Belonging
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I finally had a moment 2 catch up on take'n the time 2 really read, fully Your Words of encouragement.
And đ€.
And strength.
And belong'n.
I would always peek @ Your message 2 tickle Me thru hard moments.
Been looking for affection
at a rich manâs resurrection
found plenty of gold
but little introspection
His friends cry crocodile
and the familyâs lamenting
It's so insane to think that we can hear one word and allow it to change our whole mood,
And in many cases when you start to finally take care of yourself, people decide to tell you that you are being rude.
I used to think that I was alone
I used to think that the ground would crumble beneath me
God, I would hear
I didn't think that he cared
I didn't know he was hear
God, I would here
I always tried to have that feeling
That feeling of belonging
When I doÂ
I feel rejectedÂ
By them all
By the city, the neighborhood
      ExistenceÂ
You asked me what inspires me?
I was forced to look within
Since I couldn't come up with an answer right away
 I thought about changing the topic
They faced the world standing proudly, forming a triangle with their backs to each other, their diverse facial colors, corporal features and costumes distinguished in the rising sun.
There are times in this life when we feel lost,
And times in life when we are feeling down.
But we should listen for the melodies
That carry us into a place of joy.
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I am an American citizenÂ
Born and raised a southwestern VirginianÂ
A member of the USA's dominionÂ
Yet people are still of the opinion
Why canât I simply
Walk in?
The doors, they gleam
Their thick glass, it seems
Impenetrable.
Inside I know their eyes
Will corner me into the wall
Why is it that they all
âCount your blessings.â
The words of the preacher man,
Pierced my heart.
Let gratitude be your attitude.
And your servitude to God and man,
Will ascertain you altitude.
But I was lost in the fields.
As humans, we desire to feel like we belong,
To be with people who make us feel strong,
As humans, we desire to feel acknowledged,
To have others accept us and our vibrant knowledge.Â
We belong if we wear our masks,
We belong if we act like we arent stuck in the body we are in,Â
We belong but only if we hide our flasks,
We belong if we tell everybody where we have been,
How does one learn to believe in love?
what is it?
Are we born with a love just waiting to find us?
(it's pink plump hands itchy with giddiness and excitement- reaching out towards you)
My YouthÂ
The World, the world, the world, Tiny, Big the world,
Itâs round or square, itâs in the Air! Itâs here or there, itâs everywhere,
Itâs Blue, Green and full of We. Itâs We the People, the Strong and Free.Â
Dear Dumb Diary
When I need someone to talk to no one listens,
So I write in you.
The best parts of my day
And the things I canât say
You're always there.
Just like little Junie B.
HiÂ
I'm 18 years oldÂ
Or should I say 18 years youngÂ
But old enough for to know my rights and wrongs.Â
It doesnt mean I always do what's right.Â
The field was where
I called them my children
We hurdled through the pain
We could almost be flying
We simply throw a shot into the open
Wonderous strength is of all is one of such marvel
Who am I?Â
My name is Ariel, but who am I?Â
I'm a mermaid and a princess lf the sea, but I'm not free.
I may swim aimlessly with my friends, but I feel so lost.
Perfectionism
We never fully satisfy it
Thoughts of self compassion make it cringe
Often it deceives
Faultfinding limits our potential
Cuts off love and belonging in life
So scratch that-be free
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Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.Â
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It's been a whilesince demons have last made a home in mine,since I've last drowned in a sea of wordsseeing so many race across my eyes,but being unable to grab the right ones.Every time it happens, I'm afraidI always sink.  It's been a while sinc
My eyes snap open
Why am IÂ strapped to a chair?
My mind is groggy.
Where am I?
Most importantly,
Who am I?
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I donât know much
But I know that I am comfortable,
I am at peace,
I don't belong in my family,
that is how I see it.Â
I don't belong in my family,
I know that they don't see it.Â
The thing came in,Â
adopted at two.Â
I know he is family,Â
he is my family too.Â
See now it is over
you are with him
I must give upÂ
and have hope for something else
move onÂ
move onÂ
move on
you have potentialÂ
move on
your mind must belong to yourselfÂ
I lived alone.
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Not a soul nearby,
I could cry and scream
and nobody would hear a thing.
I thought that was life.
That was all.
But you made me realize how small
The thing I need the most in life,
Is the thing that others fight and die for.
The loss of fear, from the lonely night;
The thing that others fear the loss of.
