And it crashed and burned But days bring it back to you In different form? How can you embrace again What you loved
Tempus Neminem Manet Time waits for no one Despite the lies you've been told There will be no more time to have fun No more time to laugh and run
I can hear him whisper in my ear, he calls my name, controls me with fear. These vile demons running in my head, live in my dreams and beneath my bed. I feel guilty.
Maturity, persistance, and forgiveness, have played major roles, of conquering the challenges of life, soo the story unfolds. A junior in high school trying to find my way,
Ten years agoWe met in school<br>I was a nerd with glasses<br>And you were overweight<br><br>High school found us much the same<br>I was no cooler, and you were no thinner<br>But you had my back, and I helped yo
It's been a long four years, each dwindling to an end a little faster than before.My last may be my last but it's all still just a first,Years and months of friends and then none.
We fought with more than fists We kissed with more than lips We loved with more than hearts And picked each other apart bit by bit So much so that when we were done Nothing was left to destroy or love
I'm sorry, That I am the way I am. I don't have to apologize for some things, But for others, I must deeply apologize. I'm sorry that I'm okay, When everythings peaches and cream,
Remember the way... Soft lips, Cherry balm,
The difference between me and black coffee Is that black coffee Didn’t choose to be Bitter
I was a little brat. I threw tantrums. I hit, bit, and scratched. I didn't care about others. I only thought about myself. I loved myself. I am alone. I isolate myself.
His Love It envelops me in happiness It makes my heart sing a song It pulls back the curtain of confusion It teaches me right from wrong It shows me the purpose of life
I try to pretend I am bullet proof, got that hard face, but just a gangster wannabe a kid with a night light and a fear of thunder strikes
It's only 5 letters but feels more like a mouthful. You've bit off more than you can chew now you're choking on it. You can't swallow your pride so you spit it out.
Soon she will march in through that door, And my head will be struck by the abrupt reminder, A painful thunderbolt reminding me of our repulsive love, The sight of her prompts the formation of indescribable feelings in me.
Walking down Eastlands in Nairobi with my head bowed and my hands pocketed at 3am has always been such a beautiful thing to me.
It has been a long tiresome day . But for some reason, I don’t want to go home . Oh, I know why I don’t want to go home yet. I need to put a few in me first.
At the end of a long day, the beautiful girl swings by her ‘friend’s’ place.
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face. No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise. He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
This day in particular Was really quite gray The guy next to me sighed Hey, you okay? I replied that I was fine I gesured him to go away Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
I hate you,why don't you just die is what I wish I could say but part of me still cares no matter how hard I try I still like you why.
It roars in your ears Pounding in your heart Feeling miserable A cloud over your head Just wanting it to leave Wanting to fix things But you know you can't There was nothing
We all get offeneded This is due to wounds that were never fully mended There is no such place on Earth where something cannot hurt us So why do we continue to fuss My heart longs for those who are hurt
Atonement The most I can do with you now is to sit on this ledge, watching everywhere. I turn to watch you stare
The Father awakened from a hibernation. The Father cooked grits and eggs. The Father cooked grits and eggs. The Father awakened from a jubilation. The Father awakened to a situation.
I’ll get you high if you want to take the climb. Ten thousand steps. Explode, land mine. Watch your feet. Ecstasy.
I'm sorry I took your time for granted I was shy but very romantic and I wish you'd understand that I loved you even more than I did myself, too
My transition into adulthood has been accompanied by a series of mistakes. I’ve failed friends in their time of need; felt the regret a little too late. I’ve sacrificed my own self worth in trade for boys handing out limitless heartaches. I’ve ind
Thank you for the help Every day I walked in to your room you looked at me with wrath Any paper I gave you, it was not good enough
Confessions I wonder if you knew how I needed you… I won’t tell you so, you know how my pride do.
these days,i find myself apologizing more and moreas if each sorry fixes the worldabsorbs the problemsabsolves people of their crimes. often times,these sorries aren’t for me.
