FindingMyself
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The amount of days it took to reclaim myself.
To fall in love,
Discover my future,
And be true to myself.
This journey is larger than any mountain,
Wider than any sea,
What is my purpose in this world?
To take up space,
to be a filler in an empty place.
The idea of existence has always been confusing,
Am I here to succeed?
Or will I end up losing?
Me is nerd,
Myself is ornithophilous
I am determined.
Read, bird-watch, give my A game,
All these are in my name.
Studying is not only me
Playing with my birds is not only myself.
Everyday I keep wandering,
and wandering
and wandering,
but, still, wandering if I can one day come out,
And finally reveal who I really am.
Instead of the constent hiding,
I want to be hear,
Weak, Worthless, Insignificant, Useless, Unwanted, Dejected.
That is what I felt inside, looking at me from the outside.
Some say I’m weak because I don’t do what everybody does,
"I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then ask myself the same question."
Who is this youth?
A lie hides the truth
small truths hide big lies
Who is this youth?
I'd fallen down. Snapped a Bone.
You'd think it'd be the end.
I disagree, it's where it all began.
I'd been running - rushing to ring the bell.
Open up! My future is calling!
I still remember that night,
I let loose my greatest fears.
I still recall the fright,
And my pilow drenched in tears.
Like a lump on a log it grew,
When A human is born it's a one in a trillion billion to one chance that they'll be themselves
When they first learn of talents it's a one in a trillion billion as to the combinations of such
Hell is walking the road of life searching for someone to talk to
To feel stranded while surrounded by people too focused on their own trivialities to notice
Je suis une rêveuse.
An idealist,a visionary,a wishful thinker.
A fantasist,a romantic,a stargazer.
My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.What will I become? What will we become?Never expected to come so far... now what?Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
My skin crawls with expectancy. What will I decide? Insecure. Delirious. Amazed.What will I become? What will we become?Never expected to come so far... now what?Stupid, rediculous epiphany.
I’ve heard thatYou can’t make houses out of human beings,So I will build a home.
Never Gave Up
10 years, 4 kids, never married.
He would always do something and she would always figure out. Fighting to hold up the relationship to better the life of their four kids.
I used to be all giggles and laughs and gay
Until death and sickness took my family away
Then razors and demented things became my friends
I thought that's how my story would end
I was living in a haze
I think I found my talent.
Yet, not sure if I really found it,
Oh well,
Time to take some chances.
I will dance like no one's watching,
Sing as if I don't care,
I don't know what's Wrong With Me.I only try to be me.The me that I want to be.Not my mother's me.Not the Father's me.MY me.
I write to be free,
To see another fate beyond the trees,
Scratching on the door of closer,
When I can be me and let imagination take over.
Typing on a steady rhythm of a key,
As steady and mellow of the sea,
Tired of sitting in the dark, a silent chord, a forgotten voice lost in the abyss of my world.
I want to create and never fade away.
I want to see a light in my chest, purpose in my step and a grin on my face.
I am aging gracefully
as is my faith
like the gray replacing
the brown in my beard
pesky questions
have been quietly
replaced not with
answers
The lights are on and everyone's staring expecting a performance. I open my mouth and I forget all the lyrics. I think I'm going to mess up and they're all going to laugh, but then I sing and my doubts are in the past. Is this real?
He never saw the point
All he ever wanted was to kick, push,
And coast at a skating joint
Never did he saw the purpose of the tune
Thought the black and white is simply doom
It’s a beautiful world,
But sometimes my love uncurls,
Like a newborn leaf.
I grind my teeth and stand outside the tombstone,
Using up all my will
Not to call you on the phone.
I'm scared.
Mainly of the future and what it holds
I have no idea where I'm going or who I want to be
Reality seems like such a dark, unwavering place.
Everyday I’m stressing
Trying to repress the excess
Expression on their faces that makes me feel less of a person but more of a mess
And coming from them hits hard to the chest
I just want to go away and never return.
Stay free from all concern,
But deep inside I'm afraid I will crash and burn.
Possibly take a wrong turn,
And be forced to make that apprehensive return.
"History repeats itself" a phrase in time that remains unctouched, just as the world of today!
Live in life as we do, our past..forgotten we choose. Which apon us brings a uncertain future acompanied with no change.
Hey Life,
Can I get a tall glass of success followed by two shots of accomplishments?
Can I move forward? Can I reach my destiny?
But first I must set free from the confinements of a broken family…
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
