Today my guest is Mel at PushingOurLimits. She wrote a poem that represents the devastation and harm bullying can produce. Please welcome the talented lovely Mel Douleur. A BULLY’S SMILE by Mel Douleur I smiled at you. A hope of what might be And with what I thought was grace You smiled back at me.…
I wrote this in April 2015 but it feels appropriate for today. See you next in 2016. xoxo Hasty After all the kicking And our bones Are finished breaking After all the cutting And our souls Are finished carving After all the crying And our tears Are finished shedding After all the burning And…
A poem By Briton Underwood 🙂 I yearn to find a home in your thoughts Let me nestle cozily next to your subconscious Like a dream you can’t remember But leaves a smile on your face all day I don’t want you to quite figure me out Like the words to a song you never…
Thank you Crystal for sending me this song today ❤ How do you find that place? Where the fire no longer burns But begins to permeate your bones Where it dances its flaming light Into your very deepest dark That place where healing begins Warming your broken spirit Enough to thaw your hope Fueling your dormant desires Just…
All the things I thought I knew I knew would someday collapse Someday collapse and bury me Bury me underneath its facts All the things I thought I knew I knew I’d someday regret Someday regret the knowledge The knowledge I wish you’d kept All the things I thought I knew I knew…
The guitar strums The rhythm slow Carrying us On musical bubbles Through night’s sky Shaded purple haze Dotted starry life A foreign journey To dreams uncharted I like how you move You step into me Stare into my eyes Do you like them? I hope so All they see is you Jumping clouds Fresh air filling lungs…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
I don’t care what you think Actually, I really kind of do I could be crazy, could be sane My ideas might seem wrong Or maybe more clever than smart But I’m naked in front of you This is the real me, not a fantasy I don’t have a beautiful body And my face is…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you? They won’t care? They won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen. Body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
I hate someone. I am not proud of it. Hate is like a tick I can’t get rid of. I don’t enjoy the feeling and I don’t like its all consuming nature. I have tried forgiving this person I hate for her careless judgements and her senseless attacks but it’s hard. It is hard because…
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