#mytruth

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  • yesenias_song 2w

    Here I lie again, in bed. With thoughts and glimpses of you in my head.
    Dizzy spells of the past that seem to forever last. I'm Exhausted. At times consumed by the memory of my hearts crippling pain. All those sacrifices just in vain. Shadows of the version of you I once loved still dwell. They make me want to yell. Vision turned into a nauseating delusion. So sick of feeling this way. So much to be said but knowing you could careless anyway. Prayer is my solace. Pain is my darkness. The recent events just broke me even more. I'm so insignificant to you that I'm the one you still choose to ignore. Not worthy enough to be seen by you. So easy to make a promise to but in the end you still choose not to pull through. You're not the man I fell in love with. You've retracted to that insecure man that I met. Instead of building yourself up, you've let darkness be your everlasting breath. In the end, I want to forget. Not love you or loathe you. I just want to not look back with regret. I pray to speed up the healing process to bring forth indifference.
    That beautiful notion is all I crave because only then will my heart, mind, body and soul be anew.

    ©yesenias_song

  • mariateresa 4w

    When I started sharing my writing publically almost 3 years ago, that was the moment my motto "Triumphing over Trauma" was born. Shining light into darkness, having the courage to be vulnerable by sharing my experience, strength and hope. We do heal, as long as we feel: Maria Teresa, Emotional Musings ��


    #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquill #truth #courage #triumphingovertrauma #thisisme #mytruth #authenticself #survivor #empowerment #healing #raiseyourvoice #feelingishealing #human #humanity mystory

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    Triumphing over Trauma

    Inner whispers of mystery speak
    While leaning into feelings so deep
    Observing as they come and go
    Holding onto the belief that with time abundance will grow
    No need to feel shame or worry
    Rainbow aura keeps me shielded when intuition is blurry
    Instincts sharpened by experience, teaches me to carry on
    Passionate heart is the vehicle that drives me towards dawn
    When darkness threatens to shut out the Light
    Ranges of emotions are the waves I surf at night
    "Triumphing over Trauma" as my battle cry
    Accepting this truth becomes my only guide

    ©mariateresa

  • charfire_m 6w

    #today #vtodaye #September #vSeptembere #date #vdatee #922021 #v922021e #2021 #v2021e ⭕️💯🙏🏾😇👋 ##selfrepost #vselfreposte #selfsaid #vselfsaide #herewegoagain #vherewegoagaine #over #vovere 🌾😉😄🚪👋🤗🤩#Repeating #vRepeatinge #echo #vecho 🥸😎🤯😶‍🌫️😳🤔, 🤥>🚫💯‼️> ♻️📶♒️💗 =hath truth #mytruth #vmytruthe
    #v1e #Enjoy_empowered_life_value
    #ENJOY_empowered_life #lifessmile
    (Was=#Enjoy_EmPoweRed_Living )#v2021e series of#yourkindofsmile #💯 🦇🐝🐜 #Whatisright is never #Politicallycorrect the same as what is insane, for it only insane when opening a locked door,when you don't know it's locked; so is being insane,something that comes from choosing the right thing before the door gets locked; can everyone1 make the right choice if they are willing to sacrifice themselves....as, if that is the only way to make the right choice, to some how be what starts something and by the willing to let life be, only with out you being able to see it in a world and a time when everybody can make the right chose, if only they are given the best of what is being able to see all the facts and what is the history of history and never the story of what another can call history (as if, that made up history/ family history is something that is the whole of history and not just a part) and still this history is truth, it's just might not be the real truth of what is the whole true of being what history is of each step and how it became a step to being what is history. For only in history, will 1one be able to see how to better 1one's self to that of see how to make better of any murder and slavery that has cursed humanity to become that of having good parts to that having bad parts. If only history was their to teach us something more then what it means in repatriation be so used....I forgive #textadding
    #takingthenextstep #follofwyourself #wordsdoinspire #wordporn #qikquotes #empowermentquotes #quotestothinkabout #quotesforlife #quotesdaily ●##itsokay#selfbuild #seekingonforth #lovingmylife #yesican #lawofattractiongratitude # thankyou gratitude # theUniverse inspiratingquestions # selflove #lawofattractionlove #lightworker #ascendedmaster# happydays #follower #vfollowere

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    ©charfire_m

  • klynic 8w

    FOR BETTER FOR LIFE

    I could have sworn I felt it
    Your hands went numb for a minute
    The warmth in your palms gave way
    to nothingness

    I saw you hide the tears
    Smiling through and staying close
    The peace you gave seemed distant
    from you

