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This is a poem by Becky Birtha that has helped me a lot:

You are not broken, beautiful child

Nothing about you is wrong

Other people have made their mistakes on you

but you survived.

You are whole

you will heal

you will be all you ever wanted.

you no longer remain the victim of those years.

Your body is yours

you can fill it with joy

your thoughts are in your control

you feelings are as free as the sound of chiming bells.

you are loved,

you are lovable, beautiful child.

you always were

you are forgiven.

While I now don't really agree that the poem should say "you are forgiven" because there is nothing that we need to be forgiven for because we did nothing wrong, when I'm in a dark place I still feel like I need forgiveness and that line helps.

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This was a poem I wrote myself, so would like to share with you all...

Behind Her Eyes - By Sammie RP

A smile can deceive you through night and day,

Not everyone is honest when they say there okay.

Look into the eyes as they can not lie,

Look for the tears she does not cry.

A wish would be helpful if it was to come true,

But she always knows her life without you.

When the nights are dark she's the one alone,

Wishing there was someone else to come home.

You'll grab her by the heart then crush it in a glance,

Attract her with your charm and lie with your dance.

She see's not your game but believes all your lie's,

But only in her heart will you hear her crie's.

She knows nothing better then words un-spoken,

With her carrie's a heart that has been left broken.

But remember always she'll be perfectly Okay,

You can hurt her again on another day.

Don't guide her to the path of hurt tomorrow,

As she is the only one to feel the sorrow.

Give her no pain to feel deep inside,

For her there is no where else to hide.

This girl has nothing left to which she can lose,

Just a Broken heart with a gentle fuse.

So send her more pain and tell her more lie's

Because she'll never allow you the tears she crie's.

She will carry on and pick herself up right,

But she will still be alone on a cold dark night.

So even when she believe's all of your lie's,

Remember there's much more Behind Her Eyes

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This is another poem I wrote based on the abuse I went through as a child, I want to share this with you all as I think you will be able to relate to this...

My Scars Tell A Story - By Sammie RP

When I look in the mirror I do not see just me,

I see a little lost girl the one I use to be.

The girl that hid away the pain throughout the years,

All the hurt and anger covered up with un-cried tears.

The woman who has done that and been there,

A little lonely soul searching for someone to care.

Through many paths I have crossed and walked a while,

All the time I hide the hurt and show the oscar smile.

Betrayal became a friend of mine. Loneliness too,

All the while I waited for someone like you.

Just someone to wipe the tears away when these eyes do cry,

Life can be hard at times and people will always lie.

I choose the way I wanted to live, the person I wanted to be,

See I am no longer a victim anymore I'm simply just me.

So yes I have this past of mine which is no happy ending,

But I choose not to follow it, this heart of mine is mending.

No matter what I do though, these scars I will always wear,

They are not something you can erase an wish they was not there.

Marked by them always, in my heart they dived,

But my scars they tell a story they say that I survived!!!


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Just Imagine

Imagine a world where children

are free to be who they are.

There is no room for harm or danger,

and they feel safe and secure.

Imagine your life as it is now.

You are an adult and you can stay safe.

There is no room for more pain and hurt.

You need to be safe and secure.

Reach out and touch a life to make it better.

This is part of my hope for a better world.

Together we can make a difference for those

Who are still hurting and being hurt.

Imagine a boy or a girl today being hurt in ways that you were.

Open your arms to all those that are hurting.

There is no time like the present

to make a difference in someone's life.

Imagine a world with only love with no hate.

Where people greet each other with kindness,

and help each other out without a question.

A world full of peace and harmony

Imagine something better than where you are.

I place to feel safe and secure, so you can

be free to find your true self, and share

your new freedom with others who feel as you do.

Just Imagine

and see where it takes you.

Michael Joseph

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Do Not Shadow the Good Stuff

Looking back at yesterday

do not shadow the good stuff!

sometimes the pain and hurt may stay

and the flower you picked is thrown away

Was Monday so bad?

Did you see the smile she gave you?

sometimes the pain and hurt hide

what good we feel deep inside

Did Tuesday provide something swell?

Or did you only see the decay inside?

sometimes it is hard to see

the good in things like friends like me!

Did Wednesday show any sunshine?

was there someone to hold you?

sometimes a stanger can be the light

that makes your week turn out bright!

By Thursday was there a glimmer of hope?

The kind old man that listened so well?

sometimes it takes the bad to see all the good

and finally to know that someone understood!

On Friday was it just the end of the work week?

Or did someone remind you of some wonderful thought?

sometimes a kind word is all you need

to clean up your garden of one bad weed!

It’s Saturday and rest is swell

a smile works wonders while with a friend

sometimes happiness shows up like a gift

and behold a wonderful new life shift!

Sunday I hope the week brought some life

surrounding you with sunshine and joy

sometimes you need to breathe deep and see

all the wonderful things life brings to thee.

Each day, week, and year brings so many feelings

choose a beautiful song for the scrapbook in your mind

sometimes we need to sense some pleasure

wonderful memories become your treasure.

