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"I was trapped, with the tantalizing little square of night above me, and the warm, feminine atmosphere of the house enveloping me in its thick, feathery smothering embrace."

--Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

"To nurture is to grow, and to grow is to conquer."

The following poem is a tribute to my parents, who have worked to the bone for my sister and I, who have loved us and made us capable enough to make our decisions, making us the people we are today...

Mid-day Memories

Like sentenials they stand, like palisades they preserve,

No wound the barbarous realm causes them, they deserve.

They fight for our rights, for my sister and I,

They fight for our future, so that no-one can deny.

She sits through the ephemeral daylight hours, she sits deep in thought,

Worrying for our battles, many gray hair which have brought.

Like gentle whispers of gales that thread the mellow fields,

Her hands, they soothe the cracks that materialize at the confidence we refuse to yield.

The path he voyages invites many a foe,

To heal he journeys, to dispel all woe.

Like the midnight moon, he stays awake,

Enduring all the afflictions for our sake.

Like the wolves that howl at the plenilune,

He plays for us his sweetest tune.

They sit alongside till our sorrows fade,

Stories they spin together to distract, endlessly cascade.

Sings tirelessly each note the way a nightingale,

They mould us for the world, guide us in the way for the sightless, the brail.

The Unsung Heroes

He lifts on his shoulders,

The weight of all our sins.

He does not know where his journey began,

Nor how it would end.

He wraps his arms around his sister,

He lifts her off the ground.

Promising to return safely.

A silent wish to which he felt bound.

He kisses his mother's wrinkled forehead,

Cherishing each moment,

Like an extraordinary treasure,

He had just found.

For, far away he would be,

From his family's loving embrace.

Staring at the snow-capped hills,

Or the depths of the sea.

He thinks aloud on peaceful nights,

When the winds lull him to sleep.

'Honor I'll bring to my mother,

The promise to my sister, I'll keep.'

A broken promise, an open wound,

He lies on the ground.

The sanguine hue of his blood,

Cakes the mud around.

I pray for those who stay awake,

In the darkest hours of the night.

Who live and fight for our sake,

Regardless the pain and the plight.

The silence cries, it cries for them,

Those who left behind their names.

A soldier dies, he dies condemned,

Becoming a distant face in a wooden frame.

His sister asks why her brother,

Was mercilessly slain.

His mother's screams echo,

As she screams in disdain.

Heavy breathing, bloodshot eyes,

Where did they go wrong?

Clutching his badge to their chests.

Walking on their own.

After the war, he didn't return,

And they were left alone.

Oh, mighty warrior, our fearless protector,

Never were you wrong.

In the hearts of those who love you,

Always will you belong.

can you see me?

can you see me?

under this vessel,

with borrowed time

can you see me?

beyond my eyes,

trying not to cry

can you see me?

behind the walls,

bewailing the past

can you see my

anxious mind,

buried in desmay

can you hear my

unspoken words,

pleading for help

can you see me?

hiding in the dark,

hoping to be found.

#i just wrote this shitty poem in the middle of the night #and im gonna post it because who cares

ROSES

He loved the roses

even when it's thrones hurt him

for the rose was a sight to behold

and his love unbound

But he forgot that

it would not last forever

until he was left

with nothing but his pain and loss..

By c&p..

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Kinda old but still kinda shiny...

Reality Check

Hello again after a while

I know, such long absence is not my style

But i have so many struggles to deal with

I am praying for „its getting better“

to be no myth

So i packed up my warmest sweater

And wrote this letter

Its about feelings happy or sad

Its about the best i ever had

And all the times i got mad

Mad because i feel so empty

Like the nutella jar on day twenty

But no one is seeing

My loneliness and emptiness

Just how well i‘m being

How thin i‘m becoming

All the happiness

All the dm‘s incoming

I must be famous or something

I wish someone would look under this cover

If its my mother a brother or a lover

I just want it to be recognised

To be recognised that i‘m not doing well

and its a long way down i fell

To come for me, to love for me, to fight for me

and to never leave me

But the longer i wait the more i understand

That there will be no one coming

And it has to be me I’m counting

I have to come for me, love me, fight me, and

never ever leave me

Its like in Phantom of the Opera

„Learn to be lonely

Learn to find your way in darkness

Who will be there for you“

And i think thats true

-B.I

Illusion

Dreams are wishes a heart makes

Thats why we make so much mistakes

We dont create our dreams with the brain

Its like the chess game

If you play with your heart

Your round wont be a long part

If you want to stay in longer

You have to be stronger

Stop creating dreams just by heart

I know thats the worst part

But if you want them to be real one day

Its the power of edurance that has to stay

And the unrealistic shit has to go away

So go pack your stuff

Cause this journey will be rough

Thats why you need to be tough

You ask me what you will need ?

