I rise, Poetry by Amber Agha

Genre: Relationship

There are men who will steal your light
They trick you and break you
They take you and bring you to your knees
where they want you
There are men who get you to hate all you are
There are men who get you to lose yourself so much
That death seems the only way to re gain self

I dont hate these men
Thats the plan of the darkness
I dont want revenge and dont say all men are like this
I wont close my heart and shut down
I shall rise again
I shall fly again
I shall soar high
I shall reclaim all I am
I shall sing loud and bright
And celebrate the huge heart in me
That saw the signs
Knew this would hurt
but still jumped in
Not because Im weak or stupid
Not because I didnt have a choice
I had plenty of options
But because I believed in you
In your soul to rise above the temptation to play the templates of the past
Because my heart knew I could withstand this and would come out more alive
That to die again and again
Makes me immortal
Your crash and burn
Made me immortal
I rise and rise and nothing shall ever bring me down again
Where will you be when I rise this high?
You missed out on seeing me this fly
You missed out on the magic to come
And I dont pity you I dont hate you
I feel for your heart too scared to love a woman like me
But I will still love you from up here
I still love you
I have that much in me I can die and be broken come alive and still love you
Do you see what you had and let go of?
Shame for you

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The Caveman, Poetry by Simon Widdop

Genre: Relationship

The Caveman

We had an argument
not a big all guns blazin’ my mother was right about you argument
just a silly one
that made me regress
retreat to my cave
where I consulted with the great oracle YouTube
he slid over his recommendations
topping the bill

John Lennon and Yoko Ono on love | Blank On Blank | PBS Digital Studios

Five and half minutes later
I realised the Universe itself had channelled Lennon to me
to sit in front of me
slap me across the chops and say

‘ere lad you’re better than this, get out of this grump, go show that
beautiful
feisty
sassy
quick witted
Venus Incarnate
woman
that you absolutely adore her
you daft sod

So I did
but there’s a catch
a twist

I don’t want to love you like John loved Yoko or how Sid loved Nancy or how Johnny loved June or even how my own Dad loves my Mum.
I’ll love you how you deserve to be loved
not some fairytale “and they lived happily ever after”

I want the grit, the drunk calls when you’re out with the girls (and the obligatory holding of your hair whilst you’re in deep conversation with the toilet bowl with a glass of water on hand), the crack of dawn work day starts, that road trip down Route 66 we always talk about, to be finally able to kick your ass on Mortal Kombat, the “babe you’re too warm move over, wait come back I want a cuddle, ugh move over I’m too warm, wait come back and cuddle me”, I want to be able to reach a compromise on the choice of the Saturday night takeaway, I want that slight awkwardness when I think that you’ve sussed me trying to slyly inquire about your ring size. I want to be able to spend time in a random vegan cafe that we find just down that slightly dodgy looking alley but it does really nice lemon drizzle cake and serves that cat poop coffee that’s all the rage in San Francisco (allegedly)

I am going to give you the world over
I do love you
just let me show the caveman
how to water the bonsai tree

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#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO, Poetry by Iiafiam Immortal

Genre: Relationship

#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO by Iiafiam Immortal

Flash backs caused by a  back flash through  a camera lens as the butterfly knife performs a Ballarat parawet, yet no actual reversal of time.

There is no 1.21 giggawatt flux capacitor and doc emmit with a Shelby to correct The past ,and that’s fine.

Only my unlikely  future endeavors  have formulated in My brain cell  chemistry lab of hope, That resides in the entire non-motor anterior region of the frontal lobe.

My beloved cerebellum triggers emotions,
that makes me  curse  the brain stem responsible for sending air in and out of noses.

I’ve jumped springs to get to this level of chemical imbalance beams where one slip has lead to a plethora of broken dreams without a team to applaud my losses, and a  artificial brain is no substitute worthy enough to stop the referees forfeit.

You see A thousand cuts wasn’t a form of Lingchi torture It was My unconventional way to release the endorphins that powers my euphoria.

Cuddos to my insanity for finding a way to clear my vision as I travel on the road that will eventually lead to my  suicide.

To the untrained eye a push up of the  skin could make one weaker.

