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I know that silence you hold in your chest,
The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest.
Where love means walking a thin wire line,
And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign.
I know all the lies and the secrets you hide—
what would they say if the truth got outside?
You map every bruise like it’s something you earned,
Like pain is a lesson you somehow deserved.
Wiped your own blood off the floor with numbness and pain.
Convinced you’re at fault for his anger, his reign.
You trace every bruise like a map of your blame,
While he walks unbothered, untouched by the shame.
But I’ve been there too—with concussions and shame,
Convincing myself I was somehow to blame.
If I’d only been quieter… better… more kind,
Maybe the monster would leave me behind.
But he never left — he just shifted his role,
Love became silence that swallowed me whole.
I defended the hands that left bruises behind,
Told doctors and friends, “It’s nothing — I’m fine.”
He broke more than bones—he rewrote my name,
even taught my children I should carry the blame.
He shattered my voice with each cruel word,
Until I no longer trusted what I even heard.
Threats, control, and all my things smashed,
Every piece of my dignity he slowly trashed.
He twisted my thoughts, erased who I was,
Still I stayed, claiming he had a cause.
But I finally broke free though I bled, crawled and ran.
Now I rise not as his—but as my own woman.
And to every woman still caught up in that storm—
a whole world awaits where it’s safe and it’s warm.
I know you feel broken. You’re not too far gone.
it doesn’t mean you were weak just because you held on.
You believed his words you’ve heard many times
Felt your wings break, felt your worth decline.
I’ve been there dear girl, right where you are-
It cuts like a knife and it will leave a scar.
You’ve done nothing wrong, please understand-
He’s the one with the problem, only yours to withstand.
Stand strong girl, be brave have courage to cope-
Get your thoughts together and grab on to hope.
There’s laughter, there’s love, sunlight awaits your face,
A future that’s yours—your truth, your own space.
He is not your destiny. I’m sorry, He never was.
You are a miracle, not born to his laws.
You’re still breathing, still standing, still strong.
And one day, you’ll prove he was so damn wrong.
It is written that you left everything
That you emptied yourself of all
I find in this so dangerous a meaning
But it explains the significance of the fall
It explains the value of my worth
Something I tremble to believe, muchless
Proclaim about the sinner from birth
I'm immense with an inexplicable vastness
Of sweet uncomprehended happiness.
I am multiplied in joy and senselessness.
You Creator and sustainer of all the universe
Should you stop creating yet creation stays
But what if the sustainer dies, I see a reverse
What if the beam that holds the roof decays
What a tumbling of it though the builder lives
Galaxies of all: sun, moon, angels and stars, will
They hold if God upon the cross like a beam gives
Shall not even a conjured singularity falls still?
If God should die, and the grave kept him bound
How absent the world, how void and profound?
Christ the Sustainer then risked all that he is
Self and universe for me, his contented price
To pay, knowing all I am, and I being not his
By sin, he chose to pay with so vast a sacrifice
And this, the Creator, who valued me, decrees
Is my worth, is my total humanity's bill. So vast
A reckoning brings me silent to vapour of knees
For God plus the universe makes me to surpass
The worth of God even, an esteem beyond grasp
A model he made but I did not prior ever clasp.
Now I can truly glory in the cross. Now I can do
More than I know to do, for faith leaps beyond
The knowledge of my heart. The cross is the clue
To the image, and restores my purpose most grand
For he that said esteem the other better than self
In the cross gave that esteem to me voluntarily
And I did not know it, but content, kept it on shelf
While Darwin rewrote my meaning in vain history
And I evolving in thoughts sinful inhabited its shame
When the cross had already taken all my blame
O Paul, you may glory true, but I more glory than
All, the cross has ransomed me from the fall
Uplifted, restored to the image of God, this new man
Feels worthy now to stand, and I proclaim to all
That Christ has ransomed me, coming back free
Of death shrouds, with power over hell and grave
The God of glory, by the cross of infinite liberty
Lifted me from a mere creation, honor and glory gave
Me as a crown, but not me more than you friend
The potter waits to put your faith together again.
Rewrote our History books for the world to see
A worthier Icon there could never be,
Born and died over the span short of a century,
Baba Madiba became South Africa’s first Black
President in April 1994, finally, eventually!
Nelson Mandela was destined for this role,
As the masses empowered, flocked to the pole
A lawyer, an activist, a prisoner, a free soul,
His peaceful anti apartheid activism, a thorn
In the Government's side, but after Sharpeville,
His sabotaging tactics against those opposing
The ANC, brought about his arrest, his only desire
The African National Congress to be recognized
Was his goal.
