#proetry

[cruelscardan]

[skshsjkl]

## YOU'RE NOT A FIRST AID KIT

FOR   BROKEN   PEOPLE    A N D

DAMAGE SOULS    &     H E A R T

THAT ARE TOO TIRED TO  FIXED

THEMSELVES   ¡!  @SKSHSJKL  ¿?

                  I met you at the very crucial moment of my life. Like a morning sun, you came pulling me out of the darkness that was slowly eating me away, knocking down the thick wall I built to protect myself and healing the scars of my yesterday's misery. You saved me from self-destruction; you gave me hope. You showed me what true love felt like, and if anyone asks me what happiness is, my answer would be you. Perhaps you were also the saddest part that will always haunt me in the ache of the midnight.

                 WHERE DID YOU GO? 

                 Like I’ve just woken up from a long, beautiful dream, you're gone, leaving no traces behind—nothing at all—just good memories. Now, my thoughts are clouded by the image of you slowly fading away, still haunted by the empty spaces that you left, still hoping that one day we'll meet each other again. Or perhaps I should just grasp the reality that you are now forever gone.

[sunafterthestorm]

Things I constantly need to remind myself:

Drink more water

You’ll get through it

You are a good mom

You don’t have to solve other people’s problems

It’s okay to say “no”

You can, you can, you can, even when you’re convinced you can’t

Your son loves you and does not think his babysitter is “mama,” despite your fears

You are doing enough, more than enough, even when you think you’re failing. You’re not.

You will figure it out

You are not stuck in one place if you don’t want to be

You are a hard worker, tough and strong and brave,

Being liked by everyone is not important but

being happy is.

Just because your mother raised you doesn’t mean you will become her

You are not your past mistakes

Forgiveness is important

You will reach your goals

You are beautiful

You are important

It will be okay.

[doctorwhisky]

It’s all art for arts sake now’days, custom content to feed your ego, seating for all of civilization, admissions for one. And you’re still breezy and cool, and everything was made to bend backwards for you. So you’re rolling your eyes but you smile all the same, and it’s colder in here, and you won’t take the blame for it, Turning locks into jewelry, and days into nights, Nights into mornings, But you know it’s all alright. Wet counters post cooking, hot coffee cooled slow, snap a picture before you drink it Because they all have to know. Know it’s getting so late, never been here before, not one to look back, slotted bolts on the door. And we all like to say “nobody’s going to die here today.” But that’s all that we’re doing. We are not here to stay.

. . . .

Photo: @doctorwhisky photo credit: @whiskeysandwords

[rainonmyhands]

I’ve come a long way I can only wish the same for you we all fight different battles every day, every night is a victory hold on to the small things to keep you whole

lately I haven’t been able to sleep lately I’ve been waiting for the sun to rise I want to show you something beautiful and it takes time

[rainonmyhands]

handsqueezed

I’ve got love poems, in me aint never had love, but I’ve got love poems in me you hear me don’t you? - so slip a quarter in my cup stay if you’d like, young man and I’ll show you - how the blind sing of the sun

[rainonmyhands]

poetry // cadence

if I could have the time, what would we be? I know you cry a lot even if you don’t show it there are drops in the heart that never make a sound sometime long ago I read these lyrics: tell me, how do I make a good thing last? sometimes I wonder if tomorrows are never promised just to make moments like this the sweeter there are so many things that I’ve learned there are so many things to learn and so much more to fix, in this broken world the things I’ve seen has been a curse and a blessing but I choose to focus on the latter yes, you can always choose and even though my shoulders are heavier than ever before I can look children in the eyes again and smile we grow with age and experience but still at the seat of the soul, singing, laughing, crying, pouting dancing, is a child do you remember what that was like? there has been many important people in my life I take time to learn from every one but the two of you have given me so much weight to bear, to share, and to sharpen as a poet that’s all I can ask for Cheers

[frankly-alien]

I hope all my good intentions walk me into Hell. I hope the Devil’s handsome. I hope we have a house with a table to sit at and a bed to make love in and a cabinet with wine in it and a bowl filled with apples and a television to watch movies on when we have an evening to ourselves. I hope I love him. I hope he loves me. I hope I take him to Thanksgiving dinner, and he takes the whole thing home in a hand basket. I hope God looks down and rolls His eyes at us. I hope we sit on a fence together out near the far pasture, and He doesn’t say anything for a long time while the sun goes down. I hope He looks at the sunset with me, Him easy and relaxed and me tense and quiet, and He turns to me and says: “You’re good to each other. I’m glad.” I hope I answer “Yeah?” and I hope He nods and walks me back in the gentle dusk. I hope the Devil is waiting for us on the porch, a little pensive and chewing on his thumbnail. I hope there’s an uneasy peace between the One Who Loved Me First and the One Who Loved Me After.