To the trained eye a push up of the skin could bring strength in the presence of a self mutilation seeker. Bravo brain, Bravo!

Because you are the most remarkable feature,
In the anatomy of this creature.

Giving oneself  enough sense to take its  own life when the fire surrounds the steeple, and that is why i I love you.

I love you so much I would like to saw the skull That covers you, pull you out, look at you, kiss you and then smush you.

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R.I.P William, Poetry by Vashaun D Baker

Genre: Death, Relationship

R.I.P William by Vashaun D Baker

Life….well young friend

You couldn’t out run that blimp In a race car

On a highway with clear roads because the bridge brakes at an incline

Launched into the sky through rings of fire like dare devil Evel Knievel without a wind chime, Or a cricket…silence!

Let see him out run death today,

And if he doesn’t he still deserves the up most praise,

Because who can say they went to the level he did to put a smile on someone’s face.

Shhh quite!  listen to the onlookers hearts beat simultaneously ,

Almost like the sound of a drum in the percussion section of a marching band.

The man who screamed “I hope he dies!” Was beating and removed from the stands.

How dare you wish death upon a beautiful man.

Only supporters fill these seats,

And if that man was to die In that car I could mention the names of multiple people who would rather have started that ignition sequence.

Thoughts have traveled a million miles per hour while our hero sits in the sky ,

Then at the clap of a hand of someone who thought he would survive,

he lands with a blown out tire,

Because the car landed with to much pressure on one of its sides,

And as everyone covers their mouths and begin to rise,

the automobile begins to ribbon twirl like an Olympic medalist with gold in front of her eyes,

But the actual gold was inside,

Rushed to the hospital you can almost imagine the chants from outside,
Fight! Fight! fight! fight! Fight! Fight!

Until the Window closes.

Now all he hears is the beautiful whispers from the ones standing on his left and sitting on his right.

Beep, Beep, Beep ,Beep,Beep, beep

Almost to the same rhythm of the one outside,

Yelling Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

He lost his life, but reminded us of ours

Another successful night – Vashaun D Baker

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My Daughter, My Delight, Poetry by Khan Mohd

Genre: Relationship

My Daughter, My Delight by Khan Mohd

Life was dull though no dent was visible on her face

It was slightly scary though no shrill was making me shiver

But everything was in pause, deadlocked and standstill.

 

On one chilly evening, I was ambling outside the labour room

Suddenly, I heard the call of life warped in a warm and soft blanket

When I hold her, I realised that the life rests in a blissful innocence.

 

Her beaming eyes were powerful enough to illuminate my senses

And her warmth was stimulating enough to make me alive once again

Since then I have been living with a pious delight, the life, my daughter.

 

Surprisingly, it was not the borrowed happiness, it was a gifted smile

A daughter is always dear to her dad and always close to his heart                                                            A daughter is enough to make you proud and happy.

 

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YEARNING, Poetry by Kapil Joshi

GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS

YEARNING by Kapil Joshi

a long cherished dream

perceived,protected

through

fallacies of perception…

protected,perceived

by

the walls

raised

through

the fallacies

of

a dumb mind….

an enemy

and

a friend

at

the same time

embracing

the light

of

longing

of

an emblazoned heart

now empty

now full

of

love…

just

another

long cherished dream

 

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The Gift, Poetry by Jo Anne Kennedy

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

The Gift by Jo Anne Kennedy

You gave me a gift
Which I freely took
Making mistake after mistake
But always knew
I would be forgiven

However it still pained me
I lived with the guilt
Which only means,
That the gift you gave me
Wasn’t fully accepted

I am sorry for my ignorance
For living with a closed mind
Yet still an open heart
I selfishly received
But never freely gave

I need now to change
To realise how wonderful
The gift I have been given
That mistakes made
Are freely forgiven

I need to now see
What grace really means
Yes, it’s a gift I’ve received
But it’s also for me to be
To forgive those who have hurt me

Forgiveness is hard
Yet I have been forgiven
Seventy seven times seven
So why is it hard?
For me to fully forgive

I need to start afresh
To wipe the slates clean
To treat other people
With the grace I’ve been given
And to love anew each day