    But darling, I want to tell you today
    that in this darkness and uncertainty
    There's one thing you can bank on
    My hands will never stop holding you
    ©klynic

  • mariateresa 11w

    Come out to play

    Skipping down a flower lined path, along the coast where the tide comes in low
    Find me there with a open heart, collecting seashells and singing to myself in a rhythmic waves, deeply breathing, my body slows
    Hypnotized by nature's beauty, swinging on a swing connected to a tree brach
    Aliveness envelops my every thought and feeling like electric energy coursing through my soul creating a spiritual homecoming by its avalanche
    This is how I express my truth
    By playing like a child, inner peace and tremendous love
    Remembering what I held so dear
    Sovereignty born from youth
    Returned to me by following the path
    Coming home for me at last

    ©mariateresa

  • _the_ones_you_left_behind_ 25w

    Yes I'm happy to be a part of your life ____
    What do I call you ?
    You were more than a friend and less than a love
    I'm really happy that I became a part of your journey of life ... Whether it was for a few days or a couple of months, those were the best days of my livelihood that I couldn't disagree to feel the most alive !
    Damn it was so precious that I still think about you . I don't bother about what people say about you but I believe in myself and I still trust you.
    I was unable to make friends after our friendship broke and so I'm not left with any but still I admire our perfect bond of the past. I don't know exactly what to say but I want to clear all our misunderstandings . I have that eagerness to establish that bond of ours again .
    Don't find me wrong please it's all because of situations I've hurt you. Neither it was my idea nor did I see it coming. I'm sorry if things went bad because of me . The last thing I wish is a picture with you after we gain the same bond again !��


    #mirakee
    @mirakeeworld
    @mirakeeans
    @ericwk
    @raven63
    #bond
    #pop
    #mytruth
    #writer

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    Happy Yet Sad

    I'm glad to become a part of your life's journey,
    Yet I'm gloomy that I couldn't make it to the best !

    ©_the_ones_you_left_behind_

  • girlnextdoor477 26w

    #MeToo

    *trigger warning*


    “It’s an accident” they say.
    “You took it wrong”
    “I made a mistake”
    “Please don’t tell, it will ruin my life”
    What about my life?
    You never gave that any thought then, why now?
    Because you got…took what you wanted.
    Yet, I’m supposed to endure the pain and relive the memory over and over again
    To keep it to myself because it will ruin your life.

    To me, “stranger danger” is a myth, that’s not to say it does not exist, but I have only ever known them as my true salvation.

    Don’t trust a stranger? That’s rich.

    It should be, don’t trust your friend.
    Don’t trust your family.
    Don’t trust your partner.
    Don’t trust your co-worker.
    Who can I trust?

    I’m only 27 years old and those are the people I’ve been taught not to trust.
    Thus, when you feel the tears
    Hear the muffled cries
    See the hidden scars
    Don’t you dare look at me and call me dramatic, because you seen something I tried to hide.

    I deal with the pain, the memories, and the re-victimization everyday.

    The shame is not mine to keep yet it’s where it lives.

    It does not matter what you do.
    If you decide to keep it a secret or you set yourself free you will forever be forced to relive those moments, that you try so hard to repress.
    To question what had happened.
    To wonder how you brought this on yourself.

    The only difference is you either question yourself or have the world question you.

    So go ahead and cast your judgements and blame, because there is nothing you can say to me that I haven’t already said to myself.

    But think about how your mother, your sister, your daughter, and your girlfriend felt because the one thing I can promise in this world today is, they have been where I have, and it is not a place you can ever leave.

    So, my story is hard to read?

    Try living it.
    ©girlnextdoor477

  • yesenias_song 26w

    Out In The Cold

    You left me out in the cold. You gave up on me, on us. You gave up on the family and legacy we'd speak about. You left me out in the cold because I upheld my standards and boundaries. You leaving has been a blessing in disguise. For now I remember that I am worthy. Worthy to be loved. God my father has been here by my side, picking up the pieces that this relationship left. It was never love but merely convenience. That's why when life got hard, I was tossed out like the burden I'd become to you. However, now I understand and know that the man that is sent by God will never see me as a burden. The right man will see me as his queen that he will indeed build his legacy with. Your silence has only cemented that notion. I will be more that enough for the right man.

    ©yesenias_song

  • yesenias_song 28w

    Every feel abandoned by those you love the most? Forgotten? I know how you feel. I get those thoughts too. Nonetheless, let me remind you of two things. One, God is always with you. Two, another persons actions has nothing to do with you not being worthy of love. Their incapablility of loving you has everything to do with them. You are of value. You are precious and those who want to be in your life will be. You matter.

