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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.
The rain falls slowly,
Tap tap tapping my window.
Silver rivulets beautifully warping outside.
A mug of coffee in my hand,
A warm fire to sit by
with a book held in my other.
Lee Maracle is the author.
I will here plant a seed
and feel the compost of forgotten years,
and breathe the warm air of this, the present.
And wait in the world to see
And this is it,
the life I want.
I thought I couldn't have it all.
I thought it was too much of a price to pay.
I thought it was all for nothing...
but here I am.
I made it, and by my side-
This morning,
I noticed something
I have such beautiful eyes
Which is weird
I've never been happy with them
Nor sad either
I haven't felt any sort of feeling with my eyes
Until I looked the mirror
Dear Mr. Anonymous,
What is life like being a mystery?
Is it lonely, and empty,
Or is it full of soul?
Do ever become tired or bored
Lazy rain patters on the rooftop
Drops roll down the glass window
A room - dimly lit and cool
A tea kettle whispers slow
Through the window streams
My eyes are swimming the bags under my eyes are filled with good thoughts.
Sweet nothings float through my ears and my eye lids are made of lead.
I sleep safely knowing I’m with you in my head.
I look out into the congregation of individual souls,
Temporarily blinded by the whites and yellows on the horizon,
A feeling of peace and content;
You're beauty is like starlight, but more like the spaces in betweenBecause you're so much more than just a pretty faceYou're so much more than the precious pearls you hide behind
The Rain. It trickles down my window seal.It rushes to the ground, doing a cannon- ball on the blades of grass.The Coffee. The smell inpermiates my nose,making me inhale deeply,enjoying its strong aroma.
"Money Makes Everybody Happy"
Insecure stack buying you a backseat
Sure alone to the beat dieing to the heat
Let me speak
Crack goes your beak
Crumbling because you weak
Silent as the desert nightThe cacti stood alone,Wading through the sands of children,Plac
This feeling
Is foreign
But welcome
All the same
It's strange
To feel it
Bubbling up
To the surface
Coloring your soul
With its cheerful hue
Splashing my mind
The world is a dark and dreary place
But you are the light in my life
You are the sunbeams caressing my skin
As if saying hello to an old friend
You are the burst of warm air
Looking up I see you there;A star shining in the sky.Like a dimond hovering,There above the place I lie,
my heart dances wildly
one,two,three
a waltz
a cresent on both sides of my face
bare my teeth and take on the world
a smile
warm embrace
temporary blanket
a hug
Chasing the future, consumed in the past,
With thoughts that never last
Forgetting the present I see at last
All I need is some Satisfaction.
Shooting down time, marooning hate,
I missed you again today
I've been doing this thing where I refrain from thinking about you until about the worst possible time in the day to break down
When I'm dipping in the pool for the beginning of practice
I've been searching
for a way out
of this blurred vision.
Among checkups and lenses
I watched through pink frames.
Instead I am ostracized
My flaws have no limit
I am infinite
Infinite as the knowledge bestowed
Upon me
I am the rhythm, jazz, rap and blues
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton
Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
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At a time when all anyone wanted was to fit in,
I could not hide in the crowd.
If you cannot blend in,
you must choose to shrink back
or stand out.
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See I often think with my head in the clouds
But my brains always in a bit of a drought
It is not that I'm lame or full of self doubt
I just always wonder what life is about
The sky turned sepia today.
The streets, trees, and cars,
Everything awash with yellow.
The woman with fire for hair
Walking her proud dog
Was reduced to a silent figure,
The sky turned sepia today.
The streets, trees, and cars,
Everything awash with yellow.
The woman with fire for hair
Walking her proud dog
Was reduced to a silent figure,
The sky turned sepia today.
The streets, trees, and cars,
Everything awash with yellow.
The woman with fire for hair
Walking her proud dog
Was reduced to a silent figure,
Never before have I seen such joy,
Joy in the midst of sorrow,
In the midst of pain,
Of poverty,
During the hard times,
Through the dark & lonely nights,
Ones where I could feel my solemn heartbeat.. Beat slowly,
& it's so silent all I hear; is my breath,
irratic/uneven/unconformistic/,
I wake up every morning in this place
In this place I feel the most content
The most content I feel is in between its warmth and softness
Its warmth and softness allows me to clearly think about my past
Close eyes, see your dreams
Close mind, feel our beams
Hover night, why it is so long
One shake, one shiver
The night, will be cold
Inisght, none will be seen
Tickle Tickle Tickle
As long as I'm happy, it doesn't matter to me.
I could be waist high in sewage or keeper of bees.
If something in my life can bring me glee,
I will be content with what makes money.
I've tried so many times,
and told so many lies.
I've sat and waited;
and watched;
was hated.
Loneliness is such a bitter-sweet word
Who else to you know better than yourself?
The more you're alone, the more you know
About what makes you tick.
Yet, what if there's things best unknown?
Content is a disease that kills
human ambition.
It keeps the questioning man,
question less.
It keeps the curious man,
curious less.
You whisper nonsense in my ear
so soft, so gentle
I listen closely to the cadence of your voice
lulling me to contentment.
You laugh.
My heart soars.
It vibrates through my flesh.
I don’t want to do life today
So I think I’ll just lie here
I’ll be a Neo-Nietzsche
Since life won’t do me either
What good is a body
That only sees despair
It’s not white or phallic
Naturally I wear my hair jet blac with no perm,Naturally I speak my mind if I see it fit,Naturally I am artistic,Naturally in nature I am me.
I cannot stand it any longer
Should I fight and Should I die
Would I feel at peace or cry?
O' wonderful person before me
I can't help but feel as if you tease me
Voices of my friends
I hear it.
Voices of my own
I fear it.
I'm living my life on an unbalanced ladder
hoping that I will be a somebody.
A tongue is sharp and can kill,
Sadness drowning me into the depths of the ocean as the sun glistens above me. The white clouds peacefully floating in the air while the Blue Jays dance with them. Now I grasp pain and misery. If I could learn to fly I would never return here.
There is a stranger looking at her in the mirror.
She stares back, dark, wet hair.
Her face- a mask of nothingness- but her eyes, filled with the deepest, contained sadness.
Face, red and stained black with mascara.
Never get lost in the maze of making others happy,
you may lose your own happiness in the process.
No need to look, search, or wander,
simply glance in the mirror, and look within yourself.
She’s broken.
Broken into so many pieces from everything she has ever been through.
Her heart cries out for a helping hand, but the tears just continue to flow like a waterfall.
She’s terrified.
I see the Eleanor Rigbys and Gilbert Grapes everywhere I go,
The people who forgot long ago to
See beauty in people laughing, sunflowers shooting up
Out of the ground.
There are people who have never heard a canary
To be what I want to be is hard.
To be what they want me to be is harder.
To follow behind others and never be myself,
thats somthing I have done for years.
But I refuse to do that anymore.
There was a man.
Who lived in a home on top a hill
He lived alone
He watched the birds come by his house
He watched kids playing outside his home
He wondered what it was like, to chase after that ball
Clouds of ghost nothings
evaporating across the dark
Sun:
stubborn.
Stars,
free, warm, dancing.
Crying.
Skirts. Women
It glistens,
It flutters,
and silences.
Overcome with power,
climbing the hills.
Riding like tides,
flaunting its furious reds.
It leads the way,
only to paint,
and leave a barren black.