I can’t live without him The one who brightens my day And swore to be forever on my team The one who believes in second chances
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re? It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.
Sometimes I wait, I wait for you to come knock, knock, knocking, on my door again. I wait for you to come beg me on your hands and knees for forgiveness,
I've been broken and battered Shaken and shattered I've been waiting for patience By God… I wish life was more gracious I had lost my way and couldn't see the light
I know you have said it all before I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it The fight we had last night, you called me ugly I’m sorry, you’re beautiful
Jesus, He is Lord of Lords and King of Kings,Jesus, He is the Son of God and God's Word is the truth of all things,Jesus, He is God
"The last stand was made here Where life drained the hills The last stand was made here Where many were killed The last stand was the last Though he did not stand He was hung on a cross
I love her more than I think she loves herself. I look at her and see so many things. I remember oh so well the mask she wore everyday. The smile that was plastered on her face.
is it the sweetness of a falsified mem’ry or truly sickly sweet charms? have i imagined this air, calcified in stone covered in velvet, moss harms
I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for what I’ve done to you, and I don’t know if you’ll ever stop hating me for what I’ve done to you. But after growing up a little, I understand now that that stuff is on you;
I close my eyes to see a pain that's rooted in my psyche a pain that's like a vine choking out a tree. Why, I ask, won't this pain leave me. Why, I scream, did he do this to me.
By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down there, We wept there, When we remembered we have abandoned Zion. Why are you lying to yourself? You know that lies don't last forever. The truth needs to be told.
Mother, I knew it. I knew you were the one to tell me I wasn’t good enough. It was not my teacher from fourth grade or The mysterious boy I fell in love with when I was sixteen. It was you.
Weak. I feel it.
What is one to do A view clouded by anger Heart full of sorrow
Mother tells me she loves me But I think she loves my sister the most. It’s pretty obvious, from the way
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel. My friends call me Gabe. And my father, well he hardly calls me at all. How's that for subtle? Please don't feel sorry for me.
She'll never have a problem, you’ll never see her cry.
There's a knock on my window, where it's still open, still ajar. I turn and look into your green orbs And can't help but run and help you in. I know the second I take your hands in mine
I don't understand What do your words mean? I'd like to think I know you better than to believe that it's what it sounds like You've been irresponsible for some time now
Flowers have been planted in my heart Roots intertwineing with my veins pulling them apart Seeds burrowed deep inside my chambers The planters thinking they are doing me a favor Some stay and help them grow
What is my mission? How can I inspire? I want to make a difference, but I’m just so tired.
Dear heavenly Father, I bow my head today to ask for your forgiveness for the sins I've done today. I admit that I've shown envy and I've used your name in vain. I have ridiculed my peers
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
I am a girl who puts on makeup to feel beautiful I am a girl who put extensions in her hair to feel wanted I am a girl who wear pretty dresses to feel girly
I cannot do this
Knowing every twist and turn, rise and fall,
I am the better side of darkness and the dim side of light. I didn’t KNOW my blackened heart had a sense of what was right.
"Forgiveness settles it all" they say
You judged me
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
Again. It came crashing down on my windowsil. Raking, tapping, billowing. It clouded my thoughts, yet cleared them too. It reminded me of you.
Cold plastic is what I see It’s all you will ever be Whispers and actions Divides our “family” into factions Rumors and back-stabbing Anger from her blabbing “Second family” yeah right
There's something you don't understand. Maybe it's the different lives we live Maybe it was what I was wearing
I see them down the halls Hear their hatred along the walls. Do they not care? Their words are something I cannot bare. Why must they pick on me? All I want is to let be.
You are probably wondering what I look like without a filter I have Flaws Too many to count My forehead is too big My mouth too wide My skin too dark I have black heads
You give me tears, you give me love, but there's more you do that lifts my heart, eve
You hold a grudge in your heart, because a moment in time you were offended. Even when you said it's fine, I always knew you were pretending. I can forgive but never forget, That isn't forgiveness at all.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
Reality is the harshest form of rejection. So Ill tell you while I have your attention.
