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Since you left me
I have learned to cry again
I'd forgotten how.
 5d eliana
Daniii
Aprende,
pero no con la boca llena de teorías,
sino con el corazón roto en la práctica.

Aprende,
porque la vida no es un libro,
es una herida abierta que se escribe con sangre
y se borra con lágrimas.

¿Quieres verdad?
Aquí tienes una:
el mundo no te debe nada,
y el amor tampoco.

Tú puedes darlo todo,
y aún así quedarte con las manos vacías…
porque amar no garantiza ser amado,
y ser sincero no te salva del engaño.

A veces,
la gente que más quieres
es la que más te deja caer.

Y a veces,
te das cuenta demasiado tarde
de que el tiempo no espera,
ni cura,
ni vuelve.

Hay un doble filo en cada alma:
el que sueña
y el que se resigna.
El que espera
y el que se rompe por esperar.
El que perdona
y el que se desgasta perdonando.

Y tú,
tú no estás exento.
Tú también eres filo,
tú también has herido.

Pero también has sentido el golpe frío de la verdad
cuando nadie te defendió.

También has querido gritar y no pudiste,
llorar en silencio para no parecer débil,
y fingir sonrisas mientras te morías por dentro.

La vida no es fácil,
ni debe serlo.
Porque lo fácil no transforma,
lo cómodo no enseña,
y lo superficial no deja huella.

Duele, sí.
Pero lo que duele, te despierta.
Lo que arde, te forja.
Lo que te parte, te revela.

Y al final,
cuando todas las máscaras caen
y el alma queda desnuda,
entenderás que lo importante
no fue nunca la victoria…
sino la batalla que libraste contigo mismo.

Derechos de autor ©️

~Daniii
 6d eliana
Liana
"And I notice you go like this a lot"
He says
He's demonstrating the pinching and slapping of my arm I frequently do
I thought no one noticed...
But he did

Tears roll down my cheeks
I'm so grateful
So lucky
And then I notice he's writing something down
And I hear him talking about a plan
A plan to train my dog to help me
He's going to do it

Someone I know
Would do that

Someone that knows my flaws
Traumas
Scars
Would do that

And for the next 30 minutes
I just sit there
Wiping off my tears as they come
Wondering how I got so lucky
Wondering how I survived before
And I wish he was there in person
Not just over call
Because I wanted to run up to him
And give him the biggest hug

He said I deserved one
I cried then too
I sobbed
He has no idea how much he means
How I would climb to the moon
To make him smile

And he says he hates his body
He says he looks like a girl
But I just look at him and wonder how anyone could hate that
How could anyone hate that?
But I can't say anything
Because everyone will start their chants
"Liana and __ sitting in a tree..."

And yes it's kind of pathetic
I only have one person in my state I feel comfortable calling
Only one I want to talk to
But I couldn't ask for anyone better
Because he's everything wonderful left in this world
And I can not thank him enough
For even just existing
And giving a **** about me
Genuinely
Hit the breaks, no room for mistakes,
feeling like the world's about to quake.
Caught between the choices I've made,
lost in stormy weather on an abandoned lake.

No directions— no clear route to take,
so many choices — afraid which to make.
This literally took my 30 minutes to make…… i am so exhausted today…
I'm not depressed
I'm not depressed.
Is it too complex?
I just need solace...

I just had a bad day
Just had a bad week.
There's always a way,
But sometimes I'm weak.

I know how to smile,
I've done it through pain.
But walking on fire
is not really a gain.

If I don't eat,
It's cause' I don't wan to.
If I lay down,
It's cause' I want to.

If I draw and not write
If I watch and not talk.
Doesn't mean I'm not right.
I can stop running, and walk.

I'm living life, I fall.
But that doesn't mean
I'm not giving it my all.
Feeling sad or weird a couple days, doesn't mean I'm depressed. Give it a break. Do what you want. Then come back to life. That's my plan :)
A familiar longing haunts me,
for a face I've never seen,
a body I've never held
and a mind I've never known.
prayer of hope, for young and old, who suffer from the slings and arrows sadness and the loss of love; I offer up this prayer of hope and offer you my hand around your shoulders until you no longer require it

more than once,
for lengthy periods,
by events, other people,
my self was eradicated
and limping from day
to night, and J faced
absolutes, choices choking,
alternating alternatives that
offered zero, or even less
than zero, and the inkwell
wasn't refillable, and I could
point to nothing yet encouraging a mystifying purposed existence

then came a woman

who asked nor proffered
conditionals
pre, prior post or otherwise
and
offered up the miraculous
drink, human kindly notice,
snd it
drained the bitters,
began fluid replacement,
and slow resuscitation

and then
poems rebirthed me,
 liberated the angry sacred
gory sadness words devoid of glory,
with a reworded score, and
the eyes could write without
a patina filter of jaundiced hatred,
and whispered private internally
many times a beloving
hallelujah

and when ever the remembrance of
the near misses are crackly occasionally appearing, the surge dissipates intact quick
into a netherworld for suppressing
and bid "away with you," and a
thin lipped smile part sneer
for having survived
even
prospered when
                    then came a woman

and the self, the my self,
returned
after an absence of destructed
decades...deadening decades

and I smile when
the grandchildren tell me
knock knock jokes
and gently knock me on the head,
to make sure I'm alert,
then came woman
who had already~all ready
knocked me on the
heart
lipstadt  reflections of self
 6d eliana
hannah
my heart is a landing pad
breathe in
catch
breathe out
let go
breathe in
catch
breathe out
let go
breathe in
breathe in
breathe in
i cant catch
breathe oubreatheinbreatheinbreathein
 6d eliana
Maria
Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.

Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.

I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
 Jun 30 eliana
rick
smile
 Jun 30 eliana
rick
it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.
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