Your past becomes a fog within you
Underneath the skin
I have become such a damaged thing
Like a bird with a broken wing
I walk this world alone
Broken but yet I move
The only thing that drives me
This broken busted thing
Is that I refuse to give up
I refuse to let you fuckers win
Bring the lies and the pain
Give me all you’ve got
I can take it all you mother fuckers
In the end I will still be standing
In the end I will still be here
In the end I am the one
You are going to fucking fear
Nyx
Words From The Borderline 
Nicely done, very well miss. +)
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Thank you
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Yet again, this touched me so deep, such raw emotions, love it.
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I love how this poem took me from feeling teary to feeling empowered!
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😊❤
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Wow this is excellent I totally relate to this but also I think you got what is a hard thing to explain SO RIGHT here and so effortless. Wonderful work my talented friend.
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Thank you 😊. That means a lot coming from you.
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I believe in you my friend
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Can I challenge you to write a lighter poem … I’ve only read heavy sad ones here but you claim they are just writing … can you please do one just for me?
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Ummm it doesn’t work that way
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Then it’s from the heart and not purely creative?
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I have said this before to others – my poems are inspired by many things – past present, future . Other people – lyrics – words I’ve read – pictures – paintings. My poems are my art / I don’t always disclose details for my own reasons . Sometimes I do – but I will never do it when I do not want to. Sometimes things are better left unsaid – left to interpretation – my poems are not always literal – some are metaphor. If I want to explain -I will use a disclaimer
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Good for you, and you write so many so you are very creative!
Am sure that all of us can relate to pain and suffering which is why I prefer a lighter take … why wallow if I can cheer someone up?
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It absolutely does not work that way. Sometimes I hear a song and it evokes an emotion. Sometimes someone says one phrase. Sometimes I hear a bird sing, or I watch the sky. Sometimes I am in my bed and it just comes upon me and I have to write. Some come from my own experiences, other’s experiences and sometimes what I would like to be but never will. But I never write for others. I write for myself. Sometimes my poetry has absolutely nothing to do with me or anything about me either. Just a rhyme!!!
I value very much your writing just the way it is!!!!
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Thank you Bethany. You are such a good friend, and I value you and your writing as well. ❤
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❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Why don’t you scroll through my stuff there is lighter things I have written before
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Sure will do when I get the space, appreciate the invite.
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I have categories- just so people know what the topics are. Everyone is different likes different types of poetry. Thank you for your compliments
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