Feed me, feed me, morsels to the hungry, But many times you're missing The money, the money, dollars for my tummy, To go to filling something, Out of your happenstances Circumstances, giving me money, honey,
NIght comes and goes im in a deep sleep dreaming about what happenes next i wake up tired and my long day startes i have to use public transportation to get to my destination
Walking down the halls I see it everywhere In some way shape or form bullying is going on. This needs to stop. I am but one person but my voice is heard by thousands.
I come from rice and beans The food of my people
Why should I feel lesser because you are jealous? Why should I feel like I should jump off a moving train because I have friends? Why should my best friend belittle me for making changes in my life?
Everyone has a flaw That makes them unique Every mistake Wish could retake A teacher we hate That laughs at our fate He father of lies Larks at our lives When suffer we
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden Under the mask What a clever disguise
HE'S LIVIN OFF A REPUTATION THAT HE ONCE HAD, HE DOESN'T READ HIS BIBLE ANYMORE IT JUST FADED AWAY LIKE SOME KINDA FAD. NOW IT JUST SITS IN HIS ROOM ON A DUSTY SHELF,
Ive hidden from connection for so long, kept my distance from people to supposedly save my soul But when I look back ive only hurt my self because all of them have moved on I am here still disconnected Nothing to say
If you’ve ever loved a boy who is both out of your league and culture Whatever he meant by that You would know what it’s like to sit at a dining table in a home
The sticky sweet smell of your cologne in my hair I couldn't push you off, I didn't even dare No, you didn't rape ne But what you did was just as bad Your hands down my pants, around my neck
I wake just to hear my parents argue back and forth in fear. I didn't know what was going on. As I listen, they yell at my sister... every denial from her made my dad angrier.
You everything I hoped you would not becomeAnd nothing like you promised you would not be But now, you live within me
Didn't think I'd feel pain like this again. And I know it's happening 'Cause everyone's congratulating the pain that I can put to song. Was it worth it? I don't know, Wanted so hard
Be strong And if I witness a close death. Be strong, for It will strengthen my belief that it was their time and the works of god are never wrong. And if I am ever befriended,
Heavy hearted I can barely breath Some how it seems like you're choking me... With lies and deceit That you do I hope and pray I do not lose my life..... Which you wanted to control
We were two minds into oneYour fight was mineMy tears shed through your eyesWe believed that our strings would never be cutUntil I shredded it to peices and walked away
I'm amazed every day by the things you do.... When all goes wrong ..I lift my head and look to you For all the things you've gotten me through i knowest not what else to do?
It’s a love/hate thingThat I wish I could stop.It’s a Cinderella dreamThat I wish I could swap
You irritate me. You touched your daughter. Actually, you touch not just yours, but God’s! You sick and twisted man. You try your hardest to get it in
I told my friends we can get it. All we got to do is stay with it. As long as we're writing for the Lord we'll stay connected to him by our spiritual umbilical cord Jesus. Yeah, we'll go hard everyday trying to make somebody else's life better.
How do I explain? How would YOU explain? When he doesn't show up, when he's always late. How do you explain to her, she's not even 8.... Here's How: When she's jumping up and down cause she can't wait
I write allot of letters to you. All letters ill never send. I try not to cry while writing theses letters. Its stupid to cry over a boy. But i cant help it. One single thought of you..of us tears me me apart.
DISCLAIMER: This is my work and I have posted this on other sites and as a video. I did some minor editing.
he takes all i have and all he leaves behind is my regret and sorrow that has remained for quite some time i fade to ashes in the wind when his words singe away my pain
Why is 'i' before 'e' except after 'c'?
Oh how I wish I could change the past. the mistakes I've made Are too numerous to count. I have failed too many times. I have disappointed others, And I have disappointed myself.
