authenticity
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They see me
In the corner
Of the streets
They hear me
Dancing to the
Tambourine I hold
They know me
Charming with my
Snake slithers
They brand me
Liberty toils in
Her field, desiring
For a day where
She finally lays
Peacefully as a baby
On a green pasture,
Washed with Youth.
Equality toils in
His field, watching
Leaving a hall of discord and
Still grieving for all my mistakes
Then returning
I'm seething at what I have found
And the counsel of higher life
Still leaves me burning
For decades, society’s idea of beauty has been a high culture of cherry picked aesthetics of how to look, how to think, how to feel, and how to act.
Why is it people idolize famous people like they are gods?
What is this fascination we have as beings we tend to be ignorant in the ways of how people really are?
Why is it people idolize famous people like they are gods?
What is this fascination we have as beings we tend to be ignorant in the ways of how people really are?
The stage
Where smoothly stuttering movements
Are their own brand of finesse,
Is the stage upon which I wish to waltz
For the rest of my
Audaciously authentic,
Dazzling days.
The fear of letting go,
Of being left all alone,
Of finding the end
As empty as the road
It's a hireath made of gold
you must do
what you need to do
to be authentic.
the discovery of your true self includes
connecting the dots
it means digging deep into the archives of childhood,
. . . right
away, you’ll see it’s difficult to find:
(That -- while it’s true, it’s only You able to see inside your, Mind, -- )
Lost thoughts often become begotten
Call me anything but polite,
For you have not seen my times of spite—
You have not seen my abrupt mornings,
Or my dinner-less nights.
Dear papí,
Sometimes
I look at myself,
And feel
Disgusted.
It's been like this for a while,
Somewhere along the lines I stopped and decided
Not to let my whole identity get wrapped inside
What I thought you wanted—expected of me
I could not live being an insincere fake—I tried.
EXPOSED!
The Princess Dress
(a girl’s life behind the fairy tale scenes)
By Krystle Zachary
Please listen! Lean forward now
As we all discover
The typical princess life
“Walk with me.”Intuitively, two kindred Spirits step upon uncharted terrain.Authentic sharing, naturally unveiled; deep friendship its gift.Music within each other’s heart inspired growth and Love to flourish.
In the words of my favorite wrestler ACH,"They say you can be anything;they don't tell you to be yourself"With poetry, I can accomplish both"Ash, get lost in your thoughts!"Writing words is a reliefMy pen taught me how to speakPeople think it is c
In the words of my favorite wrestler ACH,
"They say you can be anything;
they don't tell you to be yourself"
With poetry, I can accomplish both
"Ash, get lost in your thoughts!"
Writing words is a relief
1.
Sitting on your bed.
Thinking.
2.
Listening to your work.
Hearing you, knowing the sincerity of your words.
I Am
A stunning self-confident young lady is what
I Am
A creative, wise and understanding person is what
I Am
-I went through a season of roaming.
appeared as a tornado in the sand
Rotating while in orbit,
a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
I am not meant to be seen without my filter
She is the secret I hide under my bed.
I meet her from time to time
Who am I without a filter?
Before I adjust the contrast, saturation, shadows, and sharpness of my image.
Before I change the filter to Mayfair or Valenica.
Before I get my make up and hair just right.
I'm in a constant state of madness
with my disarrayed hair
I stopped tampering with
and my bubbly, bright voice
that can't seem to stay quiet.
I enjoy the simple things-
Who are we?
Who is me?
What do I see,
When I look at he?
I see a guy
Who lives in a time
Where everyone preaches individuality
Be yourself
Dont judge
Be unique
I haven't had lessons since the age of three
but me?
I'm a dancer
Those rhythms in my soul are always pounding
Pulsating, shaking, crying, hoping, longing
For a dance floor
Looking behind the curtain and finding there's no one there
I'm hiding somewhere safe pulling out my hair
Leaving these hallways for the final time
Not sure if I'm ready to let the real m shine
I see a space where no great thought floats among stray feathers where loud sound chases g