He was incarcerated, but at his trial, he defended
His people with heartfelt passion
He would one day he promised
Become their liberator and stop inhumane
Tyranny – for this end he was prepared to die,
Outside the court among the masses, there
Wasn’t a dry eye.
And no bloodshed did South Africa see,
As was anticipated, rumours abounded, but
A kind, intelligent and brave leader, imprisoned for
Twenty seven years,
Changed an era with peace and raised no fears.
He was a much loved President by black and white,
He was elected for two terms, after which until he
Died, became a worldwide renown humanitarian
Across the globe international leaders
Praised and revered this humorous, intellectual
Man who chose to be honest, just and right.
He passed on December 5th at the age of 95 in
2013, indeed a sad event.
Which not even the Almighty could prevent.
Known lovingly as, Baba Madiba, Father Madiba
In Africa, our vast Continent, a multiracial face
Began to appear, no matter the race.
When he died,
By his side,
Were his loving children
And grandchildren and Graca Machel, his wife,
Who with Baba Madiba,
Shared a happy marriage and life.
A hero who cemented together a democratic state,
When the entire world thought, it was already too late.
* SHARPEVILLE A MASSACRE OF UNARMED BLACK SOUTH AFRICANS BY POLICE FORCES
* BOTH PRESIDENT MANDELA AND EX PRESIDENT DE KLERK JOINTLY RECEIVED THE NOBEL
PRIZE FOR REALIZING THE TIME HAD COME FOR PEACE, AND THEREFORE BRINGING
APARTHEID TO AN END.
Master piece
A masterpiece
A work of Art
Created from our fathers heart
Unique and wonderfully made
He mastered and completed
Yet some defeated
They left you out
Mastering a piece
Don't come easy
It comes with revision
Different decisions
Different outcomes
Different phases
Also different stages
Have you ever tried to perfect?
A craft ?
And all some did was laugh
Like it was funny
Have you ever tried to fit in?
And they left you out
Let me tell you children of God
Are always made to stand out
Drop dead different
Amazing
Speaking to a world
That need saving
I took a pen
Rewrote my story again
This time including sin
Because I'm not perfect
But in the end I was worth it
Yes me
I was 100%gurantee
Labeled
By a world that was unstable
I pressed play I fast forward and rewind
They say things get easier with time
I agreed
I just wanted to succeed
I was like a canvas
With no drawing
An apartment with no walling
A footstep with no falling
A manifestation with no calling
Whew I was created to be
More than a settled opportunity at the door
I was a key with the right lock
I was a go getter couldn't be stopped
I was a blessing that couldn't be blocked
I was a voice behind the pen
You see I was in it to win
Some people said win what
I said win back me
You see we are in a world
That has lost the value of living
We need to start giving
Without expecting to get anything back
We need to get back on track
And realize we were made in God's eye he mastered
Yet this world is a disaster
But we can turn it around
Be kings and queens
Wear our crowns
Keep your head up
Never put it down
You were not traced
No not a stencil
God made you from scratch
Like using paper and a pencil
Creating something perfect
Hug yourself we are all worth it
Just because we take a picture
Don't mean you captured the perfect shot
Look through the lense
What would be if we were not cleansed
We would be a wreck
But luckily God not through with us yet
I hope that this put your mind at ease
That you are the perfect masterpiece
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
01/24/2021
Ten Years (rewrote it for better meaning)
(Love you, mom)
February 21, 2007
The day that i last saw your face
The same face that went through war
To keep the family together
Through the hardships of life;
The day that i last hugged you
The same hug i had given you
Before going to school towards going to bed at night;
The day that i last said "I love you"
The same three words when i got good grades
When we got back together in '04
After in foster care for nine months
I pled to God day and night, tear after tear,
Screaming in depression and falling onto my knees
Just to hear you for one, long hour,
But it'll never happen
Its been ten years that you've been gone
And i know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
I fought through the struggles of pain
Fighting my inner demons that i developed
Through the first three years of your passing;
I fought through the bumps on roadblocks
Going from place to place, blaming the world
And God for taking you away;
I fought through the struggles of depression
Even when i tried cutting my wrist
Because i couldn't get over your death;
I fought every day and night,
Hoping that life would stop tormenting me
With flashbacks and depressing memories of you
Begging with every ounce of tolerance and energy
But there were no endings
Its been ten years that you've been gone
But i know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
Its because of you, mom
That i can write amazing poetry