Yeah in first place your feet.

-B.I

Point of view

So many men treating wo/men like shit

it feels like it doesn’t matter even a bit

But that isnt the bad thing about it

Its the matter of course thats the shit

Getting dickpicks without asking

Is the thing thats so blasting

Or be treated like a peace of meat

Doesn’t matter if you take a seat,

jump on the beat

or just stand on your feet.

They always find an opportunity

to catch a sight of your body heat.

Men thinking we cant see them gazing

They really think they are hazing

Their disrespect is just amazing.

Thinking we are dumb enough

To not recognise all the disgusting stuff.

Thats so unfair please remember that shit

Cause u wont be laughing about it

If that once happens to your kid

Never mind if daughter or son

They will be the burned one

It will stick to their memorys like a gum

I wonder what place you are from

there is nothing good you’ve ever done

And the world would be better when you’re gone

So go ask your mom

Where did this asshole behaviour come frome ?

What was the reason ?

Who’s fault

And what is this all about?

-B.I

Frauenherz

Cro sagt er glaubt gott sei ne frau

Aber es ist ein mann das weiß ich ganz genau

Wär ers nicht

Gäbe es mehr licht

Mehr licht an den dunkelsten orten

Und mehr Wahrheit in worten

Mehr Gerechtigkeit auf dieser welt

Und das ende ist nicht so tief wenn man fällt

Es geht nicht so viel schief wenn man sich stellt

Und ein Reichtum an liebe statt an geld

-B.I

Checklist:

One:

always respect a caring mom

Two:

dont talk if you have no clue

Three:

be what you want your kids to be

Four:

always search for more

But five:

dont take more than you need to survive

And six:

dont use dirty tricks

Seven:

believe everyone could reach heaven

Because eight:

you don’t need to be great, straight or perfect

weight

Nine:

Treat yourself divine

Ten:

because nobody else can

-B.I

Enough?

Can you miss something you never had

Or is it just the feeling, that makes you sad

Every time you think about

the great moments you’ve left out.

You’re saying you were too scared

And not prepared

You had Too much doubt

And Too much to care about

But that shit holds you back

And leaves u with a ship wrack

So she packed her backpack

And started trying new things

Hoping its the feeling of joy, it bings.

Step by step getting closer

But one step further and it shows her

Again the face of the clown

Making her drown

showing it all was a joke

And had nothing to do with hope

Its like the creepy box

Its not the friendly music that shocks

Its the red big smile jumping in her face

Showing her all the disgrace and the hate

Thinking its her fate

To be always late

And get the last piece from the plate

Just the feeling of not getting enough

that made her so tough.

-B.I

Satisfied ?

Now I’m in his bed

This moment fulfilling every dream I ever had

Cuddles, kisses

and he treats me like a Mrs.

But there is no satisfaction in it

There has to be a problem with me, at least a bit

cause I thought we were the perfect fit.

Now my thoughts keep running crazy

Just like Donald Loves Daisy

and I dancing with Swazy

while smoking the blunt Bob said is hazy.

This makes no sense ?

Oh didn’t knew that, thanks.

I know I should enjoy

Not all men treat woman like a toy

But it’s so hard to believe

Because of all the pain I received.

-B.I

Leidensweg

Wie kann man dem schmerz entgehen

Wie kann man nur das gute sehen

Wie kann man positiv bleiben

Und nur glückliche texte schreiben

Ich will es wissen ich will es können

Ich will alles furcht einflößende im Fegefeuer

verbrennen,

die guten Träume auswendig kennen

Und die Freudentränen in der Sanduhr fangen

Nur wie soll das gehen

Ich kanns weder sehen noch verstehen

Wärs nur so einfach wie rasenmähen

Die leute sagen das schaffst du schon das wird

schon gehen

Du hattest bis jetzt ja auch kein problem

So blind kann man nur sein ohne schmerz

Denn wenn der körper leidet, leidet auch das herz.

