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His Name Is Insomnia

Insomnia feels like its a inner demon inside laughing at us keeping us up on purpose, just to torture us to the brink of insanity. 
We sit up all day and all night, the days running into one another over and over again. The pain we feel is more intense at night and even more intense without sleep.
Insomnia is like the devil ready to burn you alive, but instead insomnia is a slow and steady rain hitting your forehead making you go insane,
Screaming and crying his name Insomnia.

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Turn Back Time

Imagine being told as a little girl that you are ugly, you are stupid, and that you are a four eyed little freak.
I still hear those words in my mind as the days go by in my life.
Those words can crush a little girls dreams and hopes.
Being on a big yellow school bus,
nowhere to hide and nowhere to run, 
Your glasses ripped off your face tossed around like a football. Than there broken in half and thrown back.
You have very little money,
So fixing them was with tap and crazy glue.
Only to have it happen again day after day.
I have suffered so as the years have gone by,
Not knowing if I can trust anyone that comes along.
I thought I could get over it all,
but as I get older the trust is not there.
How I wish I could turn back time,
and fight for what was right.
Stop them on sight,
carry my head up high.
Not to be scared to live life and be afraid that being bullied would follow me for all eternity. 
How I wish I could turn back time and stop the bullying before it was begun.

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Grinch

I am the Grinch,
I'm not green with envy.
My heart is not two sizes to small,
Or made of coal,
With demons in my soul.
I am the grinch,
With hatred for an overrated holiday.
Based upon nothing,
But money and greed.
Family time doesn't come in to play,
It's like a board game of Monopoly,
A race to make it to the boardwalk.
And screw everyone else.
A holiday to compare who got the better Christmas gift.
And how much it cost.
I am the Grinch,
I am not green with full of envy,
My heart is not two sizes too small,
But four sizes too big.
I have a heart of gold,
And unlike the real Grinch,
 I Would give you my shirt off my back if needed.
I am the Grinch,
Why you need a holiday to spend time with family
Makes no sense to me.
We spend enough money all year round for retail.
Just for them to get richer on a holiday,
Raises prices above prices.
And all the greed in the world gets more expensive,
And Uglier.
With two simple words,
Merry Christmas.
Happy Halidays.
I am the Grinch,
That didn't steal Christmas,
Just the Grinch,
Just hates the holidays,
and what they have become.

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The Walls of Lost Souls of Vietnam

The Wall Of Lost Souls Of Vietnam
Have you ever seen the wall? That is the Vietnam Wall.
I have seen this wall, 
I have touched the wall and have felt those lost souls flow threw my hand. These were the souls that were tragically taken.
There souls can not rest.
Their families can't stop grieving over them.
These Souls are our heros of our country.
I know a Vietnam Veteran his name is Guy Jones,
He is my father, He is just not my father but also a loving husband.
My father made thus country the way it is today. Because of him and all our other veterans our children are safe. I am proud and lucky to have him as my father and the grandfather of all my children. But most of all because he is my dad. 
I am daddy's little girl,
Vietnam Veterans are forever thought of and loved and prayed for in my heart. 
The wall does not have my fathers name on it, He was one of the lucky ones. 
Once a soldier always a soldier.
this poem is dedicated to my father, my hero, this is a proud daughter of a vietnam

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The Struggle To Be a Survivor

Bipolar, Depression, Anxiety, the three mental illnesses that one person has.
Twenty three years have gone by and I can't enjoy life.
Bipolar, Depression, Anxiety is crippling my mind. The struggle is so real, like a bad nightmare that won't end.
My life sometimes feels like its in fast foward, as if the button is stuck on a remote control.
Then when your mind decides to calm down and stop, it feels like you crashed into a wall like your coming down from a deep drug that has taken control of who you really are. 
You get put on medicines after medicines, 
Your mind gets immune to them, so you get put on more medicines.
All your life your taking pills to get better and hope that someday it will all disappear. 
I may be a survivor, but even this gets the best of me and I feel like a failure.
I may fall, but I get back up dust myself off and fight some more.
Bipolar, Depression, Anxiety the struggle of life.
Which there is no end.

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This Purple Heart

If i had a million hearts i'd save the best one for you,
All i have is this sad heart, not exactley torn in two.
But im not damaged goods, but my hearts not new.
I may not be able to feel you much,
but i can offer you a heart that is true.
My heart mabe purple but it still alive,
So i am asking please except my heart as a symbole that i love you,
This heart is purple and so very lonely,
My heart wants to feel emotion pf love and the touch of romance again.
But i need a repair of my heart,
I need to be healed by strong hands, 
and the love and tenderness of his touch

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Grief of Being Disowned

Part of me wishes I knew what I've done wrong!
I ask myself everyday why my heart has to be torn in two.
The one thing that means the world to me,
No longer wants me in their life.
I'm toxic and don't know how!
I've worked so hard to get back what i had,
only for it to vanish into neverland.
I'm grieving over the lost,
But in reality their very much alive.
I've tried so hard to be apart of their life,
but in the end,
it wasn't good enough.
So this is what it feels to be disappointed in oneself,
and this is what it feels like to be disowned by someone you gave birth too.
This is a pain I never thought i would ever feel.
It's crushing with every single breath I take.
I just wish this pain would disappear.
Just vanished in the wind.
I pray to my angels,
to help me understand.
But even I don't think they have the answer's.
Part of me wishes I had the answer's to my own questions,
The only answer I can give my grieving heart,
Is the one I've always known and felt.
This disowned mother,
is definitely not wanted,
not loved,
is truly hated,
and won't be missed by any means.
So the torture will continue in my mind.
And life goes on unfortunately,
and my grief will get better in time,
But hundreds and thousands of years will go by,
and not one day will pass that i won't think of you,
or even tell the wind to carry my voice to your ears, and your heart,
to hear and know that i will forever love you!
your loving mother is always with you,
rather you care or not,
till my dying last breath.

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Life Sentence

What is a life sentence?
Is it when a judge castes years upon your life?
Locked away behind medal bars,
With no chance of parole.
Or is it being born without question?
Your fate is in your own hands.
Whatever your wrongdoing is,
Comes back to you tenfold.
A life sentence,
With out the chance of parole,
Is the very life sentence you are living at this very moment.
Without those heavy steal bars,
Under lock and key.
Your free to roam,
Where ever that maybe.
But what ever wrong doing you have created,
You will have to answer to your own hands of fait.
It could be a painful sentence,
With years added on to your mortal life.
Or your life sentence can end quickly and painless,
With your very last breath.

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True Colors

I've tried and tried and continue to try,
but I guess it never mattered.
In the end you just laughed at me,
Till you see the torture rip thru my soul.
But somehow I knew you didn't care.
I've tried to be real,
But you've been fake like plastic surgery is.
To you I didn't matter.
Whatever I did or said,
you still made a point to make fun of me.
I guess you were just another bully,
You may not be as bad as all the rest.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
and eventually they heal.
But your words just tear me apart,
your words lay heavy on my mind.
In the end i never mattered to you one bit,
I'm real,
Your fake as .
But I guess in the end that's what matters.
Showing your true colors.

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Validation In Oneself

You have diluted and poisoned me,
You tried to tell me that I am nothing without you!
I don't need your validation in my life.
You thinking batting your eyes will make me believe.
But your validation of me,
is not worthwhile to my existence.
My validation is priceless and valuable of my own self worth.
Others like you are looking for validation in their own selves. 
I'm guessing you will never find that validation of oneself, 
Cause you will never find what you are looking for if you tell lies
Your validation of me is not needed,
because it's a reflection on how others feel about you.