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My Heart
My Mind
My Trust
My Body
pieces of me
you played with
like they were toys
no longer broken
but once again scarred
remnants of you
still linger
yet to be fully exorcised
from the self I am becoming
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I still remember
the good times we had
and I still miss
all the laughter
we used to share.
I am sorry
for the part
I played,
and I am still hurt
by your’s.
I hope you
are finding healing
as I am now.
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growth is not what I anticipated.
for everything lost, something better
was gained—
and my soul feels pulled in two directions:
my old ways,
and the ones I am stepping into.
I never knew nostalgia could hurt
so much,
or that freedom could be found
in forms of loss.
the sunrise I never thought would come
is finally dawning,
and I am scared
of what it means
to leave the darkness behind.
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sunlight is streaming in
through the windows of my soul,
but I’m pulled to look
at what’s behind me—
the darkness retreats
as the light
desperately clings to me,
begging me to bring it
along.
and the temptation of familiarity
is more alluring
than I care to admit.
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The dark night
of my soul
was a nightmare
I begged the stars
to bring me out of,
not knowing if there was
any hope to be found.
And amazingly,
from some reservoir
deep inside of me
that I did not know existed,
I kept going —
and I survived.
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Dear Omaha,
Your ghost still haunts me like a protruding scar on my heart that may never fade. In quiet moments, your ghost and its echos come to me, stalking the darker halls of my mind.
I know that I am not innocent in these affairs. With my heart and mind in a state of dilapidation, I chose complicity every time to claim a place by your side, and the sides of those to come. I gave everything, and it was never enough.
But there was a time when you and your echos did bring some light into my darkness, and for a while, that light was enough to keep going. I never thanked you for that. And even now, your ghost and its echos are a source of power for my healing.
I do not regret everything we did and everything we shared and everything we said. In a strange twist that I never saw coming, I am grateful for the experience of you. For because of you, I am wiser and I am stronger and I am becoming the person I am meant to be. I hope your soul can find that too.
So thank you, and farewell,
JPM
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I made you my sun
when I was an Icarus.
Addicted to your warmth,
and disregarding
the destruction of fire,
I flew too close
and I stayed too long
until you melted my wings
and I entered a free fall.
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I found myself broken once again, a part of me killed by your ruthless hunger. I didn’t know which hurt worse: saying goodbye to the parts of me you killed, or realizing that even monsters have souls too.
And while I will never understand you, goddamn it, I saw you. I recognized you the same as you recognized me—haunted by demons of the same descent.
It is only by chance that the darkness molded us differently, and we came out such different forms.
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I’ve fallen so many times and I’ve always picked myself back up. My bones have broken. My flesh has been bruised. My body is littered with the scars—seen and unseen—of my past; of the ghosts that haunt the halls of my mind. But I am slowly making peace with them now and I know I need not fear them. I am filling up the empty rooms of my soul and opening up the curtains. And as I stand with my face turned toward the sun, as I feel the warmth on my face and my eyelids, I feel something new being born—rising inside of my chest; an eternal flame growing bigger. My soul is renewing. My heart is healing. My mind is finding peace. I am becoming. I am whole.
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locked in my room
afraid and alone,
at the tender of six
I learned I was on my own.
my thirteenth year alive
reinforced that belief—
dropped off at home
after a suicidal debrief.
by high school I learned
emotions made me too much,
so alcohol and drugs
became my crutch.
by college I learned to vanish
behind the perfect mask—
smiling like nothing’s wrong
so no one thought to ask.
but my body kept the score
and my spirit grew so, so tired.
I burned through people
just to feel desired.
a mirror of pain
in every face I’d see,
always searching for someone
who would finally choose me.
but I’ve learned how to hold
my own shaky hands,
and how to build a home
from the ashes and sand.
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I am finding myself
trading you for someone
carved from your shadow—
intoxicating enough
to fool my still-youthful naivety,
but never enough
to fool my heart.
