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Tristah Aha Poem
1.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
2. Beauty begins the second you decide
3. Decide to love yourself
4. Decide your own beginning
5. Beginning within yourself
6. Beginning with self perception
7. Perception of society
8. Perception of what is popular
9. Popular with the other kids
10. Popular doesn’t define you
11. You are your own person
12. You are enough
13. Enough for the world
14. Enough for the haterz
15. Haterz are miserable themselves
16. Haterz put you down to make themsel feel better
17. Better than you
18. Better than society
19. Society that is pain stricken
20. Society that is hostile
21. Hostile to their own minds
22. Hostile to their loved ones
23. Ones who would take a bullet for them
24. Ones who may even kill
25. Kill all your doubts
26. Kill the lies that surround in the darkness
27. Darkness that swallows your heart hole
28. Darkness that wanders the earth looking for its next victim
29. Victims that were never heard
30. Victims to their own bodies
31. Bodies that were faded away
32. Bodies that were beaten
33. Beaten to a pulp
34. Beaten with words
35. Words speak louder than actions
36. Words that cut deeper than knives
37. Knives you used to cut yourself
38. Knives that were stuck in your back
39. Back in the same place again
40. Back to where it all began
41. Began with me
42. Began with you
43. You hurt others
44. You hurt yourself most of all
45. All of the lies that invaded your body
46. All the manipulation
47. Manipulation of the mind kills
48. Manipulation over time
49. Kills
50. Time
Faith, Makenlee, Tristah, & Christian
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Tristah Aha Poem
I hate night time
When I go and lay for the attempt at sleep
But when I go it’s not sleep that’s on my mind
My mind sets off to find things to ponder on
I can’t control it
I feel as if he’s sitting in my head playing the video game of my thoughts and feelings and refuses to put the controller down for a break
It’s the main reason I tend to stay up until 1 AM
Or 2...or 3
I can’t rest with all the negativity pounding and racing through my all so delicate mind
When I most need a person to help me through it, Nobody's there
No one ever is
It’s always that one person who seems a million miles away
There presence that was once there has vanished
Abandoned.
Out of place.
Nowhere to go.
Except into the cold space in your bed
Letting the darkness swallow your heart
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Tristah Aha Poem
This society today
Where kids do drugs and fall astray
We need more Jesus
So he can love us and lead us
We, as a nation, have fallen behind
This is not what was in His mind
Shooting & killing, with your bullets and words
I am beginning to think this is for the birds
I pray for this Earth that He made
That one day we will engage in trade
The trade of peace for peace
Instead of cotton for fleece
For God so loved the world
He gave His only begotten son
So let’s not get this twirled
& rejoice in the salvation that has begun
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Tristah Aha Poem
I loved them
Every bone in her body
Every tooth in her smile
Every thread in her sweatshirt
Every vein in her aged hands
They comforted me in ways that nothing ever could
So heartwarming I didn’t know how to function when I couldn’t brush my hand upon hers
The last thing I remember is seeing tubes invading her body as if she was in a snake pit
We were there for hours
I never wanted to leave, she was ours
People came and went
But there was one specific moment
I was sitting in a chair across from her, trying to stay warm, and I yawned
She had caught my glance just at the right moment and stopped the person from talking by the single raising of a hand as if she had the power of God
She asked me if I was tired, and if I wanted to lay with her
I wanted to scream
I wanted to yell
I wanted to cry
I was tired of seeing her go through this
I was tired of all the pain that it brought to not only her but those around her
But I told her no, and had to hold back the tears
Ignorant she was, she waved me over
With those same hands with which she held me as I returned the favor in that hospital bed
Told me that she loved me
Had missed me
Asked me how I was doing
She didn’t even care about her condition, but she was involved with everyone else's
She grabbed my hand
I returned the favor
It was in that moment that I felt more at home than I have ever
The next day
Sitting here unable to hold back the tears anymore
She laid so peaceful
I wanted to shout and say that this wasn’t real
But what I didn’t want to face was that this was all too real
Real enough for me to feel the pain and sorrow
Every bone in her body
Every tooth in her smile
Every thread in her sweatshirt
Every vein in her aged hands
Comforted me in ways that nothing ever could
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