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You have to approve yourself first
But that is not complete enough.
Forgiving yourself is the key.

I should have helped more neighbors.
I should have visited my mother more often.
I should have not wasted so many days at the TV set.

The second you wake up remember that you have power.
In your hand you are holding a red stop sign.
When you hear yourself saying “I should” hold it up
Yell “STOP!” as loudly as you can.

Start right now, this instant, being gentle and kind to you.
Bend over backwards and forwards to forgive yourself.
Give yourself applause for every teeny tiny thing you do.
Like you would do for a toddler or a dog who rolls over.
Most importantly

Remind yourself of all of the good things that you do.
It was great when I….
I felt fabulous when I…
I should….

STOP! 
Hold up that imaginary red stop sign.
Do not allow the “should ofs” to get into your life.
Because you need all the forgiveness and love you can give yourself.


Premium Member Ungrateful Ones

You run...
from pillar to post,
stick your neck out,
bend over backwards
just to satisfy them.
They're "your friends,"
or so you think.
They ask for the moon,
you give it two-fold.
The thanks you get?
Well, they watch you...
brush your pearly-white teeth,
rinse it out with Listerine
so your breath smells...
minty-fresh.
But surprise, surprise!
It stinks to them in your time
of need. Forget the lips;
you don't even get 
a kiss on the cheek
for your troubles.
They show you...
zilch appreciation
Not a thank you 
for all services rendered.
Come time for them..
to return the favors
They grimace and ask...
"Who are you?"
Sweet.


Submitted for...
It Is What It Is..........Or Is It? Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place)
Sponsored by John lawless
Date written: 12/04/2020

Musings of a Victim

Let's play a game, shall we?
It's a fun little number I like to call
"Do I miss you because I love you,
or because you're my brain's scar tissue?"

Let's review the facts, shall we?
You're a spoiled NEET who took pleasure from my pain
From making me bend over backwards
And watching my free will vanish

Like a parasite, you latch on to everyone
Begging for gifts and food like a child
Passive-aggressively plotting when you don't get your way
And everyone gives in to get you to shut up

By all accounts, you're a horrible person
So tell me why, tell me why
Why do you still haunt my dreams at night?
Why does the thought of losing you still hurt me so?

You're like heroin
Because man, doing lines of you through the night
Was the greatest high when the trip was fine
And the comedown was so fierce

So here I lay, sweating yet freezing
Dope sick and hungover after the greatest afterparty
Craving another hit to feel the ceiling again
Gently gnawing on my twelfth step chip

But you weren't always that way, you know
The love we shared was once pure
And each day was a blessing that I'd give so much to return to
And I think that's the you that I miss

But hey, that person died two years ago
You wore her skin so well that I didn't realize
That I still had a body to bury
Before you skinned it and wore it

More often than not, it's the pure memories I recall
When I'm clutching my phone with my thumb above the send key
And another withdrawal pang hits my temple
And jolts my thumb to the clear key

So where are you now?
I can't imagine I'm in a much better place right now
Eating my fourth cup of cup noodles tonight
Poring over a broth stained essay

It's comforting to share a pitiful existence with you
Because in a weird way, I feel more connected with you than ever
Sharing a loving, tender kiss across time and space
As we both scoop the last shrimp from the bottom of the cup

But each cup leads me closer to my dream
As you stagnate at home
Self-actualization is a difficult concept to measure
But your NEET dream dies with the last of your savings

The sun rises and the glare from the screen hits my eyes
Another frosty December morning
Through the sight of the rising sun and the scars you left behind
For now at least, you and I are forever intertwined.
© Derek Chos  Create an image from this poem.

Holding Hands

i held hands with God today
it was only a piece of metal
but God did it his way

riding down the highway
tears rolling down my face
something in my prayer
found Gods unfailing grace

i held it for a moment
knowing it would not be 
the last time
all these years of living
and this i finally find

i knew i could'nt keep it 
to myself
i have to share it with my friends
when you need a friend like God
try to hold him in your hand

try a bible, an arm on a chair
a tree branch, or a cane
when your in a prayerful spirit
calling out his name

it took this long 
for him to teach me this
maybe you can learn it 
in a day

if i can help you worship him
i can save your soul today
just remember when you take his hand
and use what ever words you use to pray

that he is always waiting
and he always cares
that he'll bend over backwards 
for someone who'll hold his hand

Sunshine After the Rain

Sunshine After The Rain

The hours pass and I find the time
To straighten out everything in my mind
No one can know what I’ve put myself through
Not even you understand 
The depths of my love for you

Yes, all I’ve seen and all I’ve come to believe
Lost for a time in the clouds
So the dream couldn’t be perceived
But after day comes the night
After every storm a ray of light
Sunshine after the rain

I look for ways to ease the load we carry
I long to give you strength when you feel weary
I bend over backwards
Turning the world inside out
So that I can stand beside you
Just to love and stand beside you

…After day comes the night
After every storm a ray of light
And I’ll give everything I have for you
To see the sunshine after the rain
Form: Lyric


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