Wordsfromnatalie

I am just a writer, who has something to say

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To Whom this may concern When I asked you for help, your response was that you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the money to help me because you was barely making rent. But what you failed to realize was, I was asking for help for myself; I was asking for help for your daughter. You see what most parents unlike yourself have this interpretation that, when the mother/father ask for help from their kids sperm donor that we want to get back together. Well let me make something clear for all the stupid ass people. WE DO NOT EVER WANT TO GET BACK TOGETHER WITH YOUR SELF -CENTERED ASS!! We ask for help because the child that we share together doesn’t know how. We ask for help because sometimes life knocks us in a corner, and we have to let our guard down and come to you for help and support with the child that we share; to only hear the word no?? You stupid son of a..... let me stop myself before I let the strongest thing in my mouth say something I can’t take back... So to whom this may concern, let me leave you with this little thought. Forget that I’d ever asked you for help. Forget that I’d even said anything at all because, you know like I know I always get back up when I fall. Just remember you’re not hurting me, you’re hurting the child that we share; and our child will always remember the parent that was always there. Sincerely, A single parent ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This poem is dedicated to all the single parents that’s out there making a way, out of no way. Keep your head up, and keep fighting. https://www.instagram.com/p/B72dTEzlT_V/?igshid=1lumgqxue7egh

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To whom this may concern, Apparently early morning is best time to write you, maybe it’s because that’s when my feelings are raw and true. Anyways,let me get to the real point of this letter. Which is to let you know that, I’m not giving up on you that easily. And I know that it seems like I’m constantly riding an emotional roller coaster with my feelings. I mean, what kind example would I be setting for my daughter if I was to just give up on us, and not go after what I believed in.... Which is us. So I’m going to end this letter with a line from Ella Mai song easy. “Love is easy, so easy, so easy, yeah So don't you make it hard” Sincerely, A girl that’s never giving up #wordsfromnatalie #poetry #spokenword #poetryreading #towhomitmayconcern #poetrycommunity #poemsofinsta #instapoem #romantic #typewriterpoetry #poetryofinstagram #writingprompts #writingcommunity #iampoetry #poetryisme #poetryisnotdead #poetryislove #poetryisart #honesty #writings #pentopaper #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poemsofinsta #writersofinsta #writingsociety #poetrysociety #poetry #poets #iampoetic https://www.instagram.com/p/B7vg1oWlEk2/?igshid=1wp8l3xf6v352

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To whom this may concern, Last night dreamt the most beautiful dream. You and I was together finally as one, and oh how it was so fun. You took me to places that I’d never been before, while making me feel like my body was yours. Moving together like an ocean wave, in sync as one. Your lips on top of mine, tasted like the worlds finest wine. I mean, this was the most beautiful dream that I’ve ever dreamt before. Nothing could ruin this dream for me... Well at least that’s what I thought. When I least expected something horrible had happen.... I had woken up and realized that it was just a dream. And I don’t know if you would believe it or not but, I actually started to cry. I started to cry because, just in the moment, in that time everything felt right . I was in your arms , and you was in mine holding each other until the sunrise. But it broke me into pieces because it wasn’t true; in our reality I still wasn’t allowed to have you.... Maybe one day all of that will change. Maybe it won’t. At least I will always have this dream to hold on to. Sincerely, A sad, but hopeful girl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Surviving A Broken Heart is now available. Click on the link in the bio to order your paperback copy today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Follow: wordsfromnatalie 🌹 Turn on your post notifications 🌹 Repost: wordsfromnatalie🌹 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ https://www.instagram.com/p/B7s4g2qlbue/?igshid=1tzmo6sxhmw7t