-B.I

Wahre Gefühle

Ach wie vermisse ich es jemanden zu genießen,

so sehr dass mir die Freudentränen durch die

Adern fließen

und wie der Volltreffer beim schießen.

Ich vermiss es süchtig zu sein als würd ich

ersticken im Keim als würden alle Dächer auf

mich herab fallen

und der Himmel auf den Boden knallen.

Ach ich will ein Feuerwerk im Bauch

so wie’s dir geht nach deinem Lieblings Schmaus.

Aber wie soll das gehen,

wie soll so ein gewaltiges Gefühl entstehen.

Ich suche Tag und Nacht aber dennoch hat es mir

nichts gebracht.

Was ist der Fehler was ist die Lösung

ich will hinaus in die liebe ganz ohne Sicherung,

mit vollem Knall und ganzer Energie

geh ich hin und vergess sie nie.

-BI

Von mir, an euch!

Hey Tumblr ich hab hier nen text für dich

Ist doch ganz schön nett findest du nicht?

Also hör mir gut zu und gib mir ein offenes Ohr

Ich hab noch Großes mit meinen texten vor!

Ich bin zwar neu in der Textwriter Szene

Und ich denk noch nicht an Vertragsleiter

Probleme

oder wie weit ich gehe

bis ich mir eingestehe

was ich die ganze zeit nicht sehe.

Es ist ganz einfach einen reim zu gestalten

Er muss sich nur in deinen texten entfalten

und dabei graben in den dunkelsten spalten

oder warum glaubst du dass sich die menschen

so verhalten?

Lass dich inspirieren von der sonne oder Gott

Ob Allah Buddha oder findest du sie alle Schott,

bist Atheist auf dem weg zum nächsten Komplott.

Scheiss egal, lass dich nur leiten von deiner

Energie

Ob du sie findest im Griechischen im phi, in der

Mathematik dank pi

Oder von mir aus auch im sport auf den ski.

Schließlich findest du es in Büchern nicht

was deinen Texten Charakter gibt.

Denn der entsteht wenn du mit Gefühl und leid

dahinter steckst.

Natürlich braucht es noch einige Kleinigkeiten

und Feinheiten

um ein gelungenes Werk zu gestalten.

Doch das wichtigste ist dass die Leute verstehen

wovon du sprichst

Dass sie Verstehen warum du täglich zerbrichst.

Was ist dein leid was ist dein schmerz

und verpack ihn am besten noch in nem scherz.

Erzähl deine Geschichte egal ob traurig oder froh

Sei einfach du!

-B.I

Endloses Labyrinth

Ich versteh es nicht wie kann sowas passieren

Wie kann mich das glück so hardcore ignorieren

Versuche jeden tag zu verstehen

Was der Grund ist

doch ich kann ihn nicht sehen.

Ist das vielleicht alles nur eine List?

Damit du alles gute vergisst ?

Immer der spruch, hab kein selbst mitleid

Aber wie, wenn keiner so wie man selbst mitleidet ?

Überleg doch mal, denk doch mal ganz genau nach

Du kannst nie verstehen wies mir ging als meine welt zerbrach

Mag wohl sein dass du auch schlimmes durchgemacht hast

und deine Matura nicht geschafft hast

danach deine beste chance verpasst hast und von da an nur mehr ne last warst.

Aber was gibt dir das recht zu verstehen

Was die Menschen täglich durchgehen und durchmachen,

mit Großem schmerz alles schaffen.

Also lass dich nicht täuschen von dem Gesicht der Glückseligkeit

Denn es ist nur aufgesetzt in eurer Anwesenheit

Nennen wir es Arbeitszeit,

Denn das ist keine leichte Angelegenheit!

Zu täuschen man wäre fit

Und das leben ist der größte hit.

Doch das is alles nur bullshit.

Im Hintergrund zerbicht man

Du fragst wie man das alles dann noch kann ?

Ich sags dir es ist der klang.

Der klang eines liedes, völlig egal

Ob genre klassik, raggae oder tiktok viral

Es geht um die syphonie und Zusammenarbeit

Damit dir die Melodie im kopf hängen bleibt

Denn eines bin ich mir sicher

Wär die musik mein richter

Bräuchte ich nicht mehrere Gesichter.

