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I shelter myself so fiercely.
I am an ongoing discussion;
my life isn't perceived the same.
Do you know I love talking about the most unusual things?
Do you know I can't go a day without my mother's voice?
I wake to a new perception of myself,
one I've made for someone new.
The idea of knowing Diane,
the idea of me being open.
You'll grow tired, I can tell;
I always could.
I'm a girl who is scared:
scared of what the real me reveals,
scared of hurting myself,
scared of how you'll see me.
You can't know how obsessed I become,
you can't know how much power and wealth i crave,
you can't know how much love I hold to give.
I am dull,
I am unfindable.
I am nowhere;
I am lost.
I can't locate what I'm terrified people will see.
They always leave.
I'd waited for you now forever,
capturing my embrace between
your grasps, wandering about
solace and peace, we'd shattered
the universe, gathering seashells,
of compassion, gravely I glanced
beneath me to a calmer coast,
heaven sent almost, testing
hidden treasures, my mind
steadfast while my heart exploded,
beyond the essence of unneeded,
gifts I'd bestowed, quietly devouring
haste in an untimely place, why
I'd succumbed to an emptiness
feeling trapped, above all else,
tampering with the needful things,
where love and lust seemed,
to danced right on my toes,
an achiness, called pain withered
throughout time, a rapture of trust,
collided leaving me, room to roam
a rather cleaver passion hints,
of loss removed, replaced malice,
restoring my sense of purity
and grace, glorifying self love,
creating boundaries of you and I
while in love, we soared differently
on different clouds, abundantly so,
joining one another, on the ocean
shore clinging to forever once more.
I love you but... for the purpose of this non-argument;
I am in subject to incline to be subornation;
I love you but...would you believe, if you’d receive;
A love token,
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
I love you but...Love spoken, a whisper from my spleen;
I mean,
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Nothing to hide, I’ll be your guide;
To the love environmental…
I love you but...where everyone embraces
Each other’s spirits and souls;
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Storage natural affection love is not enough
And Philia love friendship love sometime is not enough
I love you...
Also Eros love sexual and erotica sometimes is not enough
I love you but...
And that there Ludus thing flirting sometimes is not enough
Still I'm loving you
Those in Pragma committed, married love,
yeah even sometime ain’t good enough
That there Philautia my self-love sho’nuff ain't good enough
Though there are many different kinds of love to experience, the Agape unconditional, divine love… from God
For when mankind's love Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
One love is… God’s Love
God’s love is love enough
So I'm just gonna put up, shut up, and look up
Cause sometimes love just ain't enough
But betcha my golly wow now My God
My God's love
My God's Love is more than enough
9/11/19
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Silent One
Just the curtains veil from your window
Too dark only the omnipotent has great eyes
Vaguely so do I can't see you clearly through
Where soft comfort can't deny you simply lies.
I know how lonely you are inside with so much rage
Languishing in pain secretly others may not truly see
No courage to gain help to rescue like a bird in a cage
How life is innocuous not loved, helpless you can be.
I see no freedom from self-love, one-sided, egotistical
You torture yourself loving someone not loving you back
It's calamitous, dancing on your own is so hypocritical
Choosing love your own way, love isn't fair, a life-hack.
When will your head bump on the door, so you will know
That love isn't all that life may depress, you can move
Here outside, I'm thinking here how would I help you go
Be like a hero, comfort you inside or show you my love.
I'm broken I'm not okay.
I hate myself.
I try to love but I can't.
tell me I need to find self love
It's hard to do that when my whole life I've been put down
I'm having a good day and can't help but feel sad.
that's not normal.
I'm scared to lose everyone.
I'm scared I'm going to be left alone.
I can't do this.
I'm terrified and I don't even know of what.
My feelings? that I'm loving someone again?
I'm broken on the inside and no one can see it.
I tell myself that I'm okay but I'm not.
I'm dead on the inside.
all I feel is sadness and depression.
I'm drifting I don't know who I am anymore.
my fight with depression,
feeling like I'm going to be abandoned everyday is getting worse
I have so many people who care about me
but yet all I feel is sad and lonely and I cant deal with this pain much longer.
I need someone to hold me and tell me that I'm okay
I need someone to hold me is that so hard to ask for?
Why is it that I'm always there for others;
then when I need someone physically here for me I don't have a single person?
GOD DAMN IT I JUST NEED SOMEONE please.
I'm so tired of holding everything in all the time.
you don't know the pain I feel.
i wasted my summer on a love that wasn't real and still stay by the dudes side.
the pain I feel is unreal to someone who doesn't know me.
I'm broken I'm falling apart It's the story of my life.
I'm dead and that's okay.
I'm sinking under water, no not water blood I'm choking.
I'm choking on all the pain I feel inside.
i'll hold you even when I'm down.
I hide all my pain under a mask of stupidity and bravery.
you tell me I'm strong but I don't feel strong.
I hide my feelings.
I don't show what I feel I put on a mask and call it a day.
I use the drugs to heal the pain but it just makes it worse when I'm sober.
I've been clean for almost a month now.
I don't have withdraws never did
I knew I'd never get addicted
only to the feeling of being happy
I wish I could take back everything negative in my life but I can't
I wish I could be happy without drugs or alcohol.
I wish that I wasn't so broken.
I wish I could be okay.
I just want to be normal.
My thoughts I bare center around your love
I climb mountains - I acknowledge trust
Bound to care - the memories on my mind
I am infatuated and I blossom like that of a flower
I blush - when you open those loving arms
In my head - I vision the bud , yet I find
That loving bouquet -I see develops before my eyes
And the garden grows like the beloved feelings , I bare
He listens - he cares about each thought I think
And again my eyes - Love binds with thus a wink
I said , she said - words of wisdom come true to me so wise
I am beauteous - I have a beautiful soul
Your love I see completes me making me whole
I am gifted - I see the light shining down onto me
Then silence! still he wraps his loving self around
My heart it throbs - it pounds - the music plays
I see beauty transpire, I truly remember those days
I sleep ! My dreams in the wild, wild nights
Praise God I met you - in my life it may seem
I boast of fragrance with the aroma of the bud
And thus in my heart , the rose - then too with prose
I meditate! I journal my thoughts with self esteem
And the self love I feel , loving you is so real
At night I blossom with roots of personality
And may the petals on my heart impel me to say
I bless the loyalty of our love , day by day...
I'm aware of everyone's faults and downside.
They will tear me since my life is now a façade.
I was fully immersed in this level of self-love.
Philanthropy is tied to being aware and sensitive.
Everything was flawed, but I was "in the zone."
Many people grasped my illusion and shone.
We have hit obstacles in vast areas of quietness.
Forlorn begets both activeness and idleness.
My broken and weak lines have torn asunder.
I was overwhelmed with blazing, imperfect anger.
My final aim in ecstasy is to leap off something.
The white mask implies that I wore it for nothing.
My commitment was prompted by optimism.
Dreams of virtue drove me to strive for idealism.
You will be cracked no matter how firm you try.
Even on brink of anguish, hope thrives and lullaby.
Written: June 17, 2021
Writing Prompt - Flawed - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
My arms stretched around her.
She rose like a flower.
Blossoming to life.
Her lips a bud.
Flourished full.
I a reddish ceramic.
A reminder that we are grounded.
She filled where I felt most empty.
On certain days she would dance in my arms.
Painting my cheeks rose red.
Creating foundation we both can grow.
Her trust being the ultimate gift.
Arms wide open she dug deeper.
Without soil, water or sun.
I'd stunt her growth.
Our self love being reason to how we feed each other.
Blooming the petals of what became ideal.
I gave without fear that the vase would break.
Butterflies loom over her head.
Watching her grow was the most important thing
For years I'd written myself notes
with names of some I can't remember.
Those I've cheered; stood and applauded.
Protagonists who played Romeo
to my Juliet. Shakespeare would've lauded.
Scribbles that should've been love letters
that would've made me a better person.
There were more than a few endearing roles,
romantic ones, comedies and life's dramas.
Names that have faded on the playbills.
Sometimes I struggle to remember them all
as I recall tears of both joy and sorrow.
There were times when love was undeserved.
Times when I swerved off the virtuous road,
and followed the wrong path that led to heartache...
Regretful am I for having played around
and like a fool, I broke hearts, including my own.
I realized that I had to love myself to be worthy
of love from others. Not the kind that smothers,
but the type that gives free rein to roam and return
instead of burning bridges on paths I'd walked.
Learning to love myself allowed me to see
that there was no need to give up the stage
and wage war in a rage at the time-stealing thief...
the makeup artist who painted wrinkles on my face,
and silver hair that causes a thespian grief.
Age... that sordid bandit who addled my memory.
No standing ovation for comedy that's not divine,
nor for refusing to recite my farewell lines.
My scribbled notes have become love letters
that I should've boldly written to myself long ago.
My emotions are still engaging, for I mourn
the absence of loved ones who are gone
but often appear in reveries and dreams.
I walked in their footsteps but not the light
that gleamed in their eyes on opening night.
Stars still glimmer and shine in mine
but I'm no longer star struck with delusion,
for I stopped wearing the veil of illusion.
It's not what I've done or the words I've said
that I should love about myself. No...
the One I thank and love the most is God above.
Love yourself my loves.
Loving yourself will set you free, just like a bee, flying freely in the air we breathe.
Free to enjoy all of life’s sweet moments, like a love in a dream.
Make a plan that you can achieve all of your dreams.
Loves may come and go, but you will always have yourself to love.
Some loves can fool us, but you can never fool yourself.
You can make a better life, anytime you can start, just believe you can and make a start.
Don’t give up on yourself, put some effort in and you will have a great start.
Take everyday as an opportunity to improve yourself, let go of mistakes, and make better choices.
Learn from your mistakes, and if you slip back, just start again, don’t let anyone ruin your life.
Love yourself, today and tomorrow and forever, because this will help you feel complete.
Loving yourself, will also help others, your example will set a path for others to follow.
Growing in love is a plan that you can achieve, just believe and you will be free, to reach all of your dreams.
Lifting love and prayers to God, may all that can hear be blessed with success and love today and always.