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Do we live to suffer or do we suffer to make living?
I asked the same question to myself for many times, curious and inpatient
The sun goes shinning but a cloudy sky still shading over him
People still bombarding the old begger for his gain without any exact job description
The street is crowded but no one see the weirdo being lonely among people
I wonder, if the world is a role play, why it’s full of complicated steps than it should be
Why there’s no man who goes out of exception to prove us ”life is wrong”
Call me psycho but answer me

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My name is Maria Teresa Pratico and I’m a divorced mother of two teenage boys. I’m a woman living with Complex PTSD and am in remission from dissociative episodes related to flashbacks from my past traumas. I have overcome an eating disorder stemming from my extensive background in many forms of dance. I was Broadway bound in my younger years. I have practiced yoga for twenty years now. My blog for WordPress is Emotional Musings and I started it in October 2018. I have three books of poetry available on Amazon called “Emotional Musings”,”My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”. I’m an intuitive empath and I use that experience and my inquisitiveness to fuel my writing. I’m always interested in new ideas and information that can better our society and the human condition as a whole. . I’m a shamanic energy healer and practitioner. I strive to spread happiness, love, peace and light to all I may encounter.

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not gonna lie
this limited life experience
gives us some happiness

feeling free in our youth
fun with our friends
getting our bearings

but it’s not always so
we aren’t always so lucky
as evidenced in monstrous curve balls

the older we get
the harder it becomes
to navigate in some semblance of peace

happiness eludes us
negligible moments of comfort
in between the waves of pain

as contentedness is yearned
survival and self-preservation
locks in and takes hold of us

we despair and hope for ease
uttering a cry to be left unharmed
to remain untouched by the sorrows of life

looking back on it all
happiness is elusive and fleeting
the joys felt just dull the anguish

life is hard
life isn’t pretty
but when it’s filled with love, it’s better.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico and I’m a divorced mother of two teenage boys. I’m currently in remission from being diagnosed with Complex PTSD and I used to struggle with dissociative episodes at times related to flashbacks from my past traumas. I have overcome an eating disorder stemming from my extensive background in many forms of dance. I was Broadway bound in my younger years. I have practiced yoga for twenty years now, write a blog for WordPress under the title of Emotional Musings. I have two books of poetry available on Amazon called “Emotional Musings” and “My Soul’s Language”. I’m an intuitive empath and I use that experience and my inquisitiveness to fuel my writing. I’m always interested in new ideas and information that can better our society and the human condition as a whole. I’m a loving and giving person who values those qualities in others. The greatest lesson I instill in my children is you may not like everyone you meet but we must show love and kindness to all along our path. I’m a shamanic energy healer and practitioner. I strive to spread happiness, love, peace and light to all I may encounter.

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.

It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.

It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.

I needed a change,
a new life, away
to go. A way to escape,
the life I was in.

I no longer cared.
I no longer tried.
I no longer lived.
It no longer mattered.

Then, something drew my gaze.
I cannot say what.
There was nothing there.
But, I knew it would appear.

And before it came,
I was excited to see.
Ready for whatever was
coming; ready for it to be.

And there it was!
An Arctic Fox appeared
on a small mound before me.
And he watched me, as I watched him.

And I knew in that instant I was free.
Free to go. Free to flow.
Free to die. Free to flee.

It was ok. God was with me.

My Blog:   https://wordpress.com/view/freelifeblog.art.blog

My name is Chris Bunton. I write about freedom in one form or another mostly. Spiritual things, poetry, self-help, recovery, and whatever the Spirit leads me to write. I think we can make a better world. But, it starts with helping each other get through each day, and overcome what ails us.

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lethargic, depressed, tired
and by my side

you need me
to get you to functional

engaged, up, happy
and still not by my side

there is loneliness
with or without you

you’re just not there
for me…

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Down, down they trickle
Slow, slowly they fall
On a face once gloomy
On a face once merry
Tears are fears that no one hears
Tears are promises that someone breaks
Tears are wounds only time can heal
Tears are smiles that are worthwhile
Tears are strengths from Above.

I am Vilma Sison (Mang) from the Philippines. Your mom for all seasons! I have two children and a husband to keep my days busy. Although I don’t consider my self a poet, some musings led me to write a few. They may be short but they depict what I have feeling at the moment I am writing them. I hope to inspire some of your readers and followers through this poem. They can reach me through my FB page Write Away with Mang or follow Write Away here in wordpress.

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Firsts of our birth,
we commit
to thee our sips
Thou, who
fastens in thy
tentacles sweet
flames with
splendorous viridity
Cause thy armour
amidst thine little
one’s potent fears
Howbeit, thy slather
anchors vividly!;
yet in thine
nesh-care brings
to a nix a thread of fists
Cause thy gains
to collect the afraids
of thine little one’s
potent tears
Forever our splendor; once in thy clamour

Hi guys! I’m Benyin from Ghana. A student of KNUST, Ghana. I love writing, I like to put my thoughts down through the pencil than through the mouth– started this journey not very long ago but by God’s grace I’ve come up with some good writings. You can check my blog below for the new styles.