Get Moved, away

Get Moved, away

A Poem by ThreeWrites
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Just writing what I’ve been through in my life

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Giggles at my jokes, but that’s was just to raise my hopes,

Now I’m back to thinking of the future, should I just start smoking a bunch of dope.

Just like before, that’s nothing but a thought, raising my hopes, at this point, I really need to change my notes.

I’ll become someone I once was, aspire to be greater than Hercules, or what ever floats my boat.

I create my own waves, preventing me from sailing away, like I’m being ricocheted,

But as I keep pressing forward, I know I’ll find a brighter day!

I meet a lot of people, so I can always find something to say,

Even if it’s just have a wonderful day, but I can tell I have more to explain.

I’ve enjoyed life, getting up at the crack of dawn, just to go do what I know what was right,

But something about my brother hitting a flat bed tow truck, and crippling me just isn’t alright.

I was eighteen, when I almost had no chance, to not even say goodbye, just because of my height,

He walked away, worst part must be that he never even apologized.

Almost every night, I want to go to bed, but usually after I cry,

Now I’m medicated, and gained weight from not wanting people to look at me, and criticize.

I supported him and his daughter for some time, hoping he’d change, I tried,

But with a mental condition, it’s difficult for me to pick a side,

But the bond of rope was burning my hand, so I had to decide, stay and suffer, or leave, and attempt to spread my wings, and fly.

I saw what path was directly put be forth my eyes,

An old friend saying they would help, as long as I didn’t affect their nine through five.

So I packed my pets and belongings, and was picked up in the middle of the night,

Now half my family followed, as we got evicted, it’s difficult to pay for the lights, but I never wanted all of them out of my mind, so they never left my sight.

I moved very far far away,

Left me in a situation where I’m living in the living room, of a 1 bedroom frame,

I unfortunately didn’t pay my bills, and caused my family much heartache and shame.

But I don’t want anyone to worry, me and my family are both very okay!

My family found separate but very near places to stay,

My parents are my neighbors, and work with my roommate, and found a way to get their room payed.

Unfortunately my roommate didn’t like my brother so much, he felt me talking to him, was my way to betray.

So he kicked me out, and I’m living with my mom, and two brothers, and their cats that need too be spayed.

Just waiting, trying to figure out a permanent place to stay, my family can’t live in this place,

We are sharing a hotel room, waiting for an apartment, so we could lay our heads down, after our dinner is made.

No more mistakes, I’ve chosen to be with my family till the ground is torn, and starts to shake.

No telling who out there is real, or is actually fake,

Can’t even trust myself, for goodness sakes,

So I’m just going to attempt to get back into shape.

For nothing more than my health, and being able to enjoy staying up late.

© 2025 ThreeWrites


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I think there is some sort of sincere, beautiful reflection in your words, even the painful ones! We owe it to ourselves to enjoy the world around us, and sometimes that means making some hard changes to the world around us. It feels like you conveyed very well the struggles you've endured, and the gentle hopes beneath the waves. That even when things felt bad, heavy -- impossible even -- you persisted. I appreciate the creation. Thank you for this.

Posted 7 Months Ago



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ThreeWrites
ThreeWrites

Albuquerque, NM



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I have brain damage, and went through psychosis. What I made out of it, was a lot of emotions, what it led too, is a opportunity to write emotional poems more..