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I fought my way through the pain,                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                                            walked through the fire of loss                                                             ­                     
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I fell over and over again                                                            ­                        
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and paid all that it cost                                                             ­                       
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Picked up pieces of me                                                               ­                         
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that I lost along the way                                                              ­                                  
                              ­                                                                 ­               
savored & tasted victory                                                          ­                              
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and I stand here today                                                            ­                          
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   Shed the tears as I was needing                                                          ­                          
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but I wiped them away,                                                            ­                            
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as my wounds were bleeding                                                         ­                   
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I would kneel down and
pray                                                             ­           
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     I had to be there for
  myself,                                                       ­                           
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  no one else would stand up                                                               ­             
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        I had to walk through hell                                                             ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­    
but I never once gave
up                                                               ­                 
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Now standing tall all alone,                                                           ­                       
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I found out I was strong                                                           ­                     
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  because I did it on my own                                                              ­                  
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I am back, where I belong                                                           ­             
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It never was an easy road                                                             ­                   
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and yes, I had lost my way                                                              ­          
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don't know what my future
holds                                                            ­          
 but I am here to stay
Harder to imagine, Difficult to trust
if you have the will, you gotta clutch.
                                                             -Asher Graves
Yeah this is stupid hahahaha. but hey you must.
The first time he saw me
He saw a kaleidoscope of colors
A rainbow of light
He says I am divinity
His angel
Sent from above
For him and him only
He says how he needs me
Oh, he needs me
I hear him when he tells me
I am his saving grace
I will be his salvation
making him stronger
I am all he desires
He says my vibrance will help him grow
He will live for me
For eternity
He loves me
keeps me
holds me so tight
He uses me
He abuses me
My pain brings him colors and light
He says I shine brighter
with every tear I shed
He wants a whole rainbow
He wants a picture book
A movie in color
He wants to paint the world with my hues
He holds me tighter
He pulls my hair
The more pain I feel
The more brightness he sees
The more strength he receives
The colors become droplets
Puddles
Then rivers
And lakes
He loves me so deeply
He knows I'm his to take
His hands move seductively up my body
Trying to find new shades to add to his palette


Red
His hands clench my throat

Orange
Rougher

Yellow
And tighter

Green
He squeezes so hard

Blue
Crushes completely

Purple
I crumble to the floor

Once he sees that I have broken
He gets on his knees
He slurps the puddles of sorrow from the floor
Little pips
and tiny pops
He follows
Drinking in the rainbow stream
A splat and a plop
a bit of a boggle
He sputters out sparkle
shimmer
And glitter
He begins to bulge
belly squiggling
As his throat widens
He parts his lips

What comes out is a
Hiss.
There comes a time when it's all or none,                                                            ­        
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   when you don't want a bite or to even have some                                                
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Some people I know say, that it's called greed,                                                      
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  but I believe it is fulfilling your own needs                                                            ­              
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I always wanted more than some might,                                        
                                                                ­                                                
wished I had the wings to take flight                                                           ­ 
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There is nothing wrong in wanting to succeed,                                                         ­ 
                                                               ­                                                         
to set the goals that you want to archive                                                    
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 It's not like I take more than I can eat,                                                        
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I am just a little more hungry                                                           ­     
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That gleam you may see in my eyes,                                 
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may take some of you by
surprise                                                         ­                             
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If it makes it too hard for you abide,                                                          
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  I'll step over you & not ask you why
I know how to carry pain
not like a burden,
but like a second skin.
I've walked through fire in silence,
kissed betrayal on the cheek
and called it by name.

I know bad words.
Not just the ones they speak,
but the ones they plant
in the soil of a soft heart
and leave to grow wild.

I've tasted different traits
bitterness sweetened by charm,
gentleness sharpened to a blade.
I've danced with shadows in daylight
and called it love.

But this one...
this is new.

This ache that lives in my ribs,
this grief that kicks from inside,
this quiet war I fight
while smiling, while feeding,
while staying alive.

Excuse me,
but I’ve never been pregnant
with someone else's cruelty before.
Excuse me
if I need space
to untangle this web
before I decide which thread to cut.

I will lie here,
wrapped in blankets and restraint,
saying “I’m fine”
while every door in this house
begs to be torn from its hinges.

I want to set this silence on fire.
I want to burn this version of me
and walk barefoot through the ash
until I meet the woman
waiting on the other side
the one who chose herself.

