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irawrforwar:

A mis padres:

Lo siento a mis padres por creer que el valor de un individuo es proporcional a la persona con la que esté.

Lo siento a mis padres porque creían haber criado a la compañera para un hombre y criaron a un individuo independiente.

Lo siento a mis padres por pensar que al darme un nombre como el que me dieron, creyeron que sería una persona dócil.

Lo siento porque estén tan ciegos que no ven que estoy aquí y que sólo los estoy esperando.

Lo siento porque estoy viviendo mi vida, y me está yendo muy bien, y no la puedo compartir con mi familia de sangre. 

Lo siento porque crean, y esperan, que mi vida sea un desastre y que piensen que soy equiparable a un drogadicto.

Lo siento porque tengas los ojos tan cerrados, que no ves lo que hay frente a ti.

Lo siento por creerte tan mal padre que opinas que, siendo adulta, no puedo tomar buenas decisiones.

Lo siento, madre, por hacerte sentir tan sola, cuando estás tan sola como quieras estar.

Lo siento porque no criaron a una víctima, sino a una guerrera.

Lo siento porque no estoy para vivir la vida de otros, sino la mía.

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This needs to be published for ages 0 and up.

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eddywrites:

I want to capture the spirit of you,

Hold it down gently,

Trace its contours in soft leather,

To frame by my bed.

I want to exult in the soul of your voice,

Record its smallest sounds,

Let myself wander in the amplified hiss,

Sit beside you exploring your infinite bounds.

I want to gather your resemblance into verse,

Saddle up your spirit into mine,

Let those tiny rhymes compel you to converse,

Fit your poetry into mine.

I want to whisper,

That everything will be alright.

That there is no need for you to lie here trembling,

Oh, I will do anything to ease your aching.

eddywrites:

To be nobody but yourself,

In a world where the mighty rule,

In a space where the wild things exist;

I no longer dread the wings,

Or the insatiable insanity of my own shadow.

To whisper nothing but the truth,

Where the lies mantle the path we borrow,

Where our voices seem to disperse, and linger,

Making us aware of the inconvenient life we follow.

To be nobody but myself,

Where the strong dictate,

How little you are,

When I crave magnificence.

Perhaps not now, but soon I’ll be there.

diamondsonthesolesofhisshoes:

I LOVE this.

What Teachers Make by Taylor Mali (via Gleeekin)

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eddywrites:

Through body and air,
Feelings shoot with care.

With every touch,
The rush was such:

Sadness striking deep,
Hurt afraid to seep,

Pain in a furious state,
Awaiting someone to open the gate.

A simple hug
Causes a strong tug.

Tears start rushing.
A friend starts hushing.

Feeling another’s pain
Leaves a rare stain.

Through it all,
I hear the call.

Love shoots between our souls
Giving us our life goals.

Happy or sad,
Sane or mad,

Painful fears,
Hopeful tears,

Frowns and smiles,
Carry us over the miles.

Life as peaceful as a dove,
What we have is love.

Amazing as it seems,
We will fulfill our dreams.

Thanks to a hug so tight,
We know our love is right.

respect-the-specs:

I’ve been told

that people in the army

do more by 7:00 am

than I do

in an entire day

but if I wake

at 6:59 am

and turn to you

to trace the outline of your lips

with mine

I will have done enough

and killed no one

in the process.

eddy-eddy:

Even the sun with its golden rays
Reaches out to you at the end of the day.
To hold you in its warm embrace,
And tenderly touch your beautiful face.

It covers you in its shimmering glow,
To caress you gently before it goes.
Then falls at last upon your lips,
As if to give you a good night kiss.

So I tell you, I envy the sun…
For all those things which it has done
While all there is for me to do,
Is await the night so I can dream of you.

Edgar Mirán

fuckyeahhlove:

I wanted to share this poem that I read on a greeting card for you girls and guys. This isn’t only for the women, but it’s for the men as well. I hope this poem gives you a boost to help you get through whatever you’re going through right now. I know it did for me.

STRONG WOMEN (by Brenda Hager)

Strong women are those who know

the road ahead will be strewn with

obstacles, but they still choose to walk

it because it’s the right one for them.

Strong women are those who make

mistakes, who admit to them, learn

from those failures, and then use

that knowledge.

Strong women are easily hurt, but

they still extend their hearts and

hands, knowing the risk and

accepting the pain when it comes.

Strong women are sometimes beat

down by life, but they still stand

back up and step forward again.

Strong women are afraid. They

face fear and move ahead to the

future as uncertain as it can be.

Strong women are not those who

succeed the first time. they’re the

ones who fail time and again, but

still keep trying untill they succeed.

Strong women face the daily trials

of life, sometimes with a tear, but

always with their heads held high

as the new day dawns.

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I would change the word women for people. This applies to everyone regardless of gender. :)

tumblrisforlulz:

My Sweet Little Chuckie ~

Though I must leave you behind me,

This poem will tell you where you always can find me.

When a gentle wind blows, that’s my hand on your face.

And when the tree gives you shade, that’s my sheltering embrace.

When the sun gives you freckles, that’s me tickling my boy.

When the rain wets your hair, those are my tears of joy.

When the long grass enfolds you, that’s me holding you tight.

When the Whippoorwill sings, that’s me whispering, “Night,night”.