Act like Jim Carrey on days of happiness
The way you've rasied me
Had me care for those who lost their
Closest relatives and given them comfort
Telling them that i am here to come and talk
When no one else would
Friends i had in the past considers
Me as an older brother thanks to you, mom
Its been ten years that you've been gone
But I know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
One day,
I would walk down the streets where we lived
With the sense of relieve that you're watching me
And I'll have faith for that coming day
Because i love you mo
Exchanged smiles and smirks
Yeah always between you and I
With the constant tugs and jerks
Our emotions, they now run high
It's like that when ever one lurks
A constant murmur and a loud syh
When the supernovas and fire works
They are now beging to fill the sky
Enchanted, finding it hard to retreat
But then not the same when planed
Temperature souring I'm now on heat
And aided by the touch of your hand
I'm no longer in the passenger seat
Because your taking full command
The taste of your heavenly sweet
I'm cascaded to a far out wonderland
The smell in the air of pheromones
When were near , hearts now racing
Exploring all those erogenous zones
Our body's they now begin shaking
An echo through the walls our moans
We're two souls now again love making
The sound of our constant groans
When we share a sensual awakening
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this was taken from an old write a couple years back
rewrote expressing moments between girl
i know who has probably been a distraction but in good way
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who share a lot with not just phisaclly someone wjo i love and adore
her name dawn trying here like old writes to use metaphor's rather than being crude
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A SENSUAL AWAKENING WRITTEN NOVEMBER 2014 BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT
INSPIRED BY SOMEONE VERY SPECIAL AND DEAR TO ME DAWN THIS IS FOR YOU BABE!
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I stumbled barefoot through fractured noon,
Where lamplight bloomed like a fossil's tune.
The sky was stitched with electric thread,
Held up by whispers from things long dead.
The clocks ran backward, then sideways, then wept,
And time was a sock no one had kept.
The trees grew bells instead of leaves,
And wolves wore monocles, eating beliefs.
Not just dire ones—oh no, much worse:
There were squid that sang in Morse code verse,
And pigeons quoted Baudelaire,
Sipping gin in perfumed air.
The mammoths glowed in silent prayer,
And lizards preached from folding chairs.
The moon had teeth, the rivers laughed,
And gravity forgot the craft.
"Welcome," hissed a beetle in tweed,
"To the Archive of Unnatural Need.
Here we keep what should’ve stayed gone,
What science stitched and ego spun."
They hadn’t just brought back one lone beast—
They rewrote nature's birthday feast.
A party of errors, a cake of regret,
I asked them, “Why?” They answered, “Yet.”
And in this world of brilliant wrongs,
Where dinosaurs sang breakup songs,
I felt a tug—not fear, but awe—
As if I’d slipped outside the law.
A camel danced with a one-eyed crow,
A snail grew wings and wouldn’t slow.
And through it all, a hum remained—
A grief we’d never yet explained.
For every creature bore a cost,
A barcode scar for what we lost.
They weren’t just beasts; they were our proof
That hubris hides in labcoat truth.
And yet, amid the chaos bright,
I saw strange moments born from light:
A child who tamed a clockwork bear,
A blind man learning how to stare.
We made a world with curious seams,
Where ancient blood now fuels new dreams.
And though it shivered, cracked, and bled,
It lived more loudly than our dread.
I left the gate with pockets full—
Of squawking seeds and lullaby skulls.
And now and then, at night I hear
A humming in my soup or ear.
I smile, remembering all that sings
In that wild land of almost-things.
And wonder still, with cautious glee,
If it was real… or just in me.
[verse 1]
I used to think that love was not real
Just a shadow, a game, a fleeting ideal
I thought it was a trick
a chemical lie
A fleeting transaction
just passing by
[pre-chorus]
But then you came
the world rewrote
Every doubt... every fear... every bitter note.
For all you lonely souls, I cannot promise fate
But if love finds you, it’s worth the wait
[chorus]
You made a believer out of me
Love isn’t logic; it’s wild, it’s free
It doesn’t wear a mask... it doesn’t check the score
It’s the fire in your soul... the light at your core
You made a believer out of me
Love is chaos; love is harmony
It breaks the rules... it defies the plans
It’s the world reborn when it takes your hand
[verse 2]
They say success is six figures, six feet tall
Six of this, six of that—but love ignores it all
It doesn’t play by rules, it doesn’t care for pride
When you match on the soul, nothing else can divide
[bridge]
I thought I could engineer it
Plan it... script it... steer it...