I’ve known pain.
But this one is new.
And still
I will survive.
Because I have to.
Because I always do.
You crossed a line this time. That was foul.
I just know I'm weak.
And now I know that
and that it's not that unusual,
I now know it better.
Like when you get to know
someone in your life better.
Like your dad - adult to adult
and you find words
that better describe him
and in describing,
you find understanding.
So it's like that.
And now that I know it better
(the weak bit),
I find that I can bear it
better
just like my dad before me.
First line from a podcast I was listening to. The rest came much too easily.
I was bound in chains I could not see,
A prisoner to my own misery.
Whispers of doubt, a crushing weight,
The silent scream of a hopeless state.

I stood in shadows, cold and alone,
With nothing but silence to call my home.
My mind a battlefield, a ceaseless fight,
As day bled into dark, and dark into night.

The mirror showed me a ghost of despair,
A hollow stare with nothing to share.
No light within me, no fire to guide,
Just a wandering soul, nowhere to hide.

Pain was my blanket, fear my friend,
I asked if this was how it would end.
Would I be forever lost, unseen, unheard?
Would my heart stay numb, unfeeling, disturbed?

But even in the darkest of nights,
A flicker of hope would break through the fight.
A whisper, a question, a faint trace of will,
That begged me to rise, to fight, to feel.

"Why?" I asked, when surrender felt near,
"Why should I break, when life’s still here?"
A question so simple, but it tore me apart,
And from the ashes, a spark would start.

With trembling hands and a heart full of fear,
I clung to the light, though it seemed unclear.
Each day I crawled, one step at a time,
Climbing through chaos, through pain so prime.

The days grew longer, the nights more bright,
I learned to trust in the inner fight.
The pain was still there, but I held it tight,
A piece of my past, but not my light.

And now I stand, not unscathed, but free,
A warrior forged from the struggle to be.
I’ve learned that the flame never dies,
It flickers, it falters, but it still flies.

I know now that darkness can’t hold me forever,
That the questions are answers that guide us together.
From the depths of despair, I’ve come to believe,
That no matter the fall, I’ll always rise to achieve.

So I spread my wings, no longer bound,
In the light of my journey, I’ve finally found
That the power within, though tested and torn,
Is a fire that burns, and will never be mourned.
This poem captures my journey from the depths of depression to the eventual awakening and self-discovery that followed. The pain, fear, and struggle were all-consuming, but they served as stepping stones toward understanding my worth, strength, and the power of perseverance. This is a tribute to anyone who feels lost or trapped in their own darkness — there is hope, and with time, we can climb out and find the light again.
Choke me until I lose consciousness
Go ahead and try it, I'm waiting
Scream and yell, like you mean it
Release all of your hostility
C'mon
Show me and the world what you got.
You can do it
You have a criminal mind
I know all about you
Everything you have said or touched has turned into a disease
You manipulate others with your lies and psychotic behavior
One day I'll have the last laugh
You will be exposed for all to witness your unappealing characteristics
Get ready
Are you strapped in?
Ready to be destroyed?
Looks like your nervous
Is that sweat?
Do you like being in the hot seat?
The tension is building as I begin squeezing, tearing and ripping you apart
Not in the true sense, but mentally, I'm taking my identity back
Release myself, I am at Peace.
Carlo C Gomez Apr 20
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I like the number 2,
so much in fact
I like it twice,
as in 22.

Now 2+2 equals 4,
but some say 2+2 equals 5,
It's quite the moral conundrum.

Still 5 is a cardinal, a prime,
why the Pythagoreans
thought of 5
as the marriage
between heaven and earth.

I empathize with 5 though,
for that's a lot of pressure
to put on a single solitary digit.

But I think I like him too,
he's a friend of 10,
which reminds me of
fingers, toes and Bo Derek.

But let's get back to 2,
which supposedly is company,
and 3, you see, is a crowd,
yet odd first and foremost
--Mersenne knew best, I guess.

Which brings me to 1,
small, but positive,
coveted, but united,
a face of multiple identities.

And should any other number
devise against it,
they would have no
success at all
--none, zero.

To be honest,
I think 1 likes 2,
and vice versa,
they're a complimentary couple
--both highly dutiful
and attracted to each other.

After all, it's said, "Someone may overpower
one alone, but two together can take a stand against him."

~
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