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At seven years old, taller than the rest.
Quiet, shy, obedient,
I look into the mirror and see,
The eczema dripping on my skin,
dear self: accept who you are for you. be confiendent and strive to love yourself even at your weakest moments, love your flaws and imperfections more.
They say patience is a virtue.
They say loneliness is a loss.
They say love is forever.
Don't forget to floss.
Touched By an Angel
I, looked for happiness in the wrong places
Walked away from the playful laughter
and hid in a cocoon from myself
Is that what I perceive or is it just a matter of imagination ?Is that what my soul and the pound in my chest representsz?I am just a representation of myself in different colors created by my thoughts.
I'm silent but there's noises all around me
Slients is my super power
Slients is the mask i put on to hide my true self
Slients is the presence i carry, the burden on my shoulder
Slients is the heavyness in my heart
You’re not one to smile with praise,
So I settle for your melancholy gaze.
It’s through your ocean eyes I wade,
but as the years go on they seem to fade.
Having you in my eyes makes me feel like smiling.
I would turn my head left and right just to see your face.
And when I cannot see you,
I am put in an undesirable place.
March
The time of breeze
Breeze that carries the love with its winds
Breeze that reassures
March
It was yesterday that sparked a light
The light of march that brings hope
The yells echoing from the very thin walls of our house. The scream of a frightened child as she watched her father kick what seems like the only thing she had left from her mom. The mom who she hasn’t seen in months.
How can the absence of this band represent my life?
Now it is so easy to throw
Loud is each blow
Somehow they are so low
Now I tremble and kneel slow
Somehow within it feels like a ridgid knife
today I sit & daze out my window having no regrets sowed seeds of honesty
in humble brevity the words start to get heavy yeah it ain’t easy feeling needy
She walks, happy.
She talks, happy.
She breathes.
She lives.
She survives.
She burns,
Aches even,
But nothing can change the way she feels somedays,
not even iron man, but she does.
Why am I so numb?
Should I cry...or rejoice?
I can decide or choose?
I love whom I love, but...
I can't find a place for me anywhere except by his side.
Time.
Has stopped for me.
Dear Beloved,
The snow falls quietly, leaving a blank canvas
Crumbling beneath the touch of our soles
Was it you? She who warmed the Earth
With her soft smile, melting the coldest of hearts
My Lover,
It all started
with a promise
A promise, a wish
a dream, a thought
this all started
with a promise
I want to grown in a family home
With a full living space
In a kid friendly neighbor
Where the saying love the’ neighbor
Is possible
I want to be surround by nature
And watch seasons change
feeling alone in my thoughts today
made me think of Kinkade in how is art work reflected his inner vision
alone again I sit in my thoughts to the degree of questioning
filter through the reasoning amidst the seasons
We're all people.
All equal.
We began the prequel and will end it with a sequel.
See you've built this castle of loneliness to barricade the happiness you seek to have.
Dear Future,
As I look onto you, fear installs
It often fills my eyelids
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll fall
You’re the only one that can lift it
The empty shell I call a body
Dear you,
I am an awfully clumsy person and
Once I start to fall I keep falling without the will to stop.
I keep falling until
I am a wounded a warrior.
Afraid to fall in love again.
There's a gaping hole where a heart should be.
It was ripped out during battle in October.
I suffer from injuries fear of embarrasment and attachment.
I find myself sipping bitter coffee
In the same shop I sat in
In a different season
In a different state of mind.
Because, as the chairs in here rearranged themselves,
As sippers came and went,
