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Narotha Sar Persevere. the lack of support, the amount of hatred no childhood for me, twas belated belts to the back, punches to the head from the childhood I had, I wish I was dead it's funny how i forget the good times, and remember the bad I wonder if things were different, if happiness I had or if someone who was there for me, that I ought to call my dad if curious to how I'm feeling, it's obvious that I'm sad from the things that I have witnessed, the things that I have seen the things that were so fucked up, before I was a teen you can't imagine what I've been through, you can't imagine where I've been you can't imagine the hatred, that I was caught between what if things were different, if I were normal instead if all the words that were spoken, were all differently said and if all them tears that have fallen, were pointlessly shed or if I didn't spend 24 hours, in that dreadful hospital bed suicide watch is what they called it, but I called it watch for suicide because there was nothing more I wanted, than to wish that I had died i was over the tears I shed, I was over the tears I cried I was over all the sadness, that I desperately had to hide it's a tough gig trying to smile, to fake you're on a high to wake up every morning, hoping that you'll somehow die to be asked if you're okay, to cover with a lie but life will always be tough, something no one can deny if life were to be easy..no stories could be told no stories of your journey, no memories you can hold no excitement for the future, no future to unfold you won't enjoy the warmth, if you haven't felt the cold so if you've ever had the feeling, where.. no one will listen, no one will care this poem is for you, to show that we are always there this poem is personal to me, something I thought I'd never share so think..this world would not be the same, if you're no longer there. Narotha Sar's Other Poems Related Poems Form: Trending Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (Persevere. by Narotha Sar ) Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) Maya Angelou Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967) William Wordsworth Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886) Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973) William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849) John Donne (24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631) Walt Whitman - Still I Rise, Maya Angelou - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost - The Rose that Grew from Concrete, Tupac Shakur - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou - If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda - If, Rudyard Kipling - Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou - Dreams, Langston Hughes - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost - Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
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Brandy Avery ~ An Ollphéist Fíor ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Is é an áit is sábháilte chun bheith ar an oíche, tucked suas i leaba daingean. Ach cad más rud é san oíche, teacht ar do aisling do shaol. Tagann an ollphéist amach agus tógann sé uaidh d'uacht. Mo chroí agus anam ag suí fuar agus fós. Eagla a bhogadh, eagla a rá. Nach bhfuil arrachtaigh fíor agus dul amach. Haunt siad fós, taunt siad fós. Want a bheith saor go bhfuil gach Ba mhaith liom. Kill an Demon agus a ghearradh amach a cheann. Chun a dhéanamh, dar liom sábháilte a chodladh go sábháilte i leaba. Haunting ó cailín beag beag. Ach ní bheidh ort a ruin mo domhan. Toisc go bhfuil mé láidir agus ní bheidh síos ar ais. Tá mé fearless agus ní bheidh mé a bheith ar an talamh. Má Seasamh mé mór agus ard. Is féidir liom a briseadh mo titim. Is féidir liom géilleadh go léir. Beidh mé defeat i gcónaí leat, beidh mé bua i gcónaí. Ní bheidh tú Gortaítear riamh orm arís. Beidh aon fola níos mó agus Tears chaillfidh mé. Anois is féidir liom a chuid eile go sábháilte mo cheann ídithe Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ An Ollphéist Fíor ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe