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Bruised not broken

Bruised not broken

Bruised not broken
Words of pain spoken
I get caught up in my mind 
I get lost in it sometimes
Searching for clues
Trying to find ways to be amused
Cant seem to shake
Thoughts of every last mistake
I get confused
I get unsure of what to do
Why does life get deep
I lay awake…no sleep
Trying to put the puzzle together
Just want to live life… a little better
It’s hard to remain focused…I try
Try to find new ways to get by
I struggle with in, it hurts
Searching for something that works
I am living my life….I’m coping
Bruised not broken!

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Tina Moore

amazing truth morris being bruised makes us all carry on to fight to live when we are feeling punished for nothing .broken is more dangerous that witch we find it harder to live

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Shirley Pourbaba

This is not man, his is better known as a beast. True men are gentle and tender, and handle Gods gift with care. Hope they can find their strenght beyond their force. 

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Jimmy Arnold

What's up player?

Tina and Shirley very good renditions of living a life or just existing,
in life. Avery sad but true parallel is this behavior by one, on another, or by
many others, in this world, that we all attempt to live in, (some more than
others) sad to say. Many face victimization at the hands of those, whom has the
Gaul to say they are loved ones, though they deliver nothing but senseless mental
and physical abuse in their relationship. Why is it so easy for them to hurt
the ones they claim to love, is a mystery or do they assume, the abused have no
feelings or that the abused is now deaden to pain, due to the constant
bombardment from the onslaught brought on at the hands of their, (suppose to be),
partner or spouse. So it’s easier to make them the victims, instead of taking
their aggression out on, what caused their anger in the first place. They
tend to feel the need, to take it out on the most innocent of their surroundings,
their spouse or the one you acclaimed your love for, at the beginning of their
relationship…..Very sad in deed and a subject matter, that deserves all the
public attention that can be brought out against it’s very unfortunate existence.....Another
piece to your puzzle in play and a very intricate piece it is..........

With regards,

Jim

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Morris Holland ...

Jim,

Thanks... you basically summed up what i was trying to reach through this piece. I have 4 sisters and was raised by my mother and Grandmother so this type of violence is personal. feel me?  Shirley thank you as well. The mystery will continue...until the mystery unfold Jim lol

Morris 

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Jimmy Arnold

What's going on Morris,

That makes a man that much stronger and the will to fight that fight, is intensified, when he is the only male figure and has all females to stand not only for his ground but for theirs as well......Keep on keeping on Morris, i honestly commend you and for sure, salute your cause and motivation for the existence of this master piece of work and salute your Mom/Grandmother, for their holding down the fort and maintaining together, the solidity of their family and for being their, through the thick and thins of life....I would love to see this poetry slam take wings and fly, you dude, will be a giant slayer and you the real giant will be awakened to take your place behind the mic and the last man standing........ will be he who owns...... the One mic...That definitely marks you my man...

Be cool Partner,

Jim  

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Morris Holland ...

thanks Jim... It's people like you who help fuel the fire that helps me in every last word I write. thanks from one poet to another.  

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Jimmy Arnold

No prob..Keep doing your thing....We feel you..

Jim

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James Whaley

Brother Morris,

     Obviously these are not just pretty words put together for the sake of entertainment. We roll with the punches, right. "Bruised- Not Broken" is the voice of a survivor. You're not alone. Sometimes, the pain is so great, I can't write my personal story- so I focus (your word) on all of our pain (sprinled with a love poem here and there). Who or what do you turn to for strength? When I read something like this, I feel the need to respond. We're all in this together. Stay strong!

                                                                                                              James Whaley

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Morris Holland ...

Bruised not broken was written for the many women i have met in my life, those who dealt and lived through mental, emotional and physical abuse. If my words can help someone get through those kinds of pain, then my mission is being fulfilled... James we are all into this together, a family behinds words that should speak truth and hold meaning. The mystery behind me and my mission is "No More Pain" thanks for your words and support...my motivation comes from poets and writers like yourself!

Morris

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Jimmy Arnold

Congratulations Morris well deserving by a very serious poet/Mic spitter..........

Jim

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Tina Moore

this is very deep in the soul stuff like an amazing story that follows you throughout your life true and an example of what can happen admire your courage in adversity

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Danielle Zitoun

There's so much innate rhythm in your poems, rising from the emotions into the light. This poem burns bright.

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