The girl and the woman
The wise old man is believed insane, the fool laughs first. What an ironic suffling of the dealer's deck, what sad misconceptions accepted by billions. Fact is fiction, but fiction is fact.
Tick Tick Tick Tock Tock Tick Tock Tick Time envelops a room Swallows it whole Each passing second accompanied by a strum of hopelessness A crack in the blinds Lights aglow
Just Smile. That was all I was told as a child.
My self infliction makes me second guess my so-called addiction Eeleven stiches to match my eyes, they heard my cries When I was in a denial of my proclaimed suicidal state of mind And on my arm the devil signed
I ask for forgiveness, I am not worthy
Take me out of this mindset;help me forget myself and what I can never be.
And then I see him.
And then I see him. Bound to his mistakes, Regret written across hs smiling lips. Even in a suit of orange, His eyes still shine with hope. The big man speaks. Argument not heard,
That moment when we are at our necks
Why do you judge me like you know me? What did I ever do to you? I just don’t understand How the people around me have gone so mad. I did nothing to deserve your hate.
Make sure they've never heard it.
The wind whispers dark secrets, That I should not have told; As I set free my emotions, And let go of the old. Now I cannot capture the wind. Nor the words caught in it,
The whole world longs for forgiveness, or to be able to forgive one that has done wrong and to feel that everything is right once again however, not everything is solved with simple words.
Crying in the bedroom Ready to end it all Bet you don’t know How far you’ve made me fall Your cruel words, Those evil taunts, All the things you said that I haven’t forgot
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable, Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable. I've always wanted to travel the world, Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
My Dearest Isabella, I am dead, but my words will live on. One day, my book will find you, In that book, are the pages of my life. Those pages, represent memories I once had. The pages contain words,
Mikki and Church It might’ve been her Or the life I lived, But the results were all the same. When I moved to this city It wasn’t just another move, It was the start to a dream
This is for the girl
I know that you yearn for my forgivenesswithout you even knowing.And I want you to know that I attempt to do soevery night that you don't careand every morning that you curse my name.
Confusion on a silver platter served up quite nicely for all to enjoy. Or rather to think of in a derogatory way within themselves. The case may vary, as many grow weary.
The world is notBlack and whiteIt's gray -Millions of shades of itAnd it's hard to knowWhat's rightAnd wrongAnd what's in-betweenIn that gray area
Given this simple question one would answer, "Logan square of course." Look a little deeper and you might answer, "well he lives in Logan square, but really he's much closer to Humboldt park."
Together, we can break every chain holding us back. This black on black crime will one day end.
Love is forever Love is fleeting Love is kind Love is harsh Love is ease Love is hard Love takes time Love makes time fly Love is fragile Love is enduring
I am tired of him looking at me in bed and seeing you. You slip under my sheets the way you slip into his mirror haunting, daunting, daring him to turn into you. But he is not you.
I thought I had forgotton Now I'm told to forgive Will I ever be able to live To be able to look a dream in the face To be able to face you and not hate I imagine your face and look to see Who you are?
I open the window and my hairs stand on end. The clouds hang low and the tree branches bend. Triumphantly the wind sings; WHOOSH! comes its longing tune. This is one of my favorite things,
When she created her first poem She wrote it for you She always thought of you The paper crisp and white Just like her soul Her blood flowed through her words
I used to look down a lot My head full of melancholic thoughts And myself so weighed down I could not stand up. In fact I was falling, deeper and deeper into a depression
Sister, how could you fly away?
When I look out the window and see the leaves blowing, I wish I could float away from all the mess I've created. All the pain I have caused, all the stress I need to escape from. My breath is shallow, my heart is aching I cant hold back from the
Dear my love, whose name is unknown I’ve encrypted my unspoken words onto this heart of stone Each waking hour, each restless night, every passing moment all a paradigm
You just wanna fall on your knees and ask for forgiveness Even though you know they aren't gonna give it to us So you think back to the first attack and you wonder: 'Was I right or was I wrong?'
Good thing our tears Will fade into the rain No evidence of the emotions That show all your pain The flash of the lightning And crackle of the thunder Truly no care left in the world
How come when a white looking Hispanic man kills a black boy it's all over the news, When, African American is killing African American. Sometimes they are boys, Six and seven!
You're convincing, but it comforts me to know that you're not always right. Feelings and opinions aren't factual. They're important, but they aren't facts. And you're wrong sometimes. We're human.
If I tell you how I feel, You'll laugh at my joke. You'd tell me that I'm stupid, and leave me here alone. Deserted in the desert, Crowded in the streets. I've fallen into your eyes, lies, & shame.
THe last thing you have on your mind At a time such as this Given tothose who ask for it Maybe not to those who deserve it sometimes you find its hard to give
"You cant change who you've become" This phrase doesn't apply to you literarlly but figurativley its who you've made your self known to others That DOESN'T mean you cant change yourself for the better...or for the worst
Help me believe that youre the right man for my heart..help believe that you can stand to be the mother of my future childrens...
A man brought me into this world and left me. The woman of courage brought me up; my mother. She has given me the courage to succeed. Dad where were you when I needed you.
Now I could just leave you out of the listthat I madeof princessesOr decide to giveyour princess to youas an ironic thinglike saying,here ‘princess’you self-righteous brat
Gentle rain pattering outside,streaks of water tricklingdown the pane of glass.Listen.The shrill squeakas her hand slowly sliddown the window.Wishingshe could just claw her way
What’s a beginning? The first, a start? For I believe in no beginning to this art. I have written these same words, felt these same feelings. I have painted these same problems and colored in my same solutions.
i made a mistake i made a mistake i made a mistake i made a mistake no...it was my fault the words you howl in pure disgust the words i take in and attempt to digest
Time ran outI stood stillFelt full of doubtLooked out of the windowsill And as I thoughtA little moreI heard a knockingAt my door
Her tears were almost as rare as her smile Her world of color was stricken with black Her eyes crept with tears as they did A tactful guile As her face she hid But each time in the corner
I am from a picture perfect world Where everyone has to be a certain size Where children are growing up to realize That their size is not acceptable That they must change how they look To fit in.
I can't believe I was so blind, To see the mistakes I made, To see all the chances I could have taken, To see all the things that went wrong, To see all the things I could have prevented.
this place you call home, well it’s burning you down find a place for change, take a chance, invent hope you’re more than what you do and where you are you’re beautiful.
Morning comes and sunlight shatters her placid sleep. Six years old, and she dreads the dawn to awake in the family where she’s told she doesn’t belong. The cold morning air bites
You say you are sorry, / And leave. / Which adds to my burdens, / I heave. / You say "I love you," / Then stab, / The sensitive heart, / I do have. / You say that you want me. / Ignored, / As I pour myself out, / On the floor.
Walking down a dark alley street I see the reapers shadow following me Never lived more than sixteen years Those blood spattered walls soaked up more than my tears Standing at heavens golden gates
You haven't talked to me in weeks And I'm damn sure it's my fault or another As I watch the sky stratify Into blues from cerulean to robin's egg And the people I pass are just shades in a jaded life.
when i was little, i was lonelyi looked for people like me -i found you, and you were greatfor a while at least.
Loud were the sirens crying outand loud was the body that wanted to be let outWanted to be free and do whatever it pleasedNot knowing the regrets that it would reap.Loud were the warning bells that seemed to shout.
It is like the biting into the core of a cold,chilled lemon, the realization leaving its memory to taste like a deep, salty, sore. It holds and grabs, a needle piercing deeply against your skin, my skin
The still water ripples out Air rushes against my frigid face So still, the water, so calm. So unlike the flight symptoms of running; Pulsating through my veins. The story of my life.
