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April 18, 2019
 

Tired yet not sleepy
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Whole day
busy with her daily kiosk .
Sometime
not even sit for
a moment
to get her breathe back.

Still
she carries
a beautiful smile
to make others feel
That she is alright .

That's a mother,
a wife
in everyone's house.
She will be tired
yet not sleepy as
She is in rush
to keep
everyone happy .

-Rav.

MAKE IDEAS HAPPEN
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April 15, 2019
San Antonio, United States

an unplanned expedition and too many mental agitations. nothing feels right because everything is no more. all i feel is not real. maybe taking those extra sleeping pills is keeping me in this unknown state. it is all a mystery. i can hear my mother telling me she's proud of me. what is she so proud of? i have always fucked up. i was hardly a good kid and still she smiles when she sees me. i think she sees someone that doesn't exist or maybe she thinks i still have a chance to change. i’m not an educated or successful person. i have always been a failure and i’ve accomplished nothing and still she smiles when she sees me. when we were kids, she would tell us that we could be anything we wan...

PHOENIX
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April 14, 2019
 

Dear Mother Nature,
  I did it. I held back the tears as the blood stained my panties this month. I keep telling myself that each month it will get easier. This month that I won’t be upset as I receive your gift. Others rejoice over it, shouldn’t I? There has to be a reason behind it. It’s just not the right time, I have so much to accomplish. I don’t understand though. My arms and heart ache. Please just stop.

                        Best regards,
                            Childless

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April 8, 2019
 

Postpartum depression.

My black hole..

There’s a hole that sits within my chest
I cannot quite explain
for it’s just there and I’m not sure
exactly when it came.
Somedays it’s black and hollow
or it’s small and hard and tight
and others it’s not there at all
replaced by joy and light
I want to love each moment
as I watch you grow each day
but somedays I can’t find energy
to sit with you and play
From the moment you lift your lashes
to the time you fall asleep
I have to count each breath I take
so I don’t fall and weep
Each task becomes a struggle
and soon I fall behind
which only makes the guilt I feel
more present in my mind

But still I want the world to see
as I walk around with grace
pr...

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April 5, 2019
 

For every woman in this world, I dedicate this poem.

WOMAN
Going through the darkness
Her bright heart cries.
But she tries to cover it up
With her small and little lies.
A smile on her face
Like the crescent moon.
A blessing and a grace
Every woman is a boon.

Written by-BijoylaxmiDas.

POETRY MONTH
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April 5, 2019
Chandigarh, India

Use my pain again me, have your fun. I'm broken down with nothing left to lose. She fell down on the floor and looked up to her mother when....

Her mother opened a bottle of wine and said to her daughter lets celebrate your freedom with pizza and chocolates..Took her to Bar.. and booked her ticket to Europe trip...
Most coolest mom ever..
Cheers

ORIGINAL
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April 3, 2019
 

This little girl is my whole world.
She's the reason I'm alive.
She makes me smile.
Has taught me patience
She's the reason I love myself
I love to hear her sweet laugh and see
That smile she wears so happily.  
I never will let her go
She is part of me, a greater better part
Of me. She has changed me for better.
She's my rider, my baby girl.  She keeps me warm at night, the reason I wake up in the night checking to make sure that she has blankets covering her, keeping her warm.
She is the reason I've woke up happy and smiling, i kiss her goodnight every night. I love taking her on adventures and exploring new things. Making memories , taking pictures. Shes my blood, my other half,  my...

POETRY MONTH
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April 3, 2019
 

   Lost and mournful, yet

  Comfortably numb in my

        Memory of you.

                   JD



*Immobile*
#ComfortablyNumb #Apr19WEchallenge #SongTitlePoetry
#memory #CMAprilChallenge
#Mother



I LOVE MOM
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April 2, 2019
 

To All My Guy Friends,

I know you love everything about her. I know you love that you can tell her things you've never told anyone. I know you love that you can be yourself with her. I know you love that she cares about you and tries to make you happy. I know you love that she tries to understand how hooked you are in your computer and mobile. I know you love the way she laughs. I know you love how her breath feels on your skin. I know how you love the way her touch is so calming. I know you love the way her arms feel around you. I know you love her smile and her eyes and every last inch of her body. I know you love the sound of her voice and the way she talks to you. I know you love her s...

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April 2, 2019
 

                          THE WOMAN

A belly without curve, he touched.

A courage without nerve, he clutched.

A darkness, pierced

by a lamp, which smeared

the wall, which neared

the child, who feared

a darkness, pierced.

Not out loud, and soft as cloud

Fading calls, and hope falls

Eyes searched, and legs rehearsed

a walk back on his own, towards a woman unknown.