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To whom this may concern, I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you lately... Let’s be honest, I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you for these last couple of months. It wasn’t something that I had plan intentionally, it just kind of happen you know? Okay I should cut the bullshit, right? Because you know like I know that, what I am writing is a lie. Truth is, I just didn’t know what to say anymore. I felt like I had poured my heart out to you in every way possible, and still I got no response. I know they say that, “actions speak louder than words”, but back then I felt like I needed your words to match your actions. And I still do…. I know that’s not a valid reason to why I was avoiding you months at a time. But I just needed time to clear my mind. I needed time to figure out what was best for me. I just needed time to learn how to be me. If that makes any sense at all. Just know I am here ready to communicate with you. I just hope that you’re willing to do the same Sincerely, A remorseful friend https://www.instagram.com/p/B7mjfmOFvw5/?igshid=18m8a0q1dxeny

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Here’s my first challenge.. a syfy poem about a fairy and a demon in love. #syfy #poem #poemofinstagram #wordsfrommyheart #poetrychallenges #poetsandwriters #writerslife #writersofinsta (at Pontiac, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7eLKeZFrUh/?igshid=1kjycop58abeo

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Let Her Go What I’m about to say is probably none of my business, but I can no longer sit quietly about this situation anymore.... Help me understand what is the point of you stringing her along? You know that your relationship with her would never go past, just being friends. So why constantly keep sending her mixed messages? One minute you guys are laughing and talking. Than the next day you’re ignoring her questions like, she never asked you anything at all. Why can’t you just let her go, for she can find what exactly she needs; because obviously it’s not with you.... Let’s say that I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and say that you do care about her. Hell maybe even love her, but you’re scared of being hurt. Let that shit go because she wasn’t the one that broke your heart. She wasn’t the one that betrayed your trust. So stop fucking punishing her for something that she didn’t do. In reality all she really wants is a chance, for you to let her in. And if that’s something that you refuse to let her do, than let her go. Either way you look at this situation, you’re doing nothing but making things more difficult for her. And when I say her, I mean me. You know that I won’t walk away from you on my own; so you use that to your advantage. I would have more respect for you if you could just tell me the truth, instead of doing what was best for you. If you care about me at all, than do me this one favor. Regardless of how much it’s going to hurt..... Let me go for I can be happy, or at least try too be happy. When I call don’t answer. When we cross each other paths on the street, don’t smile, and don’t wave. Don’t even acknowledge my presence. It’s possible that I can even hate you through this whole process, but in the end I will thank you. Just like the saying goes, “ if you love something than let it go. If it comes back , than that’s how you will know.” So if you do love me, than let me go. And if, and only if I come back after all the hurt and pain, than maybe we was really meant to be.... ©️Wordsfromnatalie2019 Spoken word is located on my IgTv https://www.instagram.com/p/B5n6WczFuSu/?igshid=zrtd9fnpdu2f

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Triggered I would of never imagined that you would of been the trigger, to my anxiety coming back again. I mean, why would of friend of mine, be the reason why I feel like my life should come to an end.Maybe it’s because, you led me on to believe that something was there; when in reality you never really cared. You enjoyed having all of the accessories that came with me, but you didn’t enjoy having the pleasure of being with me. So yes, I am bitter that you chose to take someone else out, on OUR date. So excuse me when I ask for you, to stay the fuck out of my face. I know you probably thinking that, I didn’t mean to tell you, to stay the fuck out my way. Your probably even thinking that I need you here to stay, but that’s where your wrong. If I was to see your face, or hear your name, I’d become upset instantly; because you know exactly the damage that you’ve done to me. And no, I’m not just upset over a date. I’m upset over multiple things, like the promise of you getting down on one knee.....I don’t think you quite understand this frustration that I have with you, because you believe that the problem isn’t really you. You think that it’s my anxiety, and my bipolar disorder that’s trying to take over. You think that maybe, just maybe, if I were to calm down that I would come around. Let me make this crystal clear with a reminder of the damage that I could do to you. You know better than any else, I get off on getting my revenge on anyone that has done me wrong. Even if it meant, I had to collect my revenge in blood, because you know exactly what I’m capable of. Please take heed to my warning, when I asked you yet again, to stay the fuck out of my way because, I don’t want to be the reason why this trigger get pulled aimed at your face. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1IQAvsFR66/?igshid=tmudiy0ubkvu

