You don’t need to apologize for setting boundaries. You have every right to decide how you respect to the actions of others. You owe yourself healthy relationships. Do yourself justice by removing toxic people from your life. Breathe in, breathe out slowly, and count to ten. There is no rule book on how to cope when these things end. You may not feel it now, but things will get better, even if life doesn’t tell you when. Imagine yourself a solar system and the sun is your core. You are never going to truly lose the sun. But night does happen, so recharge and be ready to rise again in the morning. The truth is that the hardest thing you will ever do in your life is forgive someone who never apologized. But you don’t need to do this for them; you need to do this for yourself.
I love poetry. I love to show it's ok to speak your mind. I love to inspire people.
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How does one apologize?.
Become more than a speck of dust
Be beautiful things happen when you distance yourself from negativity. Negativity distracts me from my goals so I simply don’t entertain it I occasionally laugh at it as well. Time heals almost every given time stoping about thinking too much it’s alright not to know the answers they will come to you when you least expect it. Smile 😊. You don’t own all the problems in the world don’t compare your life to others and don’t judge them. You have no idea what their journey is about. Just staying positive even when it feels like you’re life is falling apart. If stressing out and crying helps than do what you need everyday to help not everyone heals the scars underneath. You never know how strong you are until being strong is the ONLY choice you have. Take things slow today many problems follow with mood swings that increase anger or negativity. This is how you can handle yourself everyday take walks go hang with friends even if you feel you don’t have any. Do something you have always wanted start over to forgive those who got hurt.
As it should be natural
The world still has much love to give, and I see it. I hope that those blinded by hate and rage will feel it. A love so fiery it becomes the color of cherries, and candles, and lipstick, and they will finally see the world with all its love to give. Even on bad days and cold nights where it feels it has all but gone. You still have purpose. It has been inside you since the day you were born. A tiny firefly born from the light of the universe. There’s a world of reason inside you, an entire library of thoughts and emotions. For all the moments that steal your hope, just remember the universe intended for you to happen. You have a purpose. Things might not get better tomorrow. You may have many tomorrow’s and nothing changes. But that’s not the point. The point of moving through all these tomorrows is to get to the one tomorrow that finally does get better.
Before all hope
When you have been someone you’re whole life and suddenly you realize a part of you exist that you never realized before. It’s perhaps the hardest thing to walk away from the you that you have always known. To walk into the open arms of this new, redefined you is like saying, I don’t know you very well, but I want to.
All thoughts that we think.
If you are not happy you are not obligated to stay. If they want to make you come undone and make you question all that you are worth than it’s best to walk away. They broke your heart so you found yourself reading texts and letters to piece together where it all went wrong. You have sleepless nights and thoughts pushing you to the limit. Because heartbreak can also mean a broken spirit.
What is it about love?
When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are, and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime. As you will never find a love quite so pure. You’re heart is the sun and it’s gravity pulls me closer to you each day. But the sun destroys all that it touches; at least this is what they say. You will have your heart broken so badly you will question if love still exists. But there are still souls in life who will say you’re name in between kisses. Spelled with their lips and they will hold your hand and they won’t let go.
Everything is just fine
Hope exists to remind you that no matter what point you are at in your life, you’re highest or lowest, there is always something greater to strive for. There is always something to push you further. Hold on to hope it’s been holding on to you for your whole life. For all the moments you believe you are a stepping-stone the spark before the fire, the cloud before the rain. Know I think of you as more. You are my favorite summer, the song I replay. You are the best adventure, the one I love, the voice I could listen to all day. If you are in love and withering, than this is not love, because when in love, a rose should bloom.
What is it like?.
How do people think a disillusioned person can live without worrying what others think when all they see is people making fun of them for having ”ADHD”, “OCD” and many more.
We get made fun of for making a mistake that our family made when we where born. It can just make others feel uncomfortable around a person that has many issues with themselves. It’s a normal thing everyone has like walking on a sidewalk that has lines OCD has a big part in this. OCD has always gotten in the way when you’re constantly trying to make it through the day without making a mistake and getting upset. Much like music helps those who cannot control the way they get angry or sad those kids and adults struggle to make words out just like autism. Some people see a autistic child and wonder how bad they have it. Maybe next time you see someone who has these problems just think about if you where them tell yourself if it is right to make fun of them for being different.