By Michael Joseph

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Apart of Me by ShawnCrane (October 31, 2012)

What you see on the surface is kosher

Tranquil, just like a sedative

I keep the lid sealed on the exposure

Holding back all the negative

Never letting it see the light of day

In this shell, I hide away

These masks camoflauge and disguise my face

Even if I try to escape

This rage will be there wherever I go

Turning me into a psycho

A destructive twisting, spinning cyclone

Raining down, reflecting my soul

Its a mirror image looking at me

And we're both the catastrophe

Living hell where the screams are maddening

Everyday is a tragedy

So I close my eyes praying it will end

But my mind won't let me pretend

It shows me the same sequence once again

Painted the color of bloodshed

Everything's dead, fading into darkness

And nothing's left except carnage

Going back to where it started

An option long since departed

I open my eyes, its gone in a flash

I'm still here and safe from the past

I wonder how long these memories last

Next thing I know, it all went black

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Dive by SLAM poet Andrea Gibson

i often repeat myself

and the second time's a lie

i love you

i love you

see what i mean i don't

...and i do

and i'm not talking about a girl i might be kissing on

i'm talking about this world i'm blissing on

and hating

at the exact same time

see life---doesn't rhyme

it's bullets...and wind chimes

it's lynchings...and birthday parties

it's the rope that ties the noose

and the rope that hangs the backyard swing

it's a boy about to take his life

and with the knife to his wrist

he's thinking of only two things

his father's fist

and his mother's kiss

and he can't stop crying

it's wanting tonight to speak

the most honest poem i've ever spoken in my life

not knowing if that poem should bring you closer

to living or dying

drowning of flying

cause life doesn't rhyme

last night i prayed myself to sleep

woke this morning

to find god's obituary scrolled in tears on my sheets

then walked outside to hear my neighbor

erasing ten thousand years of hard labor

with a single note of his violin

and the sound of the traffic rang like a hymn

as the holiest leaf of autumn fell from a plastic tree limb

beautiful ---and ugly

like right now

i'm needing nothing more than for you to hug me

and if you do

i'm gonna scream like a caged bird doesn't rhyme

sometimes love is a vulgar word

sometimes hate calls itself peace on the nightly news

i've heard saints preaching truths

that would have burned me at the stake

i've heard poets tellin lies that made me believe in heaven

sometimes i picture hitler at seven years old

a paint brush in his hand at school

thinkin what color should i paint my soul

sometimes i remember myself

with track marks on my tongue

from shooting up convictions

that would have hung innocent men from trees

have you ever seen a mother falling to her knees

the day her son dies in a war she voted for

can you imagine how many gay teen-age lives were saved

the day matthew shepherd died

could there have been anything louder

than the noise inside his father's head

when he begged the jury

please don't take the lives of the men

who turned my son's skull to powder

and i know nothing would make my family prouder

than giving up everything i believe in

still nothing keeps me believing

like the sound of my mother breathing

life doesn't rhyme

it's tasting your rapist's breath

on the neck of a woman who loves you more

than anyone has loved you before

then feeling holy as jesus

beneath the hands of a one night stand

who's calling somebody else's name

it's you never feelin more greedy

than when you're handing out dollars to the needy

it's my not eating meat for the last seven years

then seeing the kindest eyes i've ever seen in my life

on the face of a man with a branding iron in his hand

and a beat down baby calf wailing at his feet

it's choking on your beliefs

it's your worst sin saving your fucking life

it's the devil's knife carving holes into you soul

so angels will have a place to make their way inside

life doesn't rhyme


life is poetry --- not math

all the world's a stage

but the stage is a meditation mat

you tilt your head back

you breathe

when your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks

and you pray for rain

and you teach your sons and daughters

there are sharks in the water

but the only way to survive

is to breathe deep

and dive

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Theres a side 2 rape, thats not spoken.

Where Friendships are lost & Families are broken.

Theres a side 2 rape, that Touches Lives.

Where theres cultural silence, rape survives.

Theres a side of rape that blames for sure.

At times it's taught, their now unpure.

Theres a side 2 rape, when you just hear.

That can fill your thoughts with pain & fear.

Theres a side 2 rape, depending on whose involved.

If it's investigated or if it's solved.

Theres a side of rape if viewed by others.

More tend to become, lustul brothers.

Theres a side of rape, depending on whom.

If the Seed of Truth is Allowed To Bloom.

Theres a side of rape, even at war.

Thats not okay, thats' for Sure.

Theres a side of rape, all really should know.

When culturals deal with it, rape can't grow.

Theres a side of rape, many don't feel.

Most times were blamed, thats for real.

Theres a side 2 rape ,when we can not provide.

In the wave of flashbacks, in Lifes tide.

Theres a side of rape, even with the eyes.

Theres lack of Respect, where Honor flies.

Theres a side of rape, depending on how many times.

How Wounded we become, from rape & crimes.

Theres a side of rape, that breaks the Bond of Trust.

Lots of times it's not talked about, uncontrolled lust.

Theres a side of rape, the guys gossip to.

And were are preyed on more, by a few.

Theres a side of rape, GOD Knows All.

And any type.... is against GOD'S Law !

Theres a side of rape , if its Us or a Friend.

That Wounds Our Soul, if Justice is pretend.

Theres a side of rape, if it's our Child.

In the Field of Life, where trust grows wild.

Theres a side of rape, when none care, if we tell.

Its alot more difficult, 4 us 2 get well.

Theres a side of rape, if we can't turn the page.

It effects Our Growth, in Lifes stage.

Theres a side of rape, that effects our trust.

Though it's not our fault, uncontrolled lust.

Theres a side of rape, if they have connections.

Our Friends will scatter, Our Past Protections

Theres a side of rape, that all should know.

If not dealt with Properly, the rapes will grow.

Theres a side of rape, that must be written & said.

When men seek to control their lust, rapes not fed.

Theres a side of rape, that can be a Good Thing 2.

Raise them Right, & the rapes will be few.

Theres a side of rape, Where We Can Relate To Others.

Mothers, Daughters, Friends.......Sisters, Brothers !

4 all those silent voices, really not heard.

Because in some societys, rapes a bad word.

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