Happy Valentine’s Day

Lillian Pearl

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Happy Valentine’s Day
I used to sit in my room and think to myself about everything untamable in my life. Refusing to let anybody who cared about me to help me maintain balance and peace of mind, I turned to a journal on my nightstand. For over two years I wrote down every emotion that was too chaotic or complicated to express, and planned on showing no one. After pages and pages of ink-filled lines, I realized that I wanted my words to be absorbed, not hidden away on a bedroom shelf, as if I were still as ashamed of them as I once was. Hurt, feel, breath, learn, grow. It’s all part of the plan.

Sujets

• Word
• Poetry
• Words
• Expression
• Journal

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 09 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665567411
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Happy Valentine’s Day
 
 
 
 
 
 
LILLIAN PEARL
 
 
 
 

 
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Published by AuthorHouse   08/05/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6742-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6741-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022914395
 
 
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Contents
Taking A Good Look
Maybe in Another Lifetime
Driving with the Radio Off
Being Blessed
Taking A Good Look
Abstract Heart
with each new scar placed on my soul
my heart becomes filled with artwork,
for whose who peer will admire the beauty
marked with slashes against my chest
and call it abstract,
as it still remains beating, waiting for its next artist
who will come along to add their personal touch
on this priceless exhibit of art,
while unknowingly ripping right through its canvas sheet
She Was Wanted
she was sixteen,
sitting in the passenger seat
of a car that had seated dozens before her.
the car parked in an empty lot
after racing one-sixty down a midnight highway,
her heart did not park though,
it continued to race.
it raced in her chest like the drugs raced through the body
that was sitting next to her,
but she was wanted.
she knew why but she had to prove them wrong
she was worth staying to someone
for however long,
she only needed for now
Caller
i cannot tell
if God has called me to do this
or if I have called myself
because I thought that’s what He wanted me to do
Warnings
i should start listening
to what my stomach has to say.
i have ignored too many of its warnings
denying the truth
until it punched me in the face
and threw me to my knees
where it proceeded to punch me again
Cheap Shots
when the devil hits you
while you’re down on your knees,
it isn’t a good shot;
it’s a cheap shot,
and he only does it
because he’s afraid of what you’ll do
once you get back on your feet
Last Word
you yell you scream
my face remains unphased
 
you don’t understand – “i understand just fine”
its not fair – “life’s not fair”
i promise – “you’re lying to me”
please let me be alone – “you’re staying right here”
“unappreciative. rude. self centered. spoiled brat.”
 
you turn away
i pray you don’t turn back before you exit the room
because my lip is already shaking and my eyes are giving in
to the flood that washes my vision blurry.
fine. have the last word.
Orphan
have you ever been an orphan
with your parents still around?
on your own but still have punishments,
you can do as you wish
but if they don’t like it
they’ll stop you life in its tracks,
if you sustain yourself to get away from the blackmail
they’ll take away nonmaterial goods from you:
missed call. no text. you can forget “I love you”.
but don’t they love you more than anything…
or is that just when you let them dictate the rest of their lives
through yours?
i cannot decide if I want to be an orphan, or a puppet.
Apology
placing objects in my hands
isn’t always enough
to heal the words you throw at me,
but at least it works for you
Bluff
she wants to pack her bags,
leave us behind she says,
to where she can be
without pain from us.
my heart breaks at those words,
but my mind almost wants to call her bluff,
“then go.”
Granola Bars
i go about my day
busying myself with tasks to be done
“i’m not a breakfast person” I say
as I put a granola bar in my bag
which I finally pull out and unwrap
after class at one o’clock
guilt