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« Reply #3405 on: September 29, 2020, 12:26:13 »
It's hard to accept love has died on its way
I had a strong believe that it could never fall apart
waking up, knowing the knife stabbed too hard this time
I thought you would be forever by my side
I guess I loved the calmness you created
to lay down in your arms unaware of the cruels in life
yet this time I know I'll wake up all alone in my nightmare.

It's hard to accept friendship lasts only as long as it takes
it takes to build up and it breaks down in nothingness
waking up, strolling through memorylane  of your heart touching mine
I thought we'd be forever one team pushing further to grow
I guess I loved the softness of your voice
carressing a bleeding soul to get up and move on
yet this time I'm afraid, I'll wake up in no time, without you by my side.

It's hard to accept what we had was crushed underneath
all the obstacles gathering, no more time wasted memories
waking up, tearful hurt crushed my heart, kept inside
I thought silence would grow out and time would guide
I guess I trusted too much upon your radiant soul
sending light enrolled melodies around
yet this time, I wake up by myself, it's too late.
Chose being kind over being right, always!

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« Reply #3406 on: September 29, 2020, 12:42:01 »
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I let the fog
Stream and swirl
Into my warm soul

Let it be cold
Let my heart cool
Down
Let my face be bitten
By the frost
Let the tears
Freeze
Let me be lost
In the mist

I grieve
I see what you don't want to see
Blame me
I'm used to
Being blamed
For feeling hurt

I let the wind
Scream and scowl
Breaking the shawl
Of my messed up hair
Into wavy strands

Your hand doesn't touch it anyway

Only loneliness can be safely predicted
Is it what sets aside true love from a trauma bond?
Is it me despairing before it's all done?
Or is it me hearing my own pain
In my own heart?

So many things I shared
I regret their heaviness
I mouth into the fog that I love you
Even though I see your lips forming other words
Instead

I let the fog
Stream and swirl
Into my warm soul

Let it be cold
Let my heart cool
Down
Let my face be bitten
By the frost
Let the tears
Freeze
Let me be lost
In the mist

Let me disappear
So you breathe with ease
If this is
What you want
I'm used to
Freeing up space
To be occupied by those
Who would be loved

I never asked to be born
To those who couldn't love me
I was searching for a warm home
In the ways I could
I was looking for love
How I were taught love could look

I let the cold wind take my soul
Maybe, I'm not human after all
A sea creature, a fanthom
You can treat me mercilessly
Water does not hurt
Isn't supposed to
Feel hurt
Shouldn't want
A kind word
The warmth of a caressing hand
Shouldn't want
To feel loved
Shouldn't expect
To be informed
Of anything
Shouldn't have
Her worries
Dissipate

But what if
I am just
A human?

What if
I'm just a
Lost traumatized woman?

What if
I just
Want to love and be loved?
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3407 on: October 02, 2020, 12:17:53 »
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Step into the fire,
Burn


Will I swirl up
In a cloud of ashes?

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust


I wanted to believe
In your words
I wanted to trust
It was love

I step into the fire
To burn

Like a witch
Blameless, too

That little girl
She is standing there
Begging
Love me
Hug me
Notice me


Everyone says you love me
You yourself hurt me if I dare
Saying
How lonely I feel

I step into the fire
To burn
Let the flame lick away
The nerves off my skeleton

Numb like ice
It's a river you cannot cross twice

Be with me
I only wanted someone
To be with me
But I chose them
After you
Mom
Dad

Unavoidable error
Inescapable hell
To want to get close to those who
Really want to be
On their own

I can see it now
I cry my heart out
I can see it now

I can see it now
So I step into the fire
Alone
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3408 on: October 06, 2020, 13:15:11 »
Fog bewitches my heart
the colorful happiness driven out
maybe it's autumn
grey mood for grey days
we both know it isn't
something inside me broke
long before I was aware I was someone
I don't know how to get out
grasping every hand that tries to pull me
yet never strong enough to hold on
you guided me a long way
your eyes made me awake
something inside me lit up the day we met
recognition from a former life
gone with a snap
what we built in years broke down in seconds
what matters is gone
what I feared came true
what got broken never healed
seconds got minutes into years
and in my heart I know
you let go off me.

Chose being kind over being right, always!

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« Reply #3409 on: October 06, 2020, 14:20:27 »
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Stories
Of falling leaves
Are being told
In sweet whisperings
Of October wind

Each step I take
In whichever direction
Propels me
Forward in time

Stories
Of colorful droplets
Splash
Into puddles
On the grey
Asphalt

Time moves
In one breath with
The flitting birds
In the trembling sky
Of Autumn
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3410 on: October 18, 2020, 20:00:39 »
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Looking at myself
I wonder

Could I be
Someone else
Could I be to them
Those I wanted to love
What they wanted to love?