    ©yesenias_song

  • theunknownpoet77 77w

    #poetry #igwriter #author #poet #panoramicink #mytruth #fromtheheart #100percent

    Chariots Bloom

    Most speak of chariots blooms
    Lifted wings of butterflies
    Utter havoc rage
    Disengaged this wage
    Floats above overcrowded skies
    Of the what ifs to overdone lullabies
    A vacancy holds captive
    A heart unmoved
    Where are the shivers
    Quivered quintets….
    A hearts song I pity not…
    Melodic rains serenade standby….
    All lies to me….
    Many descend the folly of meaningless words
    Hoaxed this cohersed whodini….
    Who should remember thee….
    We…nothing more than fleeting banter
    Foolish hearts hold post….
    Wandering lunars to gallops
    Dance amongst hazed pixie
    Enveloped the seeps of whistling airs
    Evaporated this sanction of we
    Rustled hues scheme these whistling dixies
    Seeping sands pluck the cores of beating pairs…
    Deceptive glares, alimony or mere ulterior motives….
    Once upon a day,
    A long ways from believing,
    I should receive,
    I have shared
    I have dared
    I have shouldered the blame


    The flame has died
    The wicker has dried
    Stained tabernacles….
    An unsettled purge
    Surge this base….
    The long agos…..
    Now old time sake….
    Guarded gates of memory…
    Never allowing me to forget….


    And they say….


    Who gives a damn…
    Just some words
    Just some ole time fable


    My heart won’t allow me to forget….


    Must cut the umbilicals

    Bouts
    Doubts


    This very thing many go without…..


    Love that is….


    Who is she…..


    This heart thing…not making much sense to me


    Copyright©2014 Roberto D. Styles

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    Chariots Bloom

    Most speak of chariots blooms
    Lifted wings of butterflies
    Utter havoc rage
    Disengaged this wage
    Floats above overcrowded skies
    Of the what ifs to overdone lullabies
    A vacancy holds captive
    A heart unmoved
    Where are the shivers
    Quivered quintets….
    A hearts song I pity not…
    Melodic rains serenade standby….
    All lies to me….
    Many descend the folly of meaningless words
    Hoaxed this cohersed whodini….
    Who should remember thee….
    We…nothing more than fleeting banter
    Foolish hearts hold post….
    Wandering lunars to gallops
    Dance amongst hazed pixie
    Enveloped the seeps of whistling airs
    Evaporated this sanction of we
    Rustled hues scheme these whistling dixies
    Seeping sands pluck the cores of beating pairs…
    Deceptive glares, alimony or mere ulterior motives….
    Once upon a day,
    A long ways from believing,
    I should receive,
    I have shared
    I have dared
    I have shouldered the blame


    The flame has died
    The wicker has dried
    Stained tabernacles….
    An unsettled purge
    Surge this base….
    The long agos…..
    Now old time sake….
    Guarded gates of memory…
    Never allowing me to forget….


    And they say….


    Who gives a damn…
    Just some words
    Just some ole time fable


    My heart won’t allow me to forget….


    Must cut the umbilicals

    Bouts
    Doubts


    This very thing many go without…..


    Love that is….


    Who is she…..


    This heart thing…not making much sense to me


    Copyright©2014 Roberto D. Styles

  • akshita_spaliwal 82w

    दुख में सबसे पहले वही साथ छोड़ते है जिन्हें हैम अपना सच्चा दोस्त मानते है।

    #mirakee#pod#quote#mytruth

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    सच्चा दोस्त सिर्फ आईना ही होता है
    ख़ुशी और ग़म दोनो में साथ देता है
    वरना ये दुनिया वाले तो कभी अपनी धोखा देने की फ़ितरत से बाज़ नही आते

  • kaylachaos 85w

    I don't fish at midnight...abuse series. Important, but out of order.

    It's midnight. I'm 8 months pregnant. He wants to go fishing. I don't want to go fishing. It's midnight. I'm tired. My head hit the front door...I'm going fishing. His dad loads up his nephew in the other car. They will follow us. He grabs the kitchen knife again...I don't have shoes on. He drives erratically..towards the corn fields. I know these fields. They are my fields. He stops the car. 5 second head start. I run. No shoes. 8 months pregnant in a cornfield at midnight because I don't fish at midnight. I know my fields. That's where I got lucky. He was gonna take his baby and leave me for dead...he shouted over and over. He was gonna take my baby...raise him like he is. I ran. I ran. Like forest. I ran. I see the farm house...I'm almost there. He is lost. I'm finally safe. Im finally safe. Im finally safe....no one is home. But, but...how can no one be home. I hid in the only place I fit. Under the feed. And there I lay. Till morning when the monster would finally go away. He was arrested that time. I begged them not too. I knew it would be worse when he got out. I knew a peice of paper meant nothing...he would violate the order. I would go to court to have it removed. I needed him he said...I needed him i repeated
    ©kaylachaos