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Untitled Can you imagine, someone holding a gun to your head saying,” write me a poem that would save your life.” I bet you probably couldn’t so I did. I’d imagine myself holding a pen in my hand, with tears rolling down my face; while my pen explains how my life wasn’t a mistake. I’d let my pen tell the story of how, I’m a survivor of domestic abuse. I’d let my pen tell the story of how, I found a way to put my life to use. As my pen continue to tell the story about my life, the gunman started shake saying,” how this shit couldn’t be right.” The more that this gunman started move around, the more I began to shake. I just knew my life couldn’t end this way. So, my pen continue to write. My pen started to explain my anxiety, and how it comes with depression not to far behind. My pen started to explain, how I constantly struggle to get out of bed, for my daily activities to distract me from wishing I was dead. I had to learn how to pretend that I was okay.... even when I wasn’t. I had to learn how to be the strong all of it the time, because if I even dared to say what was on my mind; people would look at me like I was the one that just committed a crime. Or maybe that’s just how my anxiety likes to play tricks with my mind. My pen started to dig a little deeper. My pen started to tell the story of how,my daughter is the reason why I am still here. She is the reason why I survived a domestic abuse. She is the reason why, I found a reason to put my life to use. She is the reason why, I get out of bed. She is the reason why, I no longer wished I was dead. You see my daughter is my strength, and I have so much to teach and show her..... I looked up at the gunman with tears rolling down both of our face and I said,” I know this is not your typical kind of poem that you would normally hear. But I had to do what you asked. I had to write like I was going to die. So I told you the most painful, and grateful thing about my life.” Before I knew it he put the gun away, and mumbled how all of this was a terrible mistake, and then he walked away. At this point I didn’t even care if he said bye. I was just grateful to still be a live. ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B07VEIXFmSM/?igshid=l8qnvjw4o36x

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To whom this may concern, I don’t know why I am telling you this but, I cried. I cried for hours at a time, without even knowing why. It was like, every emotion that I’d ever held in, just came flowing out of my eyes; and I couldn’t stop it. I got so use to training my mind and body how not to feel any type of emotion, until I was numb. I was numb to any emotion that didn’t matter; until now. You probably wouldn’t believe me if told you, that an episode of grey’s anatomy is the reason why the water works got let loose. Yes I said, grey’s anatomy. To ask the one you care for to, be your person is powerful. To be the one I can run to, for when I need help. To be the person that understands me when I say,“ I can’t do this by myself.” You can’t tell me that’s not a wonderful feeling to have. Or it could be the worst feeling to have because, the one you want to be your person, refuses to be your person. Shit, I’m getting emotional, just writing about this. I bet you probably could care less, about the reasons why I cried. But a part of me feels like you’re not that kind of guy. A part of me of feels like you would tell me,“ everything will will be alright.”I’m sorry, I just needed to explain my emotional day to my friend. Tomorrow brings a brand new day, and tomorrow I will try to be okay. Sincerely, An emotional friend ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Surviving A Broken Heart is now available. Click on the link in the bio to order your paperback copy today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Follow: wordsfromnatalie 🌹 Turn on your post notifications 🌹 Repost: wordsfromnatalie🌹 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #wordsfromnatalie #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofinsta #instapoem #intimacy #romantic #typewriterpoetry #poetryofinstagram #writingprompts #writingcommunity #iampoetry #poetryisme #poetryisnotdead #poetryislove #poetryisart https://www.instagram.com/p/B0tC2WBlza_/?igshid=y88x01ptapzz

