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We can survive.
It's not easy but we can.
And it's not down to a person, a place, a memory,
It's down to us.
How can you expect someone to love you
before you love yourself?
Learn to love,
Melt the ice,
Be cured.
It's not easy but we can.
And it's not down to a person, a place, a memory,
It's down to us.
How can you expect someone to love you
before you love yourself?
Learn to love,
Melt the ice,
Be cured.
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Bag Of Dreams
I once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
And heaved
Until finally
He'd leave
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
This boy
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
So mellifluous
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And
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back then,
i was a wildflower girl,
(battle the mountain,
savor the rain.)
but
2 am, this is when i miss you most, because
i,
i am not atlas,
i cannot carry the world
on my shoulders,
in the darkness,
in my shadows,
alone
so i will just tell myself
over
and over
and over
to hang onto
hope, because i have nothing left anymore, not even
the boy who tasted my name
like sucre on his lips, not even
the boy who knew
every inch of me
in the moonlight,
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I can't write poetry for dead girls.
there are too
many pills in this
world and too
much misery in
the human heart
but that didn't mean
that you could just
up and leave when
we both know it
could have gotten better
and i miss you like
a wolf misses her pack
or a goddamn dragon misses
her fire and i'm sorry
that i can't give you
a bouquet of jasmines
(they were your
favorite, after all,
because that was
the only princess
with a pet tiger)
because poppies are
too cliche and i'm
sorry i wasn't there
when all you needed
was a hug and for someone
to whisper "it's okay,
you're perfect enough
for me, don't listen
to that junkie bitch
who just happened to
give birth to you" and did
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I'm going to admit, I got a quote from ArtCrusade, sorry about that, but that quote stuck with me...
The first step to recovery, is forgiving yourself.
And believe me, it was the hardest thing I've ever done.
I forgive you Lani, you were young, you didn't know what you were doing...
~Alanna x
© 2014 - 2024 AOnceSuicidalPoet
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I love this,it has a very good message and is easy to understand. The last stanza reminds me of Frozen