  • kaylachaos 85w

    ABUSE SERIES...SECTION 3

    Finally got our own place. I'm 6 months pregnant. We had no furniture. He was drunk and passed out. My body ached. I just wanted to rest. I woke him to ask to go to my grandma's to sleep. I. Woke. Him. How. Dare. I. This was when it started to get worse...this was when I realized I wasn't a person to him. I belong to him. I am his property. I'm the unlucky woman to be giving him....a son. The holy vessel. He only had daughters..from multiple women. He needed a son....my son. My baby. I must protect my baby. My son...not his. The moment was like a blur...yet clear...he headbutted me...broke my nose...I ran around the other side of kitchen island. Gotta keep it between us. He picks up a knife..I grabbed the scissors. Who would get who first. He is still drunk...he drops the knife and lunges into my scissors. Straight into is left, front, shoulder. He grins that grin that let's me know...run. He catches me, he chokes me till I pass out...my baby...my baby...I wake up in the bed. Him feeling sorry...him blaming me....I apologize. I apologize. I apologize. My baby is okay. His dad peeks in..his dad. He watched. More than once. He watched.
    ©kaylachaos

  • mrmih1 91w

    Fear

    Scared of the unknown

    Tired of the present

    Looking for excitement

    And adventure

    I better make the move

    Either ways, I want to feel the moves

    I want to feel the waves

    Come winning or losing

    I'm not staying the same

    © Mr Mih

  • mrmih1 91w

    My Thoughts On Abundance

    #mrmih #mytruth

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    Abundance Is Real

    Your saliva is proof

    Air is proof

    The trees are proof

    Animals are proof

    The Ocean is proof

    Energy is proof.

    Sand is just another proof

    Too many to count.

    Follow abundance

    There's plenty for everyone

    Why think narrow?

    © Mr Mih

  • kmm_90 97w

    Misunderstood

    I speak my truth
    Loud and clear
    But am misunderstood
    He hears what he wants to hear.

    ©kmm_90

  • soultee 107w

    Dear Africa

    It's me. It's just me.
    My people. My pain.
    Oh, the spilled blood! The chains.
    The tears, terror, and dread.

    With broken homes left behind and bruised feet forward, they dragged my family across the mourning lands, away from the motherland where Earth's life beat. My loyalty still stands.

    The drums. The paint. The dances. The tribes. I might not have been there. Still, my soul vibes with the sound of that African drum. No, it's not wrong.

    Blessed with sweet melanin and kinky hair that grows towards the golden sun. Graced with a full nose, thick lips, deep eyes, and full hips. No, Africa doesn't lie. It's a beauty fashioned and formed.

    I want to go home. As patriotic as I am, as grateful as I am, for the place where I was born; the lands where my feet have yet to stand calls for me.

    I didn't ask for it. My heart requires it. My soul desires it with an unquenchable flame. Though thousands of miles away, we are one. Inseparable.

    Africa. Dear Africa!
    Submerge me in your rich secrets - Diamonds, gold, and all. Proud beaches and lush forestry so temperate.

    Africa. Dear Africa, come to me!
    My people, my people
    Soon you will truly be set free.
    ©soultee

  • x_ote_x 110w

    What's Keeping Me Awake?

    The nightmares that were gifted from him,
    The damage he's caused to my once sweet inner self
    All because of his absorbed habits of crystal meth,
    Wrapped in sheets trying to sleep tossing, turning finally
    Sitting up straight
    Tears and sweat dripping down my face
    Praying to God
    Please be my saving Grace

    ©k_ha0tiic

  • kawaljit 115w

    I don't need others to validate who I am
    my life is not for them to judge
    but mine to live as best I can
    ©kawaljit

  • theunknownpoet77 118w

    It is what it's not

    A sales rep by day...feels like living a lie. I'm supposed to be a writer, not just a poet. Time is consumed with making a living. My heart is supposed to be my GPS but lately, its been deactivated....10 yrs at what's supposed to be my passion and all ppl have is words that mean very little when their actions are a no show. Sometimes this doesn't feel like a gift....try understanding this, especially being a man my age...then the realist in me keeps telling me 'forget about this writing shit, nobody supports you, stick to your day job playboy'....in a nutshell, the lie pays the bills, passions DONT!!!

    #Fuckabook
    ©authorstyles77