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This is me

when I hear the word great

I think about trying so hard to

ace the  act, but too lazy to

do it, because it's too late.

why does a test define you?

your character and your style

make you feel so good about yourself

like you in a happy little town

Even though you feeling down

but in the end

you really falling down

deeper in the hole in the dirty, little ground

I want to be great

I want to be successful and find me a mate

Maybe go on a little date

I don't want to be late

but sometimes I'm just a little too late

I want to be great

I want to be happy

can I find it somehow?

sometimes I can't manage it now

because it's so hard

I really don't know how?

I'm a confused girl stuck in a

body that i don't want.

what is pretty to you ?

a model who in doubt

who really be tripping over a cute little pouch

What is great to you ?

A person who study their books

But can't cross the street for no goods

im suffering and really can't pick myself up now.

My mom talk to me

Always telling me to keep my head up in the game

I sometime listen

I look back at her , throwing my head down in shame

Instead of being a spoil brat and keep on bickering,

Mom i need help

Help get me out

I'm stuck in a nightosphere

I'm trying to find my way out

My might or fear

I need help and i can't find a way out  

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Is this a State of Mind or a State or Me?

I feel, I get cut, I bleed but not of blood,
I am but a soul, but a soul who is lost, a soul who feels emotions; emotions none shall ever know. Friends are few and family is far, yet in still my true relationships fall in God and my comfort from God himself and my talents of art and writing.
My words are lost and seem futile and tart, but if I don’t share I’ll stay in despair.
I choose to be me though others even the woman whom I owe my physical existence to fail to understand. I walk, I run; I am silent and gentle, meek and confused.
My attractions are not to the rarer sex as they should be but to no one instead.
I need someone, but I stay in a bind, I hide my feelings and cast my thoughts aside.
But they give me worry and insomnia, worse than Eris and her folly. Jolly never touches me and again,
I weep. I cry, I sigh; I look up to the sky,
I look back down only to wonder why.
I feel alone, I am not, but the thought will never flee.
Perhaps my solitude is why no one gets me.
However yet and still I write, perhaps with this puzzle piece of master piece the reader will know what I dealt with.
Too bad and too good for this too shall pass but by the time help if offered to me, I’ll have no turmoil and be set free indeed.

-2012 before my conversion to Wicca

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"I wish you Knew"

Mon, 10/15/2018 - 12:20 -- Twin20

                                                 I wish you knew the way I felt

                                                    Everytime I looked at you,

                                             I wish you knew my heart would melt

                                                   When I thought of me and you,

 

                                             I wish you knew the pain you caused

                                                When you chose to love someone

                                                                       new,

                                                I was about to tell you but I paused

                                                            When I tried to say,

                                                                 "I LOVE YOU"

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Kairos

 

Kairos

The perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for actions, words, or movements; also, weather.

 

"This man has too many words in his head."

 

The bird man stood on the roof, facing the rising sun.

His delicate fingers were intertwined with each other, as his dull eyes watched.

A tall woman, with long black hair hung in the windowsill.

"If you listen to the sky, you can hear the Cello," said the bird man.

The woman had shut her eyes, as if acknowledging the bird man's words.

There was silence for a brief moment; nothing more than two slow heart beats. 

Green eyes looked up at the bird man, "Why do birds land on rooftops?"

"They need rest for their journeys ahead of them."

"Where do they go?"

He thought for a bit, "It's up for them to decide."

The bird man turned his head to look back at the woman.

She looked to face him.

And to his surprise, she smiled, the stitches from her lips contorting as she did so.

"Mornings make way for calming conversations," he said as warm as the rising sun.

Hold out a cup of coffee, "it's to early for you."

He took the cup and sipped it, "am I not normally this nice?"

"Yesterday, you chucked one of the game pieces at the window."

"Riiiiight," he drank more of the coffee.

She giggled, "such a nice morning, makes me want to do something."

"Kairos."

"What?"

"Kairos, when the sky calls you to do something," the bird man said matter of factly.

The woman just looked at him, "you and your fancy words."

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gone rouge

7 years ago

I love it

and I think this would be an awesome start to a book 

Together We Can

Location

29483
United States
33° 4' 30.954" N, 80° 12' 35.3592" W
See map: Google Maps

Together we can argue,
But we can make up.
Together we can get in tough situations,
But we can solve them.
Together we can embarrass each other,
And then laugh about it.
Together we can act like kids,
But we can act our own age.
Together we can ignore each other,
but we can tell each other anything.
Together we can fight each other,
But we can also fight for each other.
Together we can be enemies,
Or together we can be friends.

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hberry227

12 years ago

This was inspired by my best friend.

Paradise

Wed, 11/12/2014 - 21:25 -- Vy Lam

What if at the end of this road

There’s only darkness and nothingness?

What if one day the truth unfolds

And what we believed in turned into ashes?

 

Will you wait for me at the gate?

Together, we’ll finish the race?

Darling, don’t you hesitate.

As long that I can see your face

There’s nothing that I’m afraid.

 

We were born as slaves

That’s why we hope and dream of being free.

We hide our tears and try to be brave

We dream and live in our fantasy and avoid reality

 

When I look into your eyes

All I can see is paradise.

Even though we don’t know why

Everything have its end and dies,

We cry, accept, and survive. 

 

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Inspiration

It's in how she 

is undoubtedly 

supposed to be here

 

How she speaks with 

such conviction

even the animals understand

 

How her knowledge

is so powerful

it saves lives

 

How her confidence

catches you like a virus

 

Who she is

is what she does

 

healing

changing

growing

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Youngest Country

We are, but

a country 

born from a hatred of taxes and Religious Intolerance

But a place, we ourselves, build

Our country, like red poinsiounous berries,

pull us in

the american dream,

a trampled dead dream,

poisons us

but it is a promise

we must take 

for ourselves

This poem is about: 
My country

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tattysmith

8 years ago

yep

tattysmith

8 years ago

I love this poem, it is about the struggle of the american dream

Escape into the Woods

Fri, 11/25/2016 - 13:55 -- gamer23

He,

A wanderer,

Tries to escape his problems,

Walking.

Searching.

Trudging along.

 

Searching for what?

Answers?

Purpose?

Peace?

 

Why must he hike into the dark woods

Abandoning all that is behind him 

Past the road 

Full of potholes

Away from the city

Full of dreamers 

Just like him?

 

He owns nothing.

It was all given;

He just took.

Took and took and took,

Until his hands were full.

 

But his heart

Still

      —Empty.

His self

Still

      —Lost,

Even on this trail.

 

He admires the autumn gold

As he takes off his gold watch

Casting it to its gravel grave among golden leaves

With a fury of hate and disgust.

 

***

Walking further along,

Leaving his former self behind,

Snow begins to fall.

 

And he finds what he was looking for

All along,

But just walks right past her.

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