The unspoken feeling; my silent right,
I am but a flower,
Found in the light of the sun,
Swaying beneath your feet,
Growing in the ground on which you run.
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I am but a moment,
Appearing in a season;
However this so,
That aged gentleman
Walking aimlessly
Down the street,
Jagged, broken, empty,
He fits.
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That weary mother
Holding her crying baby
At the bus stop,
Pure, beautiful, blessed,
I am homeless though I have a home.
I have never spent a night at my permanent address.
It is my momâs house, but not my home.
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I am homeless though I have a home.
I have a room on campus;
Mountains are majestic things
For all of us to see
But if I had to take the choice
I think I would decide
To not be this monument
For the art of earth and sky
Mountains are majestic things
I am tired and lost in my empty world
Looking for answers to my questions
Where do I belong?
Where do I go next?
What am I missing?
Am I in the wrong life?
Is it my hair, too short and too straight?
I am me and no one else;
A cluster of stars,
Made of gentle fish kisses,
Covering my flesh,
With tender softness.
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My eyes reflect the moon,
its a cover
its a page
its a hand with a pen
its a rainbow
Its a sky
its the waves And the sand
its hopefull it inspires
its what i love
Its happiness.. its mine
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What makes me smile?
Well that's a funny question,
For the things worthwhile,
To me at least,
Are simply a facial expression.
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A sparkle in the eye,
I must go back to hills again, to cold and snow and sky
And all ask is a pair of skis and poles to balance by
And cold that stings and wind that blows and white that hurts the eye
When all is gone I will always have my factory. Her gears twist and turn and shout out with the clank of imagination as plates drop from one machine to the next, proving that it was worth the stretch to the next step.
Great in battle, the strongest warrior- I am that I am.
Loving and merciful, grateful and beautiful- I am that I am.
The one who is, was and is to come, Elshaddai, Emmanuel- I am that I am.
The coming of freedomThe trails ablaze from our stepsLighting the spark to our final showdownRefuse again, the cries of defeatCome, let us get up again on our feet
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
Happiness can be considered as different things
People find the joy in money
Others find it in drinking
But my happines is laughter
I never knew that a smile from someone can make your day
Oh to live at Winterâs world
Where snowflakes tingle your skin
With a cooling delight unknown
To Summerâs blistering touch
To taste her ice-spun delights
Safe from the sunâs harmful light
Hello, you there!Â
With the two eyes and feet,
With a mouth so red,
Looking so clueless and in defeat.Â
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What are you, there?
With the mystic sorrow gaze,
Appearing so solemn,
When the skyline comes into view,
I feel it.Â
When I crane my neck and squint
my eyes to see the very top of the Sears turned Willis Tower,
I feel it.Â
That sense
of longing and
that sense
I have always been the one left out.
I would speak, but i was never heard.
I would stand up, but get slammed down.
With all the unheard words and the put downs.
Tired.
Yearning for more.
But I have You,
with your warm arms wrapped
so safely around me.
I'm falling, but then
warmth.
You catch me, and
I'm ok.
Warmth, love and belonging
Difference is separated in a community
Where it's hard to find another
To break away from negativity
Just to be together.
Sometimes belonging never really feels equally connected
If smiles could be the measure of oneâs wealth,she would be the wealthiest.
Her smile is enchanting, beautiful and perfect,but a poor reflection of herself.
Itâs kinda funny sometimes
When Iâm chatting online with my friends
Ranting about the immigrant child life
Trying to make my case to those who donât understand
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Funny because all my messages
Come out
I am from out-of-the-notebook poetry, happy and sad.
From broken Luna ukuleles and loud music.
I am from the constant but happy silences, echoing into the night.
It hurts me, more than it hurts you
Seeing the pain in your eyes makes me want to die
I will never understand it, but Iâll do my best and try
But I guess if nothing was said, I really didnât know you at all
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The gates open for a vagabond with a smile,
a clown with no home
who has lived all alone,
who never stays for a while.
His hopes and dreams as it seams
is to bring joy to the masses
This house is full of the sort of warmth
that comes from good conversations
and good books.
A welcoming place that wonât change you,
but will help you change
if you want it.
The darkest of nights within it emerges death himself. The night seems to become one with him as he walks towards me. He is like the moonlight so white it glows.
With the moon hung high,
And the droplets fall from the sky,
And floating around was a lonely soul,
Who woke from a muddy hole,
With a thought, "Where am I?"
In the Forgotten Forest
