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[ruangsuaraku]

every pain comes with purpose,instead blaming your own self for something bad happen to your life better to accept it all as a lesson for making you become more peaceful and wise person

@ruangsuaraku

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[avoidintellect]

My emotions are flowing

And I'm not sure How's it going

But I stitch on happy

And nod gladly

Although I'm confused

Sick of being the one who's used

The problem is within

Depth of my memory

See it starting to slide

But where can I run and hide

I'm ashamed, but you blame pride

It's weird, no matter how much I obide

They say these rules are for everybody

But I constantly feel like I'm nobody

See why I don't think they apply to me

It's a mess

Yes, I must confess

Nothing good in this hood

Hooded down and self esteem to match

Avoiding any emotions I may catch.

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[yougottalovepoetry]

Let Me Breathe, Let Me Bleed

A/N: Wrote this little free verse poem for my poetry. Leans a little political towards the end, but I stand by my work 100%. Enjoy! :) 

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fuck.

i did not expect it to hit as hard as a wrecking ball. tears brimming in my eyes, my lips pressed together, to hold back the silent curse I held for the clock that only read 8:30 am.

fuck.

was it supposed to hurt so much? was this what ALL of womanhood would be like? once a month.... every month... twelve times a year. i’m almost certain that I did not ask Santa for this for Christmas nor whatever mystical being thought women deserved such pain. what a nightmare.

fuck.

my mother told me that I was grown up now. but i wished so dearly that I could grow down instead. the giggles that would escape the boys mouths each time I pulled a pad out less secretly than I planned to, would ring in my ears for years to come. i wasn’t just a woman now, I was a joke that reoccured every 30 days. The changes in my body were a mockery to those around me.

fuck.

i was unaccustomed to shame until now. a natural body function was now a public embarrassment if anyone could tell what time of month it was. my “disgusting” period had no place in discussion unless it was in discussion as to why it’s necessary to classify a tampon as a “luxury item” and why it should be taxed as such.

fuck

i didn’t realize that men cared so much, for my uterus anyway. or at least, they only seemed to care when my period  doesn’t  come. the slight disgust they held as boys had morphed into hatred as i refused to give them authority over a part of me that no one owned besides myself.

fuck

who knew bleeding once a month would create a monster such as this? who knew that becoming a woman would be one of the hardest things I’d experience? or even just simply living

in a world such as this one?

fuck

leave... let me breathe let me bleed. that is simply what i ask but will anyone listen? will the world ever listen?

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[00zbby]

@jehovahhthickness

. @j

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[northwesthipster]

‪& he said to me, “we all have skeletons in our closets, but let me help you pack up the bones, sew together the skin. I want to scent you with lily’s rather than place them on your casket” ‬

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[kinkyanica-blog]

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[theprojecteduniverse-blog]

The Silent Siren (Draft)

My father once told me sirens bring song and joy but cripple and destroy,

His words resonated like symbols in my chest but never emulated to my mind,

As I slept in the forest and walked through the rain I was overtaken,

Rather than hearing, I felt a song, pulling at my heart,

My ears filled with intriguingly beautiful silence, deeply awakening my soul,

My comatose awareness enlightened as notes ensnared my eclipse,

The waning command flowed forward as my mind resonated on the words of my father,

A carcass on the side of my path warned as a bird picked at flesh,

The time to choose the same destination slept and passed the cryptic nurturing notes,

Oceans rose, overtaking and unrelenting,

I looked for my lighthouse and followed the persuasive light unknowing its absence,

The sun warming and settling my restlessness, covering me with calm truth,

My chest was wrapped in sunshine and covered with bliss,

The rose piercing with elaborate thorns of beauty,

Dreaming of reality the symbols clapped and the drums boomed,

My addiction raged, living, breathing, for song and joy,

The words of my father echoed in my skull, despising what I must do, loving the fall towards the shallow meadow,

The night creeping along, darkness slowing encapsulating, light never returning,

Uncaring, the friend sang of romance and love offering comfort and safety to lean on,

Eyes observing, ears absorbing, skin accepting, fingers dancing, tasting the fragrance of abyss,

Her smile was a mirage that I gladly drank from, her eyes a disguised pit that I jumped into,

The illusion of love warmed my heart, quenched my thirst, and satisfied my appeal with vacant substance,

The price of vicious, savage passion sought to dismantle everything of value but still I persisted,

Proudly walking into the cave, the rains of distraught brought upon me a wave of despair,

I reached out for her hand and bent my brow towards my friend’s shoulder,

Alas, the friend’s face withered, the once beautiful, strong features turned to another,

My crutch broke, my back blew, and my legs bent as I bowed before black fear and uncertainty,

Lost, afraid, and alone, the symbols rang throughout the cave, bouncing off the enclaves, surrounding me with abysmal justice,

I knew, I knew,

He chose the wrong path and there I sat, screaming in silence a sound that will never be heard,

He passed a corpse, a bird picking at my flesh,

My father knew, I knew, he knows,

Me too, him too, too late.