Jo Anne Kennedy
July 2016

 

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I am here to tell you…, Poetry by Kris

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

“I am here to tell you…” by Kris
(letter too self)

you are NOT your disorder.
no matter what anyone tells you,
it DOES NOT define you.
CHOOSE to acknowledge this

you are NOT your label.
labels are mis-leading,
they are only useful for the proper professionals,
and, of course, insurance companies.
DO NOT let it hold you back,
restrict you or toss you to the side.
your label cannot taste the salty air,
smell the sweet scent of spring coming,
see the stars shining so brightly,
hear the sounds of birds chirping,
or feel the love you are so capable of giving and so worthy of receiving.

you are NOT your symptoms.
symptoms are fleeting,
they may not even adequately describe the human being which lay beneath.
they do NOT make you bad or dirty, or to be shamed by the ignorant.
do not let it determine your beliefs or impede on your dreams,
chose to believe and please, please chose to dream anyway.

you are not your challenges.
challenges are just that–challenges.
choose to see them as a gift,
a gift meant to show not DISability, but ABILITY.
believe it or not, we ALL have challenges.
they are opportunities to overcome,
not inspire but despite.
choose, not to succumb, but persevere and surpass,
to show all that glitters and the wonders you keep hidden within.

in fact, my dear one, you are not even your diagnosis,
but SO MUCH MORE then any of this
you are MORE then what others’ may CHOSE to see,
even more then what you may chose to see.

YOU are more empathic, caring, and compassionate because of it.

You are not limited, but limitless,
You are not inadequate, but adequate beyond all measure.
You are not unkind, but so kind.
You do not lack empathy, but feel it so easily.
You do not lack understanding, because you know what its like.
Yes, my friend, you are PERFECT…IMPERFECTLY PERFECT.

You are not untouchable, unreachable, or unloveable.
You are so easily touched, you may have to take a break at times.
It may take a little longer, a different journey, or a gentle knowing,
but you are so very reachable.
AND my little one,YOU ARE SO VERY INCREDIBLE.

You DO NOT belong in a box.
In reality my brother/sister, parent/child, friend/aquantiance , or even stranger…
YOU, yes YOU,
are SO VERY BRAVE and SO VERY LOVED.

 

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Dating Lesson, Poetry by Marcie Tau

Genre:  Love, Relationship

 

Dating Lesson by Marcie Tau

 

It began with a smile and glance

Then he asked me to dance

We walked along the beach

Love seemed within reach

 

Could he be the one

Or were we just having fun

It was official date number four

We kissed at my door

 

Tonight he followed me in

He could tell by my grin

That I would say yes

And he began to undress

 

As he took off his clothes

Major B. O. went up my nose

I thought I would die

From the smell of this guy

 

I needed a plan

To get rid of this man

It was hard to breathe

I prayed he would leave

 

I blurted it out

No it was more like a shout

I didn’t want to be mean

But I was turning green

 

He left angry and sad

I was relieved yet felt bad

I grabbed the Lysol and the Glade

What a mistake I almost made

 

I’ve stopped dating for a while

But all it would take is a smile

To open my heart

And again I would start

 

Men, let this be a lesson to you all

If you want a woman to fall

Before the date, within the hour

Use deodorant and take a shower

 

 

 

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Melody, Poetry by Alex Pauley

Genre: Relationship, Romance

 

Melody by Alex Pauley

 

The melody my heart plays is a ragged tune that is not easy on the ears, as it holds all the broken pieces of me with it.
The memories of past mistakes, the pain of love loss, the regret that stays with me until my eyes close at night,
this is the melody that my crying heart wishes to play, as if it’s a call for help.
It wishes to be touched and to be restrung once again, as if it had never been broken at all;
It seeks to be heard and in turn be told great things, it craves tenderness and devotion that it has never known,
my heart plays a sad song, a song of regret, a song of sorrow, a song of depression, a song of joy, a song of sweet memories.
it cannot help, but to play what it feels, all it can do is express those feelings that are pent up within,
the melody may be off and hard to listen to, but it is one that is ever playing, whether ignored or unheard.
It shall continue playing that sharp off-key tune, until it receives the care it needs.

 

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