-B.I

“They tried to put me on the cover of Vogue,

but my pain was tooooooo strong”

Everyday is painday,

Monday Tuesday Wednesday,

despression and pain,

my tolerance level is insane

but after 4 years

I still don’t Know how to control my tears.

Trying to stay strong

but that doesn’t last long,

That’s no surprise

With a pain in this size.

Pills, Doctors and therapies

are my worst enemies,

they all do the same shit

that not even helps me a bit.

So I accept it every day,

that the pain will never go away.

-B.I

Lügen Labyrinth

Sommer sonne sonnenschein

Ich bin so verwirrt das kanns nicht sein

Ich will ans gute der welt glauben und meinem

instinkt vertrauen

Doch wie soll ich es durchschauen?

Bei So viel hass und von liebe kein hauch.

Aber wer sucht sich das schon aus

Es ist wie das Labyrinth und die maus

Du kommst aus dem ganzen nicht raus

Es scheint so als gäbe es einen weg

Und es kommt nur raus, wer den richtigen geht

Doch es gibt kein ende, keine lösung

Halt dich fest, schnall dich an, check die

sicherung

Denn das was ich dir jetzt sag bringt vielleicht

Verzweiflung

Die welt ist nicht fair

Ich weiss das ärgert sich sehr

Aber sie ist nicht korrekt

Und sie hilft dir nicht wenn du in der scheisse

steckst

Es gibt keine garantie

Und die liebe findest du villeicht nie

Aber sei dir eines gewiss

Es ist der glaube und der richtige biss

Der dich trägt durch all das leid

Und durch all die negative zeit.

Du fragst was ich damit mein ?

Ganz einfach, du sollst sein

Du selbst sein

Und fällst du in einen graben hinein

Dann buddel dich nicht noch weiter rein

Strebe nach dem besten in dir

Denn glaub mir…

Du bist das beste an dir.

-B.I

Hard feelings.

Now I’m in his bed

This moment fulfilling every dream I ever had

Cuddles, kisses and he treats me like a Mrs.

But there is no satisfaction in it

There has to be a problem with me at least a bit,

cause I thought we were the perfect fit.

Now my thoughts keep running crazy

Just like Donald Loves Daisy

and I dancing with Swazy

while smoking the blunt Bob said is hazy.

This makes no sense ?

Oh didn’t knew that, thanks.

I know I should enjoy

Not all men treat woman like a toy

But it’s so hard to believe

Because of all the pain I received.

-B.I

Hello, welcome and thanks for listening!

Its so hard to start such a thing

But i will give you the best i can bring.

I want to speak out loud

Everything I’m ashamed of and proud.

Never been easy to express real emotion

But if you give it a try, give me a try…

my words will hit you like a massive explosion.

So please keep reading my quotes

It will raise your inner fear and hidden hopes.

-B.I

I've never gulped water with such rush. With such restlessness, like i do now. I hope for it to fill me up. Completely. From inside. Like its a heavy plug. The hole in my chest would stop bleeding for once, and my heart would float for a second in the emptiness, it used to drown in.

-mauli

To be scared is a under statement,

That fear no longer dwindles in my bones ,

Tumblr has taught me ,

Friends are just ghosts , or empty egg shells.

Strangers have more empathy then the man next door,

I was just a fool ,

all along , playing to the devils own dirty tune .

Emotions that ran high ,

Words that didn’t make much sense ,

To a soul opened my eyes

By just a few tiny words.

I realise now ,

it is not, who is here to pick up the phone

It’s the ones who are in the dark

But yet take the time to pass your name in there own daily thoughts.

Yet I’ve done nothing for them, yet there speak of me so kindly.

In this world that’s distracted by so much colour,

Them bright doors don’t hold the key to this earths heavens,

It is the doors that are hid in the darkest shadows,

waiting for someone to find them, to help them flourish.

So Don’t go looking for the brightest light ,

Search for the darkest gate

that’s where we will find all things beautiful in

such a dark cold world,

that’s flourished with colour To distract us ,

from the true treasures of this world .

@trueemotions91

@tammyfeabakker

The rush

From the blood.

The crimson rose

Against my pale white skin.

The Taste of evil and heaven I swear

it’s what feeds my darkest sins.

The pain I don’t feel

When the blade runs bare across my soul.

It’s not for me , I promise you that,

It’s for them who keep turning their back.

I love the way the blood trickles

Makes me realise , I’m here alive,

To breathe another day

Even if hell is on my side.