A question firm and answer vague

A childhood term and innocence plague.

POETRY MONTH
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March 30, 2019
 


         Your pearls of wisdom
  Draped around my neck remain
             Forever with me.

                       JD






Your teachings, your advice, and your wealth of knowledge will stay with me always like a strand of pearls I wear with priden #Mother
A haiku
#pearls #MarCMchallenge

WISE
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March 28, 2019
Johnston, United States

The first blood is a maelstrom of violence. I weep in to myself until my mother comes to hold me. She seems so happy to invite me in to her book club. Her errands become my errands so much that her children are my children.

I begin to shy away from my broad shoulders. I sink them behind my chest and start to cross my legs even when I am sleeping. My screams become quiet suggestions on curtain colors. I dip my wrists in lavender.

My daughter now is not my own. I did not birth her. She is bought with the work of my heart, paid for in lawyers’ fees. But still, I set a seat for her. I tell her of the book club, but I hope she learns—

The dramas are between the lines.

VISIONS
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March 25, 2019
 

  Her broken
  Always made her
  Push harder
  To be stronger.
              So,
                       Here
                       I am
                       Wondering and hoping
                       I am half as
                       Strong..

    Her soul lives in me
     And floods me with possibility
                 So,
                           I can breathe again.

        And know I am.

                                                    JD




*So*
Tags: #10Word Story #elfchen #LastWordElfchen #here #4WordStory #soul
#broken #stronger antoher #10WordStory #her #MissingSomeone #flood

INSPIRATIONAL
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March 22, 2019
 

Dear Mum;

It's been 8 months and 16 days since you left us and it's getting close to Mothers Day.

I have an unexplainable ache in my chest, a desperate urge to just see your face one more time.

I want to hear you snort with laughter; I want to hear you getting ready in the morning; I want to hear the radio coming from your bedroom in the mornings and smell the perfume on your neck as j hug you goodnight.

Although I always knew a day like this would come, it doesn't feel like I'll ever be ready to let you go.

I miss you so much, sometimes I feel like I'm going to be sick and it makes me furious that I can never see you again.

I really just needed to vent and to tell myself that it's okay...

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March 17, 2019
 

    Heaven called
    Why did you have to pick up?
    Why didn't you just let it ring?
    Or not accept the charges
    Heaven called
    Why didn't you ask them to wait
    Until I could see you one more time?
    Because I needed to see you
    I need to see you
    There are so many things
    Left to say
    So many things left unsaid
    Heaven called
    You had told me
    That you weren't ready
    But the look on your face
    Told a different story
    One of peace and serenity
    Heaven called
    You never pick up
    If you don't know the number
    That has to tell me something
    Heaven called   
    And you answered
    Now, you're gone
    I don't...

ANGEL OF FAITH
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March 18, 2019
 

     When you left,
     It was sudden
     Without so much
     As a good-bye
     Now, I can't
     Shake the feeling
     That somehow
     You didn't even know
     That I loved you
     And it cuts deep
     Like thorns
     Piercing rose petals
     Or walking barefoot
     Through shattered glass.     JD






*Sliced Open* Mother Part V
#WhenYouLeft #MarCMchallenge
#ShakeTheFeeling #MarchFalls #PoetryChallenge
#thorns #MarchMadness #WritingPrompts
#shattered #MarWEchallenge


LET IT ALL OUT
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March 17, 2019
 

I keep moving
I can't sit still
I get nervous
That I'll feel ill
Emotional
Uncomfortable
Vulnerable
And unstable
A sudden flood
Of energy
Overwhelming
I cannot breathe
Will I survive
This painful loss
She gave me life
I must go on
Did she sit still?
Give into fear?
Why if she had
I wouldn't be
here
~ Lady Sativa

DON'T WORRY JUST WRITE
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March 16, 2019
 

Mother 💗

First word come from the mouth of an Organism is " Maa ". The first love of every living thing present in this universe is THE MOTHER ❤

:-- Maa denotes in hindi as MOTHER 💚

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March 15, 2019
 

Sometimes the circles under her eyes glow.
But they are something her face will always show.
Pain is something that has been embedded in her soul.
Piece by piece her beauty they stole.
The beatings she took, you will never know, because she swore if she survived she'd never tell a soul.
The things she went through would have killed most, I swear I know.
Locking herself in the bathroom she would sit thinking she was alone.
I sat on the other side of the door praying this time she would let go.
Hours felt like days....
Years.... She lived life this way.
I'd catch a glimpse of her through the keyhole,
She took so much....
I thought blue was a skin tone.
Every excuse...
I heard at least twice...

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