I thought I’d write the book... change the game
But love found me first and showed me the way
And in hindsight, my plan was cruel
I almost turned love into a lifeless tool
But love laughed at me, it turned me around
Now I sing its truth with the joy I’ve found!
[chorus]
You made a believer out of me
Love isn’t logic; it’s wild, it’s free
It doesn’t wear a mask, it doesn’t check the score
It’s the fire in your soul, the light at your core
You made a believer out of me
Love is fierce yet it's harmony
It breaks the rules, it defies all plans
It’s you world reborn when it takes your hand!
[outro]
For all you lonely souls, I cannot say
If or when love will find your way
But when it does, you’ll understand.
It’s not in the measures... the rules... or a brand
It’s wild, it’s deep, it’s true, it’s real
It’s the one thing you’ll always feel
You made a believer out of me!
my love made a believer out of me
believer out of me
[end]
I walk with a weight that I never quite chose,
But somehow it fits, like the thorn on a rose.
The pain and the beauty, they bloom just the same—
Two sides of a story that whisper my name.
Born of a mother whose roots ran so deep,
But stolen at birth in a silence that still weeps.
They called it a scoop, but it cut like a knife,
Changed all her tomorrows, rewrote her whole life.
A child of two worlds, yet raised in just one,
Where brown met the white and then the 'old ways' were done.
She lived in between what was hers and what was not,
And that wound in her spirit—I now carry that spot.
The cycles keeps turning, and the ink doesn’t dry,-
for Addiction's Old Soul still breathes in my sky.
But I am not broken, just born from a bend,
Where sorrow and strength somehow learn to be friends.
The roads we have traveled were twisted and wide,
But every wrong turn still led us safe inside.
Even though we ask “what if?” and still cry out “how come?”
The truth is: we are here, just look at all we've become!
If we change our perspectives, our views shift.
The burden is no longer present; -it's now a gift!
For in every scar is a whisper from grace.
A map to the soul and a glimpse of our place.
So I honor my roots that were hidden from view,
And the woman who bore me—for she is strong as she is true.
She lived out a fate that was never her plan,
Yet raised me with hope in the heart of this land.
Yes, I’ve known the dark—its voice a piercing sting,
But it’s taught me to dance when I feel I can't sing.
For the night brings the stars and the shadows a guide,
And the light is more real with the dark by its side.
So don’t look away from the grief or the pain,
They’re not just the storm—they’re the seeds of the rain.
We grow from the ache, from the loss, from the range—
"Because when we change the way we look at things, the things we look at… change."
.... Taryn DeWalt
Verse 1:
I was once a whisper, light on your tongue,
A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung.
But like the fray of ink, fading with time,
I fell from grace as you lost your mind.
Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines,
Now calloused and tired, no longer entwined.
A thought you had, now lost in the folds,
A burden too heavy, a story too old.
Chorus:
I'm just a draft, discarded and torn,
A melody you no longer mourn.
Fading away, a word left behind,
A broken thought that slipped through your mind.
I was a song you forgot how to sing—
Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing.
Verse 2:
In the margins, I bled a silent plea,
But your eyes had grown distant, no longer to see.
Just words, unworthy of love,
Tangled in dreams you no longer thought of.
The crumple of paper, a lover’s last sigh,
A fleeting thought you were ready to deny.
You held me once, but I was a chore,
Each line you rewrote felt more like a bore.
Chorus:
I'm just a draft, discarded and torn,
A melody you no longer mourn.
Fading away, a word left behind,
A broken thought that slipped through your mind.
I was a song you forgot how to sing—
Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing.
Bridge (Despair):
But the ache—oh, the ache still remains,
In the hollow of silence, in the sting of the pain.
You never saw me, not once, not ever,
A ghost of your thoughts, just fading forever.
I scream in the quiet, but you’ve turned away,
I’m just a wreck, a shadow of yesterday.
Chorus (reprise):
I'm just a draft, discarded and torn,
A melody you no longer mourn.
Fading away, a word left behind,
A broken thought that slipped through your mind.
I was a song you forgot how to sing—
Now I'm nothing, just a fading thing.
Outro (whispered):
Just a line unfinished, a thought lost in time—
A poem that never reached its rhyme.
A silent wreck… my slow, silent death.
Fading away... until there’s nothing left.