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was I some fetish you had?
did the allure of something taboo,
the temptation of forbidden fruit,
look exotic and enticing to you?
was it your boyish and predatory instincts
that compelled you to seduce through
your charm and deceit and grooming?
or did I just seem an easy conquest to you?
you and your careless, self-indulgent attitude
must of had fun keeping me subdued
but you crossed too many lines without a single fuck
and I can forgive but not forget the betrayal that ensued
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our demons have a history
but a siren is not good for a phoenix
and I can’t ignore who we are at our cores
my demons have found healing
I’m not sure about yours
but I’m not prey anymore
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you felt me up in your car
under the guise of comfort and intimacy.
claimed me as yours in public.
touch and proximity now looks possessive and predatory.
caught in your web of malicious seduction
that kept me sedated with surges of euphoria.
high off the treatment you were giving me,
I stayed happily in your concoction of dysphoria.
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15 years, the tears finally fall
grief rushes in and I feel it all
a scar on my heart, my northern star
you no longer feel so far
you lost the fight, so I will not
the fight is getting everything I got
your legacy, intact
your daughter, no longer cracked
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magic is afoot
it’s all around us
in the endless cycle of the moon
in our intuition and actions
in the synchronicities
god is alive
in the birds that sing
in the plants that grow
in the changing seasons
magic never died
it will always be alive
in the scared life force
that resides in everything
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flashes light the night sky
a crash of lightning
a deafening boom
rain pouring in torrents
an awesome show of power
the strength of Mother Earth
not something to be feared
something to be revered
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I am not who I was a year ago, six months ago, one month ago
I planted a seed that is sprouting from the dirt and the mud and the ashes of my past
I let the flames of the fire burn everything away until there was nothing left but me
rebuilding myself from the wreckage I was trapped beneath,
I burn with a different fire, one that is all mine and does not scorch me
a fire that lights the darkness and shows me my shadows
and now those shadows that once haunted me have become my friends
I let myself burn to ash and I am now reborn
becoming the me I am meant to be
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black bird sing to me
sing of the things you have seen
of the horrors and the wonders
of the stars and the skies
sing to me of the wisdom you have gained
sing to me of the storms you have weathered
sing to me the song of freedom
sing to me the song of spirit
sing and I will listen
fly and I will watch
teach and I will learn
black bird sing to me
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something shifts
something changes
the silence is louder
the view rearranges
time passes
things click
the veil lifts
it’s more arsenic
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a tear soaked pillow
a dirty coffee mug
the trash full of tissues
my food untouched
curtains are drawn
the sun is too much
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loving you was loving poison, the kind that kills one slowly
shrouded in honey to mask the bitterness of truth
I never noticed that you shoved it down my throat
aware only of the salaciously sweet words you spoke as I was choked
and it haunts me now, the way you used to touch me
sometimes at night I still hear your voice behind me
we shared things we never should have:
beds and bottles, drugs and drunken conversations
in the end, it was you I had to detox from to start anew
now watch as a garden blooms from desolation
I hope the view ruins you
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your hands lingering on my body
erotic conversations in a car
winks given across the room
say you want me to bloom
my body aflame where you touch
my knee, my thigh, my arm
a hand on my breast
breath caught in my chest
your hands in my hair
voice low in my ear
heat blooming in my core
my body begging for more
Older Woman and Younger Girl,
a History of My Life:
she has me spellbound
wondering if I am confound
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Got stuck in a battle between my head and my heart;
I had to learn how to survive by breaking the two apart.
I became a danger to myself and couldn’t bring myself to care—
then I became a danger to everyone, completely unaware.
I let the world turn me into a monster when I chose to stay caged and frozen.
A toxic environment for a home and behaviors that were transposon;
The only things I knew were the poison I had drunk my whole life,
killing me slowly from the inside while turning me into a knife.
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she was the Green Light,
I was Jane Eyre.
Together we were Wuthering Heights
caught in a manipulative love affair.
She did things under cloak and dagger,
I wore my heart on my sleeve.
they warned me not to trust her,
and she kept me without ticket of leave.
I love being under the influence,
but her’s is one I now rue.
she came with her own dissonance
I never learned to subdue.
Phoenix Marie Poetry 