I saw Saint Mark in her room, my mother told me, beside Bible verses, embroidered pillows, a picture of Jesus holding her in his arms, all 89 pounds. Miriam was 15, my mother began, before she melt into a coma,
So I woke up one day and wondered where I was headed because I can't look back my past it has been embeded No time for regrets so I gotta keep moving but ironically I can't move because my past wasen't soothing
Stop trying so hard And just relax Take each day slowly And give love back Life is short And terribly long Painfully bitter Yet a beautiful song
So long have I tarried in it, That thick stuff they say is laughter. But I hear the bitterness Behind it. How cruel it can be- Loud and harsh. And all this time I didn’t- Wouldn’t-
My father is a great father right up to his betrayal of me and his interpretation of my self image. My father was once my favorite man up until I decided to make my own choices. My father
Left on the streets,All alone,Peer through the windows,But no one's home.Cry on the door steps, See all the stares,Praying for help,But no one cares.Beg for forgiveness,
When you feel like giving up, And you just want to die. Remember all the people you love, And who would want you to try. When everything is going wrong, And life seems like a sad song.
I forgot Those times I sat on my bed and cried, And sobbed my losses after all I tried And you sat by my side and held me tight You spoke comforting words to make things right.
So you ask me why I write... You want to know why I do what I do? So here, how about I give you a clue, I am an emotional volcanoe just waiting to erupt, but not in the way you may think, I don't live to dectruct
In the absence,a state of mind is created to thwart,a powerful enemy one faces toward his creators.Although blood is entangled within a knot of memories.
Blessings can come in all shapes and sizes, But I think God also likes to send them in disguises, That what looks like a hurricane And is overflowing with pain
We hide the smoke that lights the vicious days As tree tops block heat by burning green leaves. I raise my head and bring my hands to pray For the forgiveness from what He perceives.
Children running, playing, No worries or commitments. Carrying on as if they have been friends forever You would never know they just met.
It’s really sad when someone feels that death is the only to finally find peace. It felt like I had hit a brick wall when I found out that you had taken your life.
My mouth was a cathedral in which you loved to confess your sins. My thighs were the alter at which you knelt within,but it was never you who was supposed to be on their knees, as you told me.
Being gay? They say it's a crime. They say it's a birth defect. They say it will change over time. I want to know who "they" are. I want to know what gives them this right.
Forgive me for my heart can only take so much I never expected this would be so tough You must of took it pretty rough Forgive me for my love for you is never ending I should of never stopped defending
What’s hard enough to chip a diamond? I don’t know, but I’m pretty cracked. Yet I have learned to refract trials and tribulations into ROY-G-BIV’s of hope and celebration.
As long as you got breath in those bones, as long as blood runs warm There’s still a chance, a chance to make things right. You don’t have to pull yourself together He holds the glue to put your pieces back
"Daddy?" "Yes, Sweetheart" "I love you" I write for the one who gave me brown hair and eyes, For the one who sang me my favorite lullabies. The swing set he built, my rocking horse by hand,
Hell is his empty syringe And the searing pain of his emptiness. Hell is the heat of the absence That grows hotter in his presence. Hell is the tears that evaporate
I know I wasn't supose to tell anybody about us, but i'd give anything to have your lips against mines once more. I hope you forgive me. Can we start over...? Or will there be no other option? I know I will sit and think on this for many of days.
Skeletons in my closet Sticks and stones may break my bones but skeletons will always constrain me to be insecure, pierce into what's pure. Mind effed me into a nose bleeding positioned Pursue the lure of a stench,
When I look at my reflection I see a strangers face in shame this image doesn't help my pain. My shattered heart can beat no more. I must keep in these bitter tears. Where is the light in this darkness?
Hating on someone, that's easy. Forgiving on that someone is hard to do. How can forgiving be so hard? Well how can I forgive that person? That one I always hate from the face to the name.
