self expression
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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
The poetry I so intensely write
Is not only in black and white,
There are some shades of gray,
booby traps and a crooked way.
It’s a door to my heart,
A window to my mind,
You push me to follow what you believe in
When you ask me for my own views I am scorned if I answer truthfully.
Because when you asked me about my views it was not for your curiosity,
First of the five is where Freedom hides,
It’s wild winds the source of the spark in our lives,
With unruly nature does this one exist,
Self-expression is something that has always been difficult for me.
I never know the right words to say so others can truly see
the troubles that I face and the emotions that I feel.
I am a dandelion
Wild and free
Not to be noticed upon first glance;
It seems I lack the chance
To belong in a boquet
They look on in disgust
With selfish and hating eyes
The confined girl finally liberating through the fields
her bright smile shining in the distant, the words her mouth shields
her soul was chipping away as she lost herself in the panorama
i can do itis what i used to believegoing on andpushing forward was a possibilitybut then i lookedin the mirrori see myselfbut i’m notwhere i wanna bestuck in contrast
You'll sit on a friend's chair,
hands fumbling in your lap
as bright red tresses float down
Like leaves in autumn.
When you look in the mirror you might
skim a hand over your head,
I wonder how long we hold feud
To what is red and what is blue
Yet our eight legged branch can't walk
On a single file ant line to the booth
For the new insect order say to be behind the head
any attempt to useone word to describe mewould be as hopeless asfinding a waterfall in a desertalthough if i was to truly tryi think i'd start withdynamicwith a tendency to connect
What am I
I am free
I am strong
and I am me
I have let my burdens slip away
through my written words
They flew away on swift wings
taken by the flock of birds
Dark eyes, dark hair;
The spitting image of Dad.
Grandpa jokingly says,
"Maybe you'll grow out of it."
Just maybe.
But I'll always be a daddy's girl.
Pick a spot
Pick an experiment
I learned long ago how to be strong; to hide my fragile heart.No one knew all the while, I was broken from the start.
I say I’m a writer, but how would they know
When each line and verse I’ll never show?
Each word loops endlessly through my head
a catchy tune, not sung but said
Still, the words can’t leave my mouth
Unfamiliarity
breeding insecurity,
look through the window
of Society
and tell me what you see.
Lowered moral values,
high expectations of success,
a web of double-standards,
I’ve realized something about myself,
I’ve realized fear……
I swim because I’m afraid to drown,
Climb the tallest mountains because I’m afraid of the height,
Skydive because I’m afraid of the fall,
If I could change the world,I'd make creativity powerful.I'd make it so I would look outside with a smile,Not an unwillingness to face the coming day.
A masterpiece was promised,
A carving out of words,
To stand, eloquent, elegant
Child of talent, effort, ripped-up sheets,
The first of many,
Essay-sculpture,
And I, Author-carver.
Free
Free country, they say.
But really?
To conform
To think the same
To act the same
Based on a "correct system"...
But really?
Where's the freedom
To be an individual?
The classroom is my dungeon
Cold, stark, and bleak.
The desk is my cage
Restraining my mind’s reach.
I’m drawn away from creativity
Herded by the group
Who are too slow to move on
I have fought to become the handsome man I am today,
This uniform policy just teaches "what I am is not okay".
Being able to wear fashion is more than just looking cool,
Colors, like features, they follow the changes of emotions, they
can even have a universal meaning.
So color me blue; nowadays I feel sad that I can't express myself to others like
The words that I will say
They all must sound cliché
But they do not lose truth
or ever become passé
My words they do convey
A message that's been delayed
For spoken word still leaves a whole
What are the clothes we wear in our minds?
Silk and fine fabrics?
No, there’s no money for such fabulous finds.
Do we wear clothes made out of love?
Knitted and warm that will never unbind?
Sadly, no.
let me try
let me try on a new life
i am alone here
surrounded by the dark.
let me have
a new face
new body
new skin
new heart.
let me try
to escape
I am a longing for summer,
A sea breeze in a mountain town.
Hoofbeats on pavement,
A misfit wherever I go,
Yet somehow,
I belong.
I am nowhere.
Stay nowhere.
They say birds of a feather
flock together.
But maybe that’s why I feel under the weather.
With my body tethered to this world I sought a way to be liberated.
A creative child
Driven wild
By one’s own imagination
Thoughts abound
Running around
Dreaming of creation
No one knows
A story untold
Of one’s pent up emotions
Put your pen down
on the paper
Let the thoughts flow
like a river
Let the words go
on forever
Make your feelings known
to the world.
Let the rain come
down upon you
Ink, thick in the air
wafts a seductive tale
of permanence.
The room is abuzz
with anticipation
and cat-scratch pain.
The prick, the squeal
of newly minted adults
Come to my sacred island where nothing matters
where mom and dad do not hold sway
and me and you can be bad if we need to
we can be naked and destroy the walls
and I can hunt sea creatures to roast on a fire
My soul doth roar!
But where do I turn?
I speak but words do flee me.
I sing but my voice runs quiet.
My soul doth roar!
I dance but my feet lose their way.
I strum music but the notes abandon me.
I belong to a world of black and white,
where even the darkest things come to light,
I belong to a world of piles of books,
where a character’s heart means more than looks,
I belong to a world where words blend,