To love as to be with
Not to love as to feel
The joy of the feeling

To love as in walk together
Through the good and the bad
Not to wait till I get
How to make them happy

To love as to compose
The dance of events
Into a joined jump
Into the shared future
Not as a dream to dream
When there's no one else
To fall in love with

Looking at myself
I wonder
If I could bear
Enhancing myself
In specific ways
Would I be able to make them change
How they were to me?

I must acquiesce
Succumb to reality
Dance
Through the pain
Do
What I was born to

Looking at myself
I wonder
Was there really anything
Was there any hope at all

Could I become
Someone else
Could I read their thoughts
Could I create ideal worlds
For them

To soothe their pain
To calm my heartache

I wish I could recompense
Erase the pain they had
That made them hide away
Into their cold shells

But don't I wish it
So they could love
Love me as I were and am?

Looking at myself
I wonder
Was there really anything
Was there any hope at all

Or was it all chosen
Before I came
Into being
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3411 on: October 20, 2020, 08:57:59 »
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And I want to talk with you
But I stop myself
You wouldn't hear me
And, worse, later I might hear
My words in a different voice

And it wouldn't be just me
Who would hear them colored
In the way you read them

As if what I tell you
Can be broadcast
As if it is right
As if I don't mind
But of course, it's not true

Maybe for you
All that's given to you
You want to give to others
So maybe happened to my love
All that I wanted to give
Became gifts to others
If it fed you somehow
But I shouldn't go there
Shouldn't think of it
Because of the hurt
It all brings

Don't speak to me you loved me
Don't tell me you wanted the same things
I don't know what you wanted
I needed you near
I wanted to hear
Your voice
Talking back to me
In a simple dialogue
Not about love
About any other thing
But it isn't me
Not this reality
That you are
Truly loving

This is how I see
How it all ends
Within me
I don't want to
I want to stay
I want to believe
You didn't give away
My love
I want to forget
To have this love reborn
But it all
Is hoping against hope

And I want to talk with you
But I stop myself
You wouldn't hear me
And, worse, later I might hear
My words in a different voice
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3412 on: October 23, 2020, 09:18:55 »
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Don't think of the bad thing
Don't panic


Why do my hard questions
Make you believe I'm emotional
About them? You see what's not there
I guess you see your own fear

Don't think of the bad thing
Isn't it childish?
How does thinking and being concerned
Bring around misery?
It only strips away sweet delusions
And wishful thinking

Because Death always lurks
Behind every curtain
If you don't know, you lose
What you wanted to save
Death comes anyway
It isn't bad
She doesn't split
Things into right or bad
She just is

I don't think of Her always
But She is my greatest friend
My motivational speaker
Enforcing me to grow in my strength
To face the world at its best
And its worst

We need fantasy, we need
To escape the brutal reality
But the reality isn't only brutal
It gives sweetness as nothing else does
If you keep hiding from what's true
You lose everything, sometimes at once

Death is also a nepenthe
Sweet oblivion from the suffering
There's no shame in being scared
Of what is to come
But there's only one ultimate truth
In this world
That all that is born
Will meet with Death

Don't think of the bad thing
Don't panic


I don't panic, I only think
I don't even need to think much
There's nothing to ruminate
About; Death scares me no more than
A jump into an open sea
From a vessel far from any shore:
The transition is scary
What is to come is not to be known
The safety rope is there
But it also might not work
As my Jewish ancestors put it
There's no sense to discuss
What lies beyond human life
Death just happens; another station
Awaits, or maybe not;

So my questions are
There to make the future
Safety ropes more robust
To save from the open sea those who
Were thrown there with no knowledge
How to swim
But even a good swimmer
Can't catch up with their boat
When the waves are strong
So I'm always concerned
With things being clear
And of giving and needing
Support

We must think of the bad thing
The bad thing isn't bad in itself
But it's bad for us while we're here
Nobody would think of it
If not us
When you don't take care of things
They can't last

Don't think of the bad thing

Don't hide from the bad thing
Call it by its name, don't call it bad
Bad is a childspeak
Don't hide from the bad feeling
Give it a name, live it through
To put it away and be able to breathe
Freely again
Don't hide from the truth
You'll have to face it anyway
You can't run from the time
Because you exist in time
As everything else
When things go bad -- do something good.