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Untitled Can you tell me what did I do, to make you leave. I mean, because I can’t comprehend why would you just up and leave the way you did. I was always there whenever you needed someone to talk. I was always there when you just needed someone to be there. I never questioned, or got mad about how late it was. I was even willing to stay up with you, to meet the sun. So tell me how do we get to this? How did we get from always loving to be around each other, to becoming perfect strangers. I probably wouldn’t even recognized you, if I saw you walking on the street; it’s been that long. I’ve never asked you for much, until now. I’m asking you to tell me the truth. Tell me what the hell did I ever do to you, to make you disappear. If you ever really cared about me, than you would tell me why. Tell me why, for I can finally have a peace of mind... ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B0sNLMtl27N/?igshid=1m6as318br3zj

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To Whom This May Concern, I’m not quite sure how many times I’ve expressed myself to you about this issue, or if I said anything at all. If I haven’t, I am now. It is very rude for a person to read a message, and not respond. Its one of the things that I hate about you, because it’s one of the things that you constantly do. Maybe it’s because, you can’t find the right words to say? Maybe you opened my message by mistake? At this point, I don’t give a fuck why you choose to do, the dumb shit that you do. But I do know, you shouldn’t do that to someone who genuinely cares for you. It’s like a slap in a face.Its you showing me, that whatever I have to say isn’t important enough for you to respond. It showing me that you don’t give a fuck about my feelings; and I know that’s not true. So I’m not asking, I’m telling you to get your shit together. If you have two seconds to open and read a message, than you have two seconds to respond. I wouldn’t be a real friend, if I couldn’t tell you about your mistakes. I really hope that you can change your ways, before it’s to little too late. Sincerely, An annoyed friend ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B0NLltDl_we/?igshid=1i1zhfrhr1xiu

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I Choose You It took me a while to understand my feelings for you, but now I think I’m ready to face the truth, by admitting that I need you. I’ve spent months and months going back and forth with you, begging for you to make a choice. In which in reality, I should of been taking my own advice. I should of been the one making the choice to leave or stay right??So baby,I promise that you’re not the one to blame, for me making my decision so late. It’s just that I wasn’t used to someone treating me, the way that you do. Spending the time to actually know me for me. I mean you made my reality, feel like a dream.When I’m with you, I turn into a shy little girl, that can’t even form a simple sentence to speak.I hope that you can understand exactly what I mean. If you don’t, that’s okay, because I now know that loving you is not a mistake.So right now this minute, I’m making my choice today; by choosing you to stay. I choose you to help me grow in life. I choose you to one day make me your wife. I tried denying the inevitable long enough, and I refuse to continue do so. No matter how many times I try to fight it, my choice has always been you, and will always be you. ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B0Gz1LnFMWe/?igshid=1d7q6sov3llmf

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To Whom This May Concern, I am not the bitter baby mama that’s upset because we couldn’t be together. You made that choice on your own, when you couldn’t leave other bitches alone. I am not the bitter baby mama, that wants you to fail in life. I’m just the baby mama, that wants you to live right. How would you like it if, our daughter fell for someone like you. A guy that doesn’t give a fuck if she cries. A guy that’s willing to say and do anything to cover a lie. Better yet, how about the kind of guy that, uses females as punching bags; every time they got mad. How would that actually make you feel. It would probably kill you inside, to the point you would want that person to die. Right?? So why would you still treat the mother of you child that way, like loving me was your biggest mistake. So why, would you pull and scream on a child that’s so innocent and sweet?Is it because she reminds you of me? I’m not trying to place the blame,but I can’t be the only parent that stays sane.. So to whom this may concern I say yet again, I’m not the anger bitter baby mama that’s wants you to fail in life. I’m just the angry baby mama that wants you to win in life, by treating our daughter right. Sincerely, A baby’s mother ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz7GVREFocP/?igshid=eac7y986war1

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To Whom This May Concern, There so many things that I need to tell you, but I can’t find the right words to let you know how I feel.So I’m just going to come right out and say it. I can’t eat, can’t sleep, and can’t breathe because I’m trying my hardest to avoid something that I don’t want to feel. I’m not mentally prepared to let someone inside of my heart. But when I’m not with you, it’s physically and mentally tearing me apart. I don’t think that you quite understand, that a part of me want these feelings to end. I’m suffocating on a daily basis when I’m with you, because I can’t be with you. I mean, do you actually know how draining it is to care for someone so deeply, and not knowing if they feel the same way?? I don’t even know if I’m making any sense anymore. All I do know is that, I’m stuck on one hell of emotional roller coaster, that I just want to be over. Sincerely, An Emotional Wreck https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz6C_bclWMp/?igshid=1ttcasrzwtbl7

