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Best Poems Written by Bells Goffar

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I love you much you should go to hell

I love you my dear
especially when you're near
you always seem to make my head feel clear

I hate you, you traitor
you left me in fear
you were gone so long that I drank five cases of beer

I'm so in love with you
please don't leave
truly I'll do anything to make you stay 
I beg of you please

I wish you'd die and go to hell
I heard your tone
now I feel unwell

Oh I love you so much
can we get married? 
It's only been a few months but
I swear it's not that crazy

You sounded off...
I swear I heard it...
I'm sorry I didn't mean to be such a big burden...

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Imag1ne pt 1

Imagine waiting for something or maybe it’s someone. Someone you look for in everyone you pass by but not someone that is easy to find. Everytime you pass by these people you look at their feet first, see what kind of shoes they have on. Destroyed black sneakers that are stained darker with red. Then you move up to their ankles, boney and sticking out like balls of compressed dirt, filled with worms and insects on the inside. Your gaze moves up to their knobby bruised knees that look like perhaps they’ve been painted on with watercolors. Next your eyes follow upwards to their thighs. You already know that they say it’s just their cat. Past their skirt you get up to their short-cut top, their ribs sticking out from their skin, looking like they’re trying to rip through to be free. You move your eyes up to their scarf wrapped around their neck hiding the bruises from their so-called lovers. Finally you reach up to their face. So sweet yet such a saddened look going across it. Pale white skin with tints of blue from the veins trying to shine through. Yellow and brown eyelids like dying sunflowers in a sad vase left behind and forgotten in a dark room with the blinds shut tight. Eyes that look like drops of golden honey or maybe even sap from a maple tree dripped into them, giving them the somewhat ‘life’ that they long to have. Their nose, glazed with hints of red around the openings from being wiped so many times to get away the excess ‘powders’ that make them feel again what they believe to be called joy and happiness. Lips redder than a blood moon that occurs only twice a year, peeling apart from the hours upon hours of picking and ripping apart with their teeth. Lastly your eyes wander up to their thinning hair which was once before very lucious and thick. Your eyes return to theirs as the passing is almost finished. You can see the worry in their eyes slowly go away a little bit as they find comfort in a stranger's eyes, yours. You smile and they return the expression back. You look back down at their mouth when they smile, their decaying teeth slightly showing right before their mouth goes right back shut to its distressed resting position. After you two pass all the way you start to wonder, do other people do the same? Do other people observe others as you do with everyone, looking for that person in someone else that you forever will long to be with?

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Narcissistic Parent

You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone, 
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?

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our bodies

Our bodies are a temple
we should treat them as they are,
we hurt them and beat them down,
we neglect them,
we abuse them,
yet they do so much for us

we cut them up and they heal,
we starve them and they try to keep us alive,
we don't water them enough and they give us warnings instead of just shutting down right away on us

if you give, it'll give back
if you take, it will let you take the time you need to give it back
our bodies are for us, they are patient and try their best to give our spirit and soul a nice warm place to stay

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Imag1ne pt 2

Well, I think I found them. Yes they may not look the same, and yes they may not have the same personality. But it’s not always just about that, that isn’t what I'm looking for. I’m looking for the same kind of soul that I can feel connect with mine. The kind of soul that you can feel giving yours a hug just by you being in the presence of its owner's body. I want to get to feel the kind of love that you only experience with one person, the kind where you’re more comfortable with them then you’ve ever been with anyone. The kind where you can be yourself without even hesitating to decide if it’s ok if you do. Well, I think as I said before that I found it. Or rather them not ‘it’. This person that i’ve found has the most stunning soul, the most gorgeous smile that could light up the whole room. They make me calm when i’m going through the roughest storm and being as near to them as I can be at this moment is my goal till I can hopefully soon be in their presence in person.