-From V

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[maddieloveshotpink-blog]

My Advice for Everyone (spoken-word piece)

If someone wrongs you,

Prove that you can right yourself.

If someone loses faith in you,

Give yourself faith.

If someone tells you that you can’t,

Prove them wrong and do it!

If someone gives you a setback,

Dare yourself to push yourself forward!

If you’re afraid,

Face your fear head-on.

If you make a mistake, 

Make your amends;

And mean them.

How we deal with our rock-bottom moments,

Make or break us as people.

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[sonyskyz]

(via The wonders of words)

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[mikexbasel]

Ain't nothing simple than reaching your highest temple on the greatest peaks of your mind. katttwang

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[yougottalovepoetry]

Once Upon A Time (Spoken Word)

A/N: I have yet to perform this piece, but I’m thinking about doing it in my poetry class at some point this semester. Let me know what y’all think. :)

-Megs <3

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Once upon a time… I was a naive little girl. 

A fresh face,  new to adulthood and new to the reality of this world. 

I started with a passion that burned as bright as a fire and as consistent as the sun. 

I was beyond excited for the adventure of college, ready to see what potential goodness I could find in my new home.

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And yet… fire can be extinguished by water, just as the sun can disappear as the day comes to a close. 

And that is what happened when I met you. 

The moment I saw you, I knew that my focus needed to be on you and you alone. 

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Nothing else mattered. 

--- You were the first interaction of the day as well as the last. Your value was regarded higher than anything else… even my own emotional health. So… that’s why I need to finally speak my mind, to speak my truth.

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Dating apps… who knew that I would fall into that spell?

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You pulled me in, with your impressive reviews and the assurance that matches would come flowing in with ease.

You assured me that I would find the man of my dreams, the man who checked off every box that I had and that truly cared of me and my own well being.

You convinced me that since you were so popular, that you were the only way that I could ever find the love I so desperately wanted and felt I needed.

You told me that I just needed to stay around longer, just another month, assuring me that not every man would leave me as broken as the last.

You persuaded me to ignore my brokenness, to ignore my sadness, and to give you more money in order to profit on the expense of shattered souls and hearts that are torn beyond repair.

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I trusted you without second thought, when you deserved none of it. I don’t blame you for everything, of course. I was the one who chose to engage first, to sign up and make the first step to match with people.

But the message is toxic. The environment surrounding you is toxic. The results…. are toxic.

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I cannot advocate for the message that you bring, yet I am still trapped in the promises that you made to me the moment that I signed up for the adventure of you.

I have nearly no more words left to say, except a simple warning for those who chose to invest their time into you.

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I beg of everyone listening… do not give your heart and soul to these apps. Do not assume that all of the people you interact with want what’s best for you, or care for how you feel in the end.

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Once upon a time… I was a naive little girl. Once upon a time… I found you Once upon a time… I fell into your trap.

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And now… as I pull away and leave you behind,  all I can do is hope that no one else falls into the same lies that you told me.

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[theprojecteduniverse-blog]

Subway (draft)

My legs crossed but my mind focused, his legs open but his eyes closed,

I sat wondering, my mind exploring,

As we raced under The City in which nothing is New,

His face was dark, his clothes light, his smile external,

The manacles of society seared his wrists, as his Judas gave him a lying kiss,

Across the Subway floor, our lives so close yet we remained on our separate shores,

The stream between us reflected oceanic blue, perhaps I could fit his shoe,

To see through his closed eyes and open my own to a world I know not,

Alas, the moment vanished and I was caught, by the screeching brakes halting his journey,

He stood up in front of me as if to say, “I needed help to cross,

But you were an Albatross,”

The stranger stepped off and the world sped on never looking back, the underground darkness found a new throne to sack,

And the city above remained unchanged in it’s nocturnal daytime,

A hesitant weariness covered my radiance,

I must be stronger, not much longer.

- From V

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