The Ghost of something lost
It happens. They forget the of your voice, the shape of your eyes, and the curve of your smile. When you left, you tried to leave traces of yourself behind. But you’re smell on their sweater eventually fades, and your things in their drawers get pushed back. Than suddenly you aren’t real anymore so you are replaced with someone who is. You are a ghost, a shadow, only a memory. So much that you wonder if you even existed to them at all. I do not see weakness in placing your heart on your sleeve; I see bravery in a world that can be so cruel. I see something raw and beautiful in being as honest as you can be. Being shoveled away from life and love or family is always a pain that has crushed you into a ghost. You hid yourself once again people joke and don’t understand your hurting. You have gone to therapy most of your life. You go to the doctors office and they asked questions about if you could be depressed or angry. With the worlds conversations All the process to make a world a better place didn’t happen all to well. Yes there are wonderful people out there that would kill themselves just to save others from hurt. The earth as we know it is already damaged. We have no clue what other places there are we have our own theory of imagination of other worlds. So tell me why does it feel like I am just the ghost of something that’s lost.
A story to share and tell
Often I wonder what it may take for someone’s heart to grow cold and I think perhaps the reason is because their heart was left out in the rain. And so on rainy days I struggle because I still don’t know how to convince you that I will be outside in the storm. With an umbrella just big enough to cover your heart. We get older and suddenly what we cannot have becomes just what is. Less becomes plenty and time is a fragment of our short adventure on earth. These words aren’t going to change the world but maybe the will make you think twice about changing yours.
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Head in her heart
" Holding on to something sweet. Taking the pain in. Gives away her pride. In a broken body. Falling down every night another fight. Tring to find that missing light. She has her head in her heart. For a man with a hole in his chest. Slowly changing the price she had paid. Gave away her life. It's easier to keep her head in her heart. She kept her head up. Don't you cry He would say. Talk through your problems never avoid such pain. Don't worry. Nothing is wrong. Clear my head. Push it down and don't let the whole world crush this down. Even with this broken heart, it's a brand new start. Moved on and still took this heart that's half gone. Been so blind. Loved her with a hug. Loved him with my kiss. Time for a new start. Taking the pain. Making a song. She had her head in her heart. In a broken body. Gives away her pride. Holding on to something sweet.
A love with thoughts.
Just a girl who walked away.
I will miss who we changed into.
I needed her head in her heart.
She needed a guy with an empty space to fill.
A warm hug. A savory kiss. A problem to work through.
Just- start over. Give away another try. Let it go wrong to make it right. Survive with only ahead in her heart.
staying up too late
"Went outdrove the gas tank with music blasting at the gas stations we would pass by. I miss home I wish we stayed together. I get my lips talk to much. I want to stay up all night.
Even if things went wrong. Drinking too much. Sleeping it off. Friends call up asking if things are ok.
It's so like me to drink the bottle than through it away.
No sleep just driving till the gas runs low.
Wish we could do it all over. Dance with your hands wrapped around my waist. Staying up too late was never going to change with you.
Try to laugh through it all!😅
"Now now now let me just talk about something stupid that I have done when I was 16 years old.
I was on a day trip to my grandma's house no this is not a fake story. Let me start at the beginning. I was driving with my mom & dad when all around me the road seemed so still.
I asked my mom what plans grandma had.
Mom said, " Emma I told you me & your father are helping with the yard so it's nice."I of course forgot I had asked that my mom the same dumb question. Spack my head ha. We soon arrived.
There was a wooden bench that was held up by metal chains.
There was brick around the house with a few windows.
A lovely back yard with paths that led further. Tons of nature covered the sky within the slow-moving trees. As my parents got out of the parked car they grabbed supplies for the yard.
As I went exploring. I saw squirrels nibbling on seeds. I saw birds flying tweet tweet. I went inside gave my Grandma a big hug. The smell was strong of baked cookies. I asked if I could have one😉or more. I had a sweet tooth. My Grandpa was sitting in a small room from the kitchen. He looked like he had a haircut. He was handsome. His smile made me happy. He let me play with his money toys. If you don't know what that is well look it up. Nah kidding. My first penny toy that ate the money then licked its lips as he slowly swallowed each amount I put on its hand as it closed its eyes. My Grandpa told me that he was saving pennies for something special but didn't say what.
Anywho... I went back outside when I heard a ribbit sound.
A fast hopping tode flew from the brush as it made its way to the other side. I ran to hold it in my hand. I missed a few times. I giggled as I felt warmth on my hand. I was holding the tode in my hand as it peed all over my hand. I blushed and put the lil guy down. One after another I had held tode after tode. I wanted to keep one so bad. So me being stupid grabbed one before it was time to go. It had made it home safe thank goodness. I had let it go to explore my house yard. I felt weird like I had grabbed more than just one... I had brought my bag with flowers on it. It had snacks and grass and dirt.. I should have checked my bag before I left. I ran up to my room just to find several todes on my bed. Under my bed. Every direction tode after tode. Soon my mom found me by the window playing with the todes. She was NOT happy with me. I explained It was only supposed to be one. We let them go I had told my Grandma all about it. We both told each other to just try to laugh through it all just watch out the next time.
Out of the ground, by Emma B.
"You could say I defeated a part of myself.
You could say I left the old me dusting on a shelf.