"A Father's Farewell" The final day unknown, When hate transforms to tears, Farewell. The indestructible bond like duct tape rips, As time intoxicates a heart so vile.
My father reeks of leather and old books I love to smell that scent while we tattle Society may call us paranoid shnooks But we know they are only mere cattle No good times do I know of my young years
But I love him. Of course I do. I love him more than the world. But that isn't real love. No. My love is just a phase. A test of my parents will. Because why would i love him? I'm only a boy.
The emotions inside are astounding My heart is racing, beating, pounding... The words to say, things to do Are right in front of you What almost was, what could have been
I hope to dance in a wide open field And spin around waiting for the rain to fall; No wish for an umbrella as a shield; Waiting for my lover's enchanted call. I hope to perform In a coffee shop,
He’s with you when you’re living your own Paradise, Your life driven by your own will and having God’s plan on Paralyze, Don’t seem to realize your Paradise is really a Pair of Lies,
I can never love you Because you hurt me One too many times But I will always love you Because at one time You were mine And I was yours, Or so I thought You never told me
The truth of forgiveness is a loving embrace: once seeming lost, warm radiant beheld of passive serenity gathered its force.
I've got this friend His name is Jesus He gave me a brand new life All because He loves me Ive got this friend His name is Jesus He died on a cross because All because He loves me
Stranger Danger, danger stranger, momma always told me beware of strangers I bet she never thought her husband would strangle her! The last memory I had of you, was when I was two
So much pain So much violence So much suffering So much senselessness. People killing People hating People running People dieing.
I promised I would only talk of true love if it really existed. I promised myself, when I was young, that I would only love someone if I knew they would never break my heart. I waited so long for that person to come.
This generation is desperate for you Lord, Lost in the ways of the world Misguided and misjudged, Without you, we become what we are called. We're in need of your love, We bow down at your feet
Home is where the heart is. Home is Heaven too. You have my heart, So does that mean Heaven is you?
Could you look me in the eyes? My mistake is easy to repair! Don't treat me so coldly, do not despise Simply because the crack was large.
Sins, mistakes, sorrow, and grief. Forgiveness, mercy, hope, and love. I am human and have sinned; I have made mistakes which created sorrow and grief.
I was once untouchable, until he touched me and took everything. All he had to do was lift a finger to cast my soul dead. Tears would not flow but blood would shed because We were no longer equal.
the cool water from the ocean is refreshing. as it touches my skin, i feel my sins being lifted. i pray to the heavens to release me from this torture, to be free and clean again.
To say what I haven't… To whisper the words that I could not say I forgot the way we use to once be… The connections that use to be had… The bonds we use to share I lost them. I strayed from the path…
A boy sits alone in his closet. Enmity splattered walls. His heart, so open to love, is beginning to wither and fall. But what, I should think, makes him live in these walls, is a secret to me,
I wish to find myself among the angels, I wish to die a martyr, I wish for God to forgive my sins, And for the soft mold of forgiveness to cool my scarred hands, I wish that I could forgive myself,
I am not just a number for you to process I have feelings. Nothing you say can change how I feel. Just because you think you can shut me up with words hate violence secrets
Understand that none of us will be able to make things better. We can never feel another’s pain. Their sorrows are exclusive and will harvest an abyss. Nobody can get them out.
My name is subject to change; I stray among the others, freezing in their shadows. This beating; the beating of my heart. Pulsating with courage. These trembling hands, they'll be the hands of a hero.
Do you ever wonder, Dear, When you see the children here, Why you never joined their play? Why you never saw the day? Why the golden sun above Never touched your cheek, my Love?
EVERYDAY I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND HATE WHAT I SEE WHO I REALLY AM IS LOST SOMEWHERE IN ME. I’VE MADE MISTAKES WHEN I DIDN’T LISTEN TO MY HEART NOW EVERYTHING IMPORTANT HAS QUICKLY FALLEN APART.