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Dedicated to all of the idiotic people in the world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To Whom This May Concern, Who the fuck died, and made you poetry king. Wait let me back up explain exactly what the fuck I mean. Poetry means the world to me, and I hold it close and near to my heart. So to have you to come in and say, “Poetry is suppose to be grace”, makes me want to punch you in the face. Poetry is whatever a person wants it be. As a writer, I assumed that was something you should of known; but I guess I was wrong. I may not have every punctuation in the right place; but I can fucking guarantee you understood what I was trying to say. This is my life.... no scratch. This is me leaving my fucking legacy in the world. No one, and I mean fucking no one is going to tell me how to write about it. So,the next time you try to tell me how to write about my life, your loved ones would be reading about yours. Take my words however you want to take it. The truth of the matter is, I said what I said, and I mean what I say. So fuck you, and have a nice day. Sincerely, A pissed off Poet ©️wordsfromnatalia2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/BzFBWPHFUOD/?igshid=1gjdyugkmiog0

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To everyone that still follows me or tag me in things, I am not ignore you. Im just working on my second book. So thank you for continue to think of me. Here’s is a piece from one of my books, due out later this year called To whom it may concern.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To Whom This May Concern I should’ve been honest about my true feelings about our relationship. I lied by telling you, “ I needed to leave for I can start a spiritual healing.” Now that I think about it, being on a spiritual healing was partially true; because it helped me to realize that I never needed you. Your negativity was fucking up the positivity in my life. With you holding on to the sick delusion of me becoming your wife. I stayed because, you claimed that you loved me; and you couldn’t face the world on your own. When two second later, you had no problem with leaving me alone. My heart was being held captive in a place, that it no longer wanted to be. No matter how many times I continued to beg, you still wouldn’t set me free. So I did what I believe I had to do. Which was find a way to use your faith against you. In your own twisted mind, you believed that we were destined be, and it was a sin if I tried to leave. I found a way to convince you, to let me go on my “spiritual healing” for I can find a way love you right. But instead, I found a way to remove you from my life. As you read this letter just know that; I’m sorry for doing what I needed to do. Which was find a way to get the fuck away from you. Sincerely, A girl that is finally free https://www.instagram.com/p/Byl534IF26J/?igshid=1cex5yl8w3wlo

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High Heels People like to say that,” a female wearing high heels, is one of the sexiest thing a man enjoys.” The real questions is, “ would they still enjoy a woman in high heels, if they were leaving them?” This is kind of my situation right now. I’ll admit I went through his phone again.Multiple pictures of bitches that I didn’t know; and some of I did know. My first instinct was to , yell and scream about how wrong he was, but it wouldn’t had changed anything. So instead, I decided to grab the sexiest pair of red stilettos that I owned,with my black dress.The one that fits me just right to show off all of my beautiful curves. The one that awakens your best friends sexual nerves. It took me until this very moment to realize my worth. I couldn’t continue to take his mentally abuse.He needed to realize what he was about to lose. Now don’t get me wrong I have matured a little, but I didn’t mature that much. I was going to let him know I was done, in a special way. Grabbed my red lipstick and wrote busted on his mirror, and kissed it. Took a couple more puffs of my Marlboro red, than threw the rest of the bed. I stood there and watched as his bed went up in flames, feeling completely sane. I grabbed my bag and walked out the burning room, with my high heels on ready to move to on. So I ask again,” would a man enjoy a woman in high heels, if she left him with them on? ©️wordsfromnatalie2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/ByGMiMqFt2p/?igshid=izrs9e19rmsm