Let it be so. I have always known there will come my turn to grow. I avoided so many paths. Chose only my own way.
The world might go against me. I don't care what they say each choice is mine. Every movement I control whether I'm laughing or crying even being dramatic. I get not everyone can be understood. I may not even understand myself just yet.
I say to be ambitious.
I say live life like your still young.
Be free. Caring. When you are misunderstood you have to be serious about proving your points.
Not many know what it's like to be left out or falling in love.
Having loving parents. Having a best friend who would do anything for you. Take a minute to relax... You may be shy.
You may not have it all figured out. Don't avoid your paths.
Try something new. Get out of that comfort zone. Stay home during this pandemic. We all feel alone right now. We watch tic toks or videos of teens or young adults happy and with friends or family. Don't follow their example stay home stay safe laugh with the videos made by them. Keep in mind at home with family isn't so bad. Keep trying. Keep your head up. Give thanks. Give cards to mail out even if it's just a close Neighbor.
Good luck out there my fellow followers.
Other than me. Who am I?
Dear future me.
Keep shining. Be glad of who you are.
Now plant flowers in the dirt below.
Water each flower. Watch as they grow.
Add some decoration. Share food that grew.
Make and bake or cook. Let the flower cover the floor.
Let the dogs run in the yard. Let the turtles swim.
Let the cows feed on the green grass. Sun will shine as days get long. I have to say to my future self grow! grow! grow!.
You can be as light as the petals. Soft as nector. Stong like a stem. With others around you will not live life alone.
Enjoy moments with family. Follow rules. Open yourself to others. So Emms you may feel weak or lonely in later life just know people have your back. Your followers on this website have read your posts. Other than me. who am I? As I ask this.. I feel like a poet.. or a story writer. I can get annoying with my posts, haha or I feel like my posts are boring. I just try to make myself look back at all I have done. I love all my followers well.... Nah jk I was going to say something dorky.
Anyway, Thank you all for supporting me. Thank you for letting my future self look back at my work.:hearts: :hearts: :heart_with_arrow:
When will it be alright?
:confounded: Must life give humans new hope.
Why ask so many questions when we know the answer.
Why do men have such strength? Why do women work so hard?. Doing what we can to ask questions. FBI agents have done the work. Fbi takes photos so remember what happened. Yet with evidence a runaway hostage.
A little girl with a family had been taken in for questioning.
They say insistence. The girl lost her father a positive man a strong man. With only her mom working a day job only getting paid a small amount. Now as you read this Think about your family. Think about how much you would miss them. Anything can happen at any time. We trust the pandemic to be over in a year or two. Lost way too much.
Seeing numbers on a tv screen. Hearing the number of deaths on a radio. Still with this little girl with her mom... fighting for the right. Victims still need to tell their stories.
Give a truth about what goes on with online chats. Getting questioned over a mistake. Hostage for runaway protection.
You may not understand this post sorry. I thought about people who lost jobs... Homes... victims... How we girls and boys want the world to be. We may not all be great at everything but we try. We may not be smart ... but we try. We lose family or friends mostly all the time. Give those a chance to tell their side of the story. Ask the right questions. Stay safe stay close with family.
I do want to be happy
All we want is light.
All we ever need is air.
We see a good part of a human face.
We see a smile. We see the spark in the eyes.
We see the different feelings in a facial expression.
What we try to not see is sadness.
Tears with makeup or salty drops falling down.
Looking so ugly. Feeling ashamed for nothing.
Laying on the floor, bed, couch, Stairs, and kitchen table.
We try so hard. Yet we get hurt. We stay positive. We hug those who need it most. We hide once more. As God keeps thundering down we still pray "It will get better just wait".
So we wait .... and wait. Nothing changed.
After a year nothing changed. After trying to talk to someone who understands. Talk to yourself say "I do want to be happy".
The note that changed it all.
How much a song can keep a rhythm.
A sound of a pen on paper.
The ink fills this page.
Thoughts give chills as my pen stops at a bottom end.
A chapter never to be forgotten. Drawn to fine detail.
Eyes wide open. Who am I when everything starts to change?
Who will remember my words? What if God made up a book of lies. The new dawn of what I could have said.
As the letters wrote out a mystery.
The note that changed it all.
Can't love just happen to me.😭
Alone. afraid. Sad. All in my head thinking of you.
Holding your soft open hands. I walk with my toes.
I would give the world to see you once more.
I made my mistake. I didn't see it through.
Thought we were falling in love just online.
We talked for a long while. Felt so real. Flames blow out when his message began to type. It was a real person on the other side of the screen. Moments like this so close to him. Tusting him. Feels like fate. Just online with this stranger. We are all looking for love. Looking to fall in love. Making love. A relationship online. I am afraid to show who I am on this side of the screen. Seeing him being the one for me.