Slam Behind the Curtain.
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At the top of the mountainThis is where we meetThe sky is our fountainFrom this land to the sea
Take my grain of sandThen mix us up with rainIf we stick togetherLife won't be the same
Such a simple word..Me
How to describe that little word
A little bird, that loves to sing
A sweet girl, who dances in the rain
Someone caring and wonderful
Shy, living life with some fears
It helps so much,
but how can it make me feel so horrible
this is all I can think about as my mind is
is is is wait what was the professor talking about.
The semester passes and studying becomes harder
Hey People,
i am a student
who came to US in 2013
I have come to become idependent
let me tell you what I have so far seen.
I like Colorado and its people around
Straight out of the autumn rain blood covered leaves spring the chalk outline of our brown sons
In your arms,
I'm in my safe haven.
With you holding me tight,
I have no other craving.
All I need,
is that one look,
that says you're always there,
just like in a fairy-tale book.
When things seem difficult miserable
Life is turning away from you
Intimidated and worn out you remain
In darkness at a corner you examine
Watching the sky as it disappears
Reminding the lost beloved ones
A marionette with high heels on her feet,
This kind of beauty I never thought I would meet.
Such a stunning expression,
In the presence of most, there is no sign of tension.
She is perfect in so many ways,
At home and around my friends I'm crazy.
But at school I am just plain hazy.
I don't act myself in school because of fear of rejection.
So, I put up a curtain to stop objection.
I am as free as the clouds above,
Going were ever I want.
When ever I am in a bad mood I
Feel gray and droopy
And when Im in a happy mood
I feel white and bright like the
Who am I?
A shadow within the light.
A mistake who is never right.
What do I want?
To fear no more.
To receive what I aim for.
What do I need?
I am me
I am only me, that is all that I can be
No more, no less, don’t second guess
I love, I laugh, I live and cry,
I’ve wished at times, that I could die
Some days I’m funny, others I’m not,
Behind a thick and icy wall
There shines a blinding light.
The wall was built to shut it out.
For some, it is too bright.
The light longs to embrace itself-
Its brightness to display;
I have a simple life,
But it is not ordinary.
My life is a legacy,
One of the most legendary.
I look and think very highly of myself.
Conceited and royalty,
Goes along with it.
To awake and lay stagnant,
eyes open and dry,
involuntarily breathing.
Silence screaming in my ears,
begging to be heard.
There is no light shinning through the window above my bed.
From the time I was young, to when I was about 15, I never thought anyone would ever utter the words pretty to me. You see, I got acne and I felt as if it would always curse the real me.
From the time I was young, to when I was about 15, I never thought anyone would ever utter the words pretty to me. You see, I got acne and I felt as if it would always curse the real me.
Music is my life
Yet it’s so far out of my reach.
That dream to stand on stage,
To give the best I can,
To bring people motivation,
And to encourage others.
It’s just merely a child’s dream,
It may seem like I walk the wrong way.
But in my opinion, I’m heading north.
North to happiness in the summer
Away from the gloom of the winter.
Warmth has nothing to do with heat,
broken and abandoned, this man is has he not suffered the ultimate price of seeing his three best friends die?
after that day he has never been the same, this man went behind the vail but to their amazment never came back,
The Curtain Has Closed
The Poser Has Posed.
My Freedom Bruised
I have become overused.
The struggle at school
Has become O so gruel.
No more sleep
The work's become too deep.
I laugh, I sing, I dance, and play
I live and choose my own!
because who tells me what to do today?
because I know, that once, I had flown.
Yet, I can feel it under my skin
The sadness makes my cheek wet.
The fury makes my head hurt.
The happiness fades.
The terror makes me scream.
The hate make me bleed.
The love makes my heart hurt.
The excitement is fake.
Every morning is the same task
Time to wake up and put on your mask
The mask worn to represent assimilation
Even though its not you, the world tells you "Here, just take it and wear it"
Oppression leading to depression which might make me need a few sessions Homophobia's Utopias tryna teach me bible lessons People furthest from perfection got me stressing about heaven But the presence of this god is really the question that got
Sitting behind him wishing he would turn around and stare into her eyes as though she was worthy of his love.Like the girl he saw and not a shadow in the darkness.Enjoying his time of cconversation it's like everything fades as though he has thou
Untouchable.
There was nothing.
Nothing that could, touch, see, or hear him.
Shadows and darkness.
Why Are Not I me?
The care I don’t hav
The not care I can’t Afford.
The leaning eyes looking in my direction..But only on tThe care I don’t have
Makeup.
Hair.
Nails.
Attire.
It' a coverup.
Naked and soulful.
It's you.
We hide behind our so called persona,
Persona built, truth hides, lies and decieves
Behind the curtain I stand small...lost
"Go" they say pushing me forward, but not I
How can I revile myself and not be mocked?
I love not what you love
But, I do dream like you never did
I think big, I think small, yet... I think about it all
I know why it's yes, I know why it's no
I don't know how to choose, I just don't know
I yell quietly and I whisper loud,
We all cower and worry of one another’s views.
The fear of not being accepted and chosen too.
Someone’s love is all we want to feel,
She is pushed around and harassed for what she lacks,
Her heart by now should be so shut out,
It's such a miracle it can still furiously beat that loud.
As they claw her skin and chew her out,
As I envision a crown placed upon my head
Like a Queen
An African Queen
But there is no room
For my own crown has been there from the start
I move with the crown and scepter of victory
Who am I ?
Who am I in this world, this girl that seems confused.
Who am I in this world, there is only me and you.
When there was a little girl
She was brash and bold
Unafraid of her emotions
Happily decreeing the things that made her sing
But that little girl became littler
When she was told
No one knows the real me
The one I hide inside.
They take a look around
and decide I'm not worth the time.
So I hide behind my insecurities
waiting for someone not so blind.
I wake up each morning,
look in the mirror to the stranger that awaits,
I see the real me fight for a chance to surface,
Weary hands,
move once more.
Pressing white and black,
once more.
Expressing,
Exposing,
Expanding
Into a vision from his heart
I used to hide, I used to cry, oh I was in the winter of my life. I didn't know who I was, or where I was. There was an empty feeling in my soul that drowned me like a black hole.
This is me.
This is who i choose to be
Because i am free.
Free to walk
Free to talk
But what does freedom cost?
Because Something is always lost.
Because i can be me
I am free
I take two steps to look at myself, my own reflection dark blue and gray, I never know when I'm my true self, the only thing I got clear is I'm never him when my friends are there, I tried to hide so many truths, a lie is worth it as long as I do
A smiling faceAll laughter and joyEverything pushedbehind a closet doorBecause no one should seewhat lies inside my brainThe sun is goneits cold and rainyAnd then they would hear
The expectations bearing down on me,
People taking such wagers too seriously,
They continue to beat my mind with a stick,
But they don't what it's like to be Autistic,
Living in a sea of familiar foreigners,
