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"Never again will I be everything I was to him that I should have been to me" https://www.instagram.com/p/CK3a9oDLDNV/?igshid=62ixcbosqozp

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Never again

will I try to convince a man

that he was made for me,

or that his last name cradles my first

like land to sea.

Never again will I

try to make him stay —

on the phone or in any other way —

because his presence helps me sleep.

Never again will I offer

my midnight as his pillow, or

my conscience his well of tears, or

my time as currency spent without merit,

in haste.

Never again will I grieve the loss of a man,

unless tethered to his umbilical cord.

Never again will I lose sleep

over him who sleeps peacefully

while I count sheep in every country, or

meet sunrise with his name;

this I speak over and over again,

the empty promise where wasted time lies,

an arrow shot between the eyes,

Never again will I be,

everything I was to him

that I should have been to me.

-Sylene Joseph

Caribbean-American Poet

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Many things are worth defending: a city. a country. true love. friendship. family. When do i become worthy enough to defend myself?

Syl Joe | Sylene Joseph | visit blog.syljoe.com

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In the meantime write poetry write bars and bars of it use disappearing ink spew all the hate and love building like pressure in a pipe write a book in four volumes if you have to just make sure you occupy the space with words and the winter with spring

Syl Joe | Sylene Joseph | blog.syljoe.com

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do whatever the hell it takes to make u feel real again

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disassociation by association: each word and longing glance tears me apart.

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One,  accept that you are broken  perhaps by yourself  or maybe   someone else  but recognize that you were once whole-  and no longer are.  Two,  cry.  And cry ugly.  slide down a cold brick wall while you do  scream at the top of your lungs  make sure no one can hear you  reach for someone who isn’t there  hold on to your stomach-  weep.  It’s time to let go.  Three,  walk.  For a mile,  or two.  And embrace the beauty in being alone.  Don’t speak to anyone;  silence amplifies thoughts and walking stirs them like a wooden “tun stick”.  Four,  forgive,  everyone  especially yourself  for lying  and believing that you were unbreakable  incapable of being human  and incapable of showing it.  Five,  let the weight tumble  it won’t fall on it’s own;  but you must force it to  in unorthodox ways  but  permanent ways. Finally,  Six. Live. You deserve to.  Love, SylJoe

West Indian/Caribbean Poet, Sylene Joseph (via syljoe)

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I was too busy trying to fit an antonym into a definition, that I forgot the true meaning of life

misunderstood (via what-she-writes)

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Your love for me was an internal flame. Setting fire to what was once inflammable. Your actions echoed louder than your words, making your silence my comfort

silence (via what-she-writes)

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come around sundown to see the fireflies emerge, there is hope in the moments when the sun sits across the horizon, too tired to stay in the sky, a promise that tomorrow will come and will be bright, light enough to be held in both hands

come around sundown || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

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silk-sewn sheets surround me, with the strength of concrete, the sense of suffocation stealing away my breath, the scarcity of hope with every attempt of escape, soundproof walls absorbing every noise i make. panic-induced punches, anxiety-filled screams, almost like being imprisoned, ball and chain weighing me down, tiring me into stillness. calmness then reigns, and i reassure myself that maybe, it isn’t my time yet, to be free, to be happy. still, i try to be.

stuck in a chrysalis (via voicelessinthevoid)

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I want to find the void within the deep Then introduce it to you So it can feel as full as I do -SylJoe | blog.syljoe.com

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We stare through the darkness to find the light If only we knew the light within -SylJoe | blog.syljoe.com

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It is on these dimly lit streets we find old friends and new, It is also on these streets we lose then find ourselves again... -SylJoe | blog.syljoe.com

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One day, I dreamt that I were free...