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I dont feel nervous

Yet you make me trip stumble fall

Over every

Word wurd werd wierd

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Help others speak up but dont steal their voice

Hold their hand, dont lead the way

Stand by their side, not

In front

#help others

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“Quiet, yet wild. Rough, and yet gentle,”

— Sylvia Plath, Child

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I’m sad as fuck again and these tears just won’t come out. So there’s this huge void inside of me.

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You kissed me in the mist and it was the first time in forever

#i was dying

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Next Year

Hey you, Look what’s ahead, Who knows what’s coming, Probably something exciting.

He has gone, and  now you’re at peace. He leaves wounds but time blesses you and you will heal.

She is still here, and Her, And Her and Her.

Them babes have dragged you kicking and screaming, Through years you never wanted to see but, Not this one, this is linked in arms.

You can also do this alone, if pushed and shoved. You know that now You have grown, bloomed, blossomed.

Emotions come in waves, Not to tame, To ride.

Whatever this year brings, you face head on eyes open, fists, clenched and smiling.

#trying to be positive without being soppy is an absolute chore #poems #poetry #mental health #writerscreed #support

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““You were merely wishing for the end of pain, the monster said. Your own pain. An end to how it isolated you. It is the most human wish of all.””

— Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

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You are breathtaking

You are untouchable

You are a star

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It was never them, it was only you

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Is this a breakdown? Yes.

Am I coping? Kinda °----°

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Regrets are selfish. I only want to change what I have done or said. Never once have I thought how things would be different if you said anything else.

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If I have to watch you stealing one more glance with them and not me, I'll cry till I have nothing left

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Blossom

There is hope, it’s right there

Under your nose, silly.

There is more than this.

So much is happening

Behind closed doors.

Open your eyes and look

The blossom has lasted a bit longer this spring

And there’s more to come.

#poem #poetry #writerscreedchallenge #writerscreed #poems #hope #what they cannot see #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #13cupsofteareblog

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Now

Before, when things were hard,

They were terrible and overwhelming

  Now, you are strong, you are kind,

You are happier and you can get through.

 Before, time carried on as you waited,

Content with being left behind and forgotten.

 Now, you race with time playfully,

You skip when you can and walk when you must.

 Before, everything was too much,

Now, you strive for more. 

#poem #poetry #poems #13cupsofteareblog #writerscreed #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts

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Cheers

Thank you to that stupid pool in France

Who tried to keep me under the water, suspended, aged four.

  Thank you to the car

Who saw me before I saw it.

  Thank you to the words that shot through

Sharp and filled with venom.

  Thank you to the fucking grey cloud

That loomed over me for too many years.

  Thank you to the scars on my arms and my legs

Which healed and will one day fade.

  I can’t decide if my thanks are sincere

Or bitter.

  Either way I am grateful to be here,

Stood on the other side where the grass is greener.

#poem #poetry #poems #cheers #thank you #gratitude #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts