They found ways to make him odder than what he was.
They would receive messages
and would filter some and
not deleiver others.
His relationship was undermined
on purpose.
they found it wise in there worship
to celebrate the acheivements of some
while others were to struggle in there relationships.
into the interest of something
that has potentail
all things then were scrambled into confussion.
She wished him to be hurted by her choose in men.
(which is more efficient for flowers; however, modern methods like rosin pressing (heat/pressure) or solvent/subcritical extraction)
"Rosineer Presso" she had affairs with other men to tell his secrets. She found shameing him a sporty way of feeling feminine. Stories, .In questo paese è illegale praticare o ricevere sesso orale. Which is neither taught or preached. She smiled as such made her decision on who she married easiest.
( she heard a Preacher breathing heavily through the microphone saying "the devil:the devil the devlvil, she stood clapping her hands!")
Feelings, they come and go.
When one occurence hits the core;
Memories of the past begins to play.
I sometimes had to decide how to begin my day before I foreplay;
As it turns out, the outcomes will be a probability of 50-50 .
People, they always evolve.
Sometimes, I wonder whether they're playing their part well;
In the end, it all comes to how the environment shapes them.
I couldn't blame them for the choices they choose to act on;
For I know how different hardships hits people differently.
I remind you again;
Feelings, they come and go.
This time it's the void;
I call upon it whenever I feel overwhelmed with my feelings.
Sometimes, but most of the time, it's on autopilot;
Like a robot who's programmed to feel and not to feel for certain things.
At first, I thought it was a hassle;
But as I grew older, I begin to appreciate how I came to be.
I love my moon in capricorn;
I've yet to learn more and love every part about myself.
I thought I was hard to love;
Later, I found out I was restricting myself all along.
I've regretted how my actions hurted every loved ones;
And forever grateful for the ones who still remains to be by my side.
Feeling sad and blue.
Who knew it would be true.
Years ago, it happened.
So long ago, I was near the end.
The assault hurted me, wondering what did I do?
Because of him I can't be me or with you.
I wish I could change it.
Then I wouldn't have be inside and sit.
I try to trust again, not know if there is one.
Otherwise sometimes I feel like saying I am done.
I just hold it with in my soul.
Knowing someday it will go.
Please if someone asks you.
Be sure you stay safe and do.
Helping others isn't what it used to be.
Sometimes I feel like hanging like a monkey in a tree.
Forgiveness is the first ladder to get close to divine
It's easy to make mistakes
But it takes tremendous strength to forgive the one who hurted you
According to holly books forgiveness is the quality of divine people
Forgiveness makes life shine
And allow the chains of karma to break
But this concept is understood by few
Forgiveness makes you humble
And your soul and almighty interwine
People will destroy you,
Doesn't mean I am hurted now.
It's just that I allowed people to hurt me,
They are just used to open a lock with key.
(Lock- My heart; Key- Sharp weapon)
No matter how hard you try to look forward,
They will show you there is nothing onward.
No matter how hard you try to make them happy,
They will show you, you are nothing more than a creepy.
I changed myself for matching surrounding,
But was unknown that I'm moving towards a painful ending.
I charged myself purely with positivity,
But I was unknown that I'm allowing more negativity.
It has taken time for me to understand,
No matter how hard I try, if someone won't believe I can't withstand.
Just a dream, to make myself the strongest me,
With powerful eagle wings to fly free.
So that people won't be able to catch,
And I will be able to escape from the world of perfect match.
By the beauty of her eyes,
A dumb like me became wise.
By the beauty of her talk,
My static life started to walk.
She looks really so pure,
Even my deep wounds are cure.
She looks really so angelic,
Even the nature want her to click.
But...
A beauty with every beauty,
Is like a fake duty...
She dwells alone,
Deeply hurted and swollen.
No more she want anyone to support,
Once she sat with worries she can't afford.
Waiting for a moment to fly over her peaks,
Loving deeply someone to cry for weeks.
Hope is still alive,
Love is still a feeling she believe.
She still wants you not to take leave,
Honest love is still a way we can live.
I'll rise
By: shanice xaba
Shvt i dont know what to say to you anymore
Wow I thought you loved me, but I see that
You have included a third party, shvt hurts
I don't wanna lie shvt bruises but I don't
Wanna die but if I have to die for you
Niqqar I don't mind
Look I loved you, i still do but
I don't need you no more
You've hurted me too much
Didn't know I loved you this
Much but I'm not surprised
You made me open my heart
To you, change my life for you
Don't get me wrong it felt good
Knowing that someone is really
There for you, but all of that
Is over now, yeah you broke
Me down and I hope you're proud
But still I'LL RISE!!
I let a boy, a Roundhead* boy, to live...
I knocked him down, and said, 'stay down my boy!
You're fourteen, and your mother waits to give
You letters** - HEY THEN! THAT is not a TOY!'
(For he'd stuck me a bit wi' a little knife,)
It only hurted summat, so I took it,
And said, 'stay DOWN! THESE words are worth your life!'
He cried a bit -- I took his hand and shook it,
Then, I pulled out the knife, and gave it back.
And knocked him out, then, and left him for dead,
'You'll wake up well alive, lad!' Then a 'crack'!
A Roundhead* bullet took me in the head.
So, I lay down a bit, to rest me eyes,
And I am lying there still, I must surmise...
* 'Roundhead' was the Kingsmen's name for the Parliamentarian forces of Oliver
Cromwell
** it was not uncommon, after a battle, once the boys were furloughed, for
family to send the boys back with letters for the men who still fought
Thankful forever
Even before I knew I am me
You sculpted me with your hands with utmost care
In the rocky terrains, encouraged me to dare
Through your insight,light through mist I see
Suffered more than me in my every hurtful frown
Wiped my tears to make me smile
Though your knees hurted ,walked with me an extra mile
Whole-heartedly ,I gift you my emotions thankful crown
This feeling of gratitude crosses my soul's realms over and over again
As you keep my interests forever before yours
Anchoring the sails firmly at my stormy life's shores
Mother,you are my shimmering north star at my humble skies domain
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I wanna tell
What I feel
But trust me everyone
Not even one of you
Will take it as a big deal
My thoughts deserted me
And left me in the lurch
I've come too far
Drowning in the oceans
Being dragged across the miles
I'm now in the situation of war
War with my own life
Even If I conquer
My soul will loose to death
But that won't be tough
Becausebit's been hurted enough
Thirteen reasons are mere to bluff
Bc they don't add, subtract or divide
They just give it a simple try
And coerce it to multiply
I keep on walking
Searching for a place to stay
This bodily human existence
Has suffered a lot anyway
I can hold on
That's what I believe
But it will take time to fill in
Because it's been digged very deep!!!
My name is Spenser
No dog is denser
I'm not well smarted
But I'm big hearted
If you was hurted
I'd be alerted
And I'll come racing
To lick your facing.
Yes, I got hurted when she left,
But I didn't cry,
I punched on walls,
I hurted my whole body ,
I locked myself in a room,
But I didn't cry.
I rushed out of my home,
Drove my car the fastest,
Was near to die,
But I didn't cry.
I stopped contacting people,
I forgot my smile ,
My inner soul was suffering alot,
But I didn't cry.
Why I didn't cry?
Why couldn't I shared my feelings?
Why I made myself weak?
An answer came " society don't even spare emotions, you are a boy so you can't cry "
At last I fell in love,
With most wonderful person.
Someone who was there for me
Always every single minute of my life
Even when I try to run away from that person
All these years ,
Scolded,taken for granted,
Tried to change ,
Hated too much,
Hurted with comparisons.
It’s time to value
And to acknowledge the love.
i wont ever regret it.
i would be happiest person,
if i had accepted earlier.
With a huge smile,
i look directly into the mirror
and whisper ‘I am lucky and i owe you’
i have fallen in love
with me,
Myself,
Now and forever.
A treasure buried
Waiting to be discovered
By the valiant souls
Risking hearts to be hurted
In the unknown love game path
The one I love
the one I trust
the one I changed for
the one I offered my heart
serve my soul to his table
now judging me
hurting me
wounding my heart
and make it bleed
wooow!
what is the meaning of my existence?
but if it is just being
judged
entrusted
ignored
insulted
hurted
wounded or else
I'll just have to support all till my end.
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