my heart
of emotions
soaring
singing
floating
to the sky
lifted and rebirthed
picked and forgiven
let to love
left
to love
burdened by my heart's tingling ache
my heart's
wish
for more
my heart's wish
for
something more
this pain. . finally free . . to understand this . .this....
our last gift of giving
a crown
so golden
glowing
lifted
gifted
in blood
a last goodbye
final
goodbye
never
again
to goodbye
this pain . . of a cranium . . inside my skull . .
splitting my seams . . thread poked through . .
pulled . . pulled . . sew.. . sew ..
a final
goodbye
to this pain . in my head . .
behind my eyes . .
in my voice ..
my heart . .
gone .
free . .
of
pained
memories
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Erica Michaelle Buck
I bare for you, Dear Reader, my heart and soul.
Through all of the bittersweet pains of life, love, and youth ever-lasting.
World without end.
Mental health check, some of old my writings can be triggering. I am in a much better place now!
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09JUN2016
I don't remember the last time I wrote words. A quick poem here and there, to myself. Yet what truths do I share. Love shattered. Hearts torn. for love. yet our hearts are not closed, forever open in love. Holding true to the child of my dreams. When I was little and dreamt of prince charming. Is he you? or is he you? My heart clings to falsehood. Not really of love. Begone obsession and pains from past loves. I can't seem to forget you. Can never write your name. Only in one original poem did I let my heart bleed ink. in ink. where to be off to. To free myself from this hole in the mountain. I must find my way home. I have not given up on my dreams. Purity in heart finds me, growing. Silently, I see your face, your name...of a batman. Beauty of sorts, stress let me go. Can I find peace? How can you find me? Will it ever end. This feeling. This ache of pain I can't understand. But lies, I must be telling myself. A pisces of fantasy, is it anything else? I am not the fallen or broken or betrayed. I must be the loyal, trustworthy, and brave. So woe of walking away. So sorry to have become what my father gave me. But no longer shall I be his slave. Breaking free, apart the bond of pain. Blessings and angels, please heal what I struggle to forgive. forgave everyone, including myself, wishes of peace grant us freedom. Prayers to fly, flying life. Soaring and singing, mountain tops and beautiful trees. Sunsets and Ocean's misted breeze. How beautiful a dream. Eternally. Oh I lost those lowly worlds. Lost to the end of time. She saw everything. Now i am never alone, but always with God.
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