It’s twisted I know

To crave the rush.

They don’t care

As there push the demon

To the core

To blind to see the damage they truly cause.

Mine is temporary

A release from the demon

Within me .

Please don’t judge

When you see my scars

It’s proof to me I’ve lived

Through the pain

But I’m still here on the other side,

With nothing but love to give

To those who caused, the blade to sink in.

@trueemotions91

Why do you lie

To my soul

Your the reason this world is cold .

Cant you see

What you do to me ?

You bring me to my knees

To beg you,

for

The happiness in me .

You locked me up and

Forced me to fight

For the light , I cried for every night .

You made me , my own demon

The devil you created from the palm of your hand .

For ever I was giving no slack,

Licking the pain from your wounds while

Feeding the demon , within my own skin .

You made me crack,

I accept that

But I will come back ,

Stronger then the marks on my back

I will show you slack

I’ll accept your apology

When I get up from my knees , your see

I weren’t who you thought I could be,

I have to much lose

To give you the key

To end me.

@trueemotions91

I was lost

In a plot

Of my own fucked up emotions

No one to help me

No one ever understood

I was called a crazy bitch

Forced in a ditch

To dig myself out of

While the soil crumbled under each finger tip

Still they called me a crazy bitch

Coz I was fighting this shit

All just watched and laughed

Like a bunch of crazed clowns

To my head shut them out

I cried and screamed

Believe me I fucking did

My eyes have never cried

As the tears ain’t my sin

It’s just the opening

Of this tin I’m trapped in

The cuts were a release

Each time I dug my nails deep in

Was a understanding of the place I was laying

Each fall

I pulled harder

No matter how much they call me a crazy bitch

I am getting out of this ditch

They forced me in .

@trueemotions91

A woman I see ,

More powerful then me ,

Because she holds the key

To the happiness in me ,

She can blow me a Gale,

Or create me a storm ,

She is my dearest ,

Who protects me in the wildest storm,

When I’m mad, she makes the world frown,

Oh believe me she can tip up even your crown ,

When I’m happy she sends me a sky full of clowns,

In the prettiest colours,

Who sing me a beautiful song

To make me feel proud,

When I’m cold ,

She holds me ever so close

warms me up with her gentle rays ,

When I’m hot , she don’t stop,

When I’m mad,

She blows the angles my way,

To whisper

It’ll be better another day.

@trueemotions91

Why is this world so cold

I was always told,

The world is what you perceive through

Your own living eyes ,

Am I to blind, to see

The love that’s surrounded, around me ,

Is it me who spits the hatred out they mouth?

I question this daily .

I see the beautys of earth

They don’t hide ,

The colours of the rainbow are

Painted all over this earth,

The birds sing me a lullaby

Every morning ,

I open my eyes

To the most beautiful sunrise ,

I watch the moon ,

Dance with the stars ,

But when I enter reality ,

Why do I see , beings

With scrawn up faces ,

Blood on the hands of another man ,

Children being abused by the one who

Brought them to this earth,

Youngsters with no morals,

Graffiti scribbled all over the walls,

Ruining nature for everyone’s eyeballs,

Is that really just perceieved through my own eyes?

Is the government, just blind

To the reality of life,

Hidden behide a obscene ,Law and order,

Where half of them are the cause

Of disorder ,

Freedom of speach

But only counts for the rich ,

I see another begging on the floor

While another swipes his foot across

The same path,

Caught up in his own twisted world

Not a care for the poor,

I didn’t see that this morning ,

When the flowers were dancing along

To the pretty’s bird song,

I saw happiness in the sky,

Pictures Scribbled in the clouds

To make me realise ,

I can be at ease ,

But when I enter the street,

Everyone seems to be staring down at they feet

A pawn in a game of cheat.

@trueemotions91

Always told

I won’t make any gold

With my long life goals,

But they underestimated me

As my goals only consist

Of happy and health,

Not having my pockets lined of coins

I’d rather have a heart of joy,

A pocket full of sweet memories

For the world to see, Is enough for me ,

Riches are nothing

If my eyes are cold

Blinded by the pound sign

can’t see my path is clearly written for me ,

I don’t need brands attached to me

I’m a brand of my own

no one can copy track me

Even when I’m buried in the ground

You still couldn’t even come close

To the place I call home

My memories would make you realise

What a lie yours is.

@trueemotions91