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There's no greater love
Than that of a mother and her child
Times that by three
And the maternal instinct goes wild

To not be around what you hold dear
Can tear your world apart
Distance and no hope brings a tear
Ripping out the motherly heart



I miss them, truly deeply madly
They're my whole entire world
I need help to even see them again
One baby boy and two big girls

Their daddy was never truly a father
But now he's just using them to hurt me
Keeping them away, tearing them from my arms
Telling me I HAVE to just sign over custody

I want to fight this, I want to hold them every night
But no lawyer I can find is willing to help for free
I feel so lost, hopeless, like I'll never find a way
So, I'm putting my pride aside and asking for help with my poetry...


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 Apr 2015 scared
M
Love
 Apr 2015 scared
M
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
 Apr 2015 scared
Nessa dieR
You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to
  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to
  **forget you.
Don't leave me, you ***, i'm not ready, not yet, there's still a semester wrth to learn!!
 Apr 2015 scared
Sjr1000
Weary of my days,
Weary of my unspoken ways,
The tricks and games
the mind will play.

Feeling weary of the rains,
The trials and tribulations of being a slave,
Weary of the looks when I speak,
Weary of the battles,
Weary of the crooks,
Weary of the screams,
Weary of those being so mean.

Fault or blame
it doesn't matter,
Weary of the meaningless chatter,
Small talk on a foggy day.

Weary of this life sometimes
in every way.

The darkness will come soon enough,
Weary of these darkest thoughts.

Lay me down
in a cozy comforter,
Morphine to make me numb,
the weariness
just lasts a moment,
Savor it
then it's gone
and
done.
Poetry is fiction and truth, a glimpse amidst the human condition.
 Apr 2015 scared
M
the first time I kissed a girl, I tasted her spit for days and my mouth still doesn't feel clean
she asked permission, and I pulled her close to me
and it was very sudden and wet and slimy,
and I was holding her body on top of me in our bathing suits
my heart was beating ten thousand miles per hour
it was so sunny and she was looking at me like she couldn't breathe
but I could. I could breathe. I only started suffocating when I realized that
the first time I kissed a girl, I kissed the wrong girl.
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