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she said you are prisoner of your feet a rootless tree on fleet!
I got high off the scent of the Juliet roses. The beautifully wicked smell of the Juliet roses.
Film class A documentary, my teacher says The bear man appears on the screen He lives with them The Bears “Dangerous creatures” he says into the camera He loves them
when i couldn't turn to anyone words put on paper let me feel comfort in the simple words she, he, they a lover of poetry and people
I'm no poet.  Nor am I an author.  Thoughts to words?  Whether I am ecstatic or distressed. All my feelings, I can never express.  Father, where are you? 
Through the words flowing from this pen, almost seamlessly it feels, I have discovered what lies in the deepest corners of my mind, things I never imagined I could touch.   People have always told me,
I thought I was ready Sat back with my window down The radio loud, going seventy an hour Heart a hurricane Mind a comet But the most beautiful things end you see
But there is a time when all stands still. The ticking tocking hands begin to freeze Her heart, steadily begins to beat Motion meets defeat, as her reasoning comfortably takes the back seat
I think break-ups are so hard because You’re not only severing yourself from the person But from the symphony, and the sandwich shop You used to go to before each show
A battle of balance resides withinThe confines of my heartA push and a pullAn ebb and flowAll beginning with a startAn electric shock A beating pulseTo discover what makes me tick
I lay beneath the surface of artificial shell Living day to day life going through the motions  Waiting for you  to see  me Waiting for you  to hear me Waiting for you  to find  me
2016: The Year of Change.  Dying, rising, overtaking.  Wondering, wandering, struggling, pushing.  Questioning, seeking, answering.  Seeing.  Believing.  Processing.  Achieving. 
One day I woke up and it seemed as though everything had changed. It was if the lightning and thunder had calmed. And I was suddenly free to be me.
Would you pour me a cup In a classic mug The morning cup Sweeter than a hug
I once knew  a girl Who had wonder in her eyes And a big heart that made up  For her diminutive size.   We did everything together, Laugh, smile, and cry. We did everything together, 
Are you feeling better now? If so, tell me how Tell me how you find it in you, in your mind To put aside everything you think And to see what you can find.   See if you can find the good in your heart
Put Yourself in their position
Do you remember that smile? When my words jumped a mile a minute and I didn’t have to think before I said a thing Do you remember madre? How every day I would sing the same song? Don’t you remember?
I am what I am, but you can't see me from just a glance in my direction.
Control. Let it go hold it in Breathe Control. Hit a wall Scream so loud Breathe   Control. Uncontrolable emotions Cry like mad  
The light shines through the leaves burning iris after iris
You and I are staring out of this window pane.. & I don't know who you are.. I don't know when you came.. or how long you will stay.. so I glance at you from time to time..
Sometimes I feel as though there are more than one me. I’m not as crazy as I sound, trust me. Yes, I know that’s funny. Sometimes it seems as though there are two people living inside of me, both trying to break free and be the dominant one.
My violin, my dearest friend, my sweet lover.
I am young and full of talent,
   Find me, look for me, where are you? Can you find me? Can you see me?  
  I hope you know  I can't sleep in my bed anymore You took my room away from me Along with my virginity All I see is the outline of your face  On my pillows But I guess,
Who am I ? Sometimes I'll just stare in the mirror in front And I'll cry cause that girl I see  Isn't happy, with herself Growing up, without a care The world seemed so full of love
From where I’m from Summer fights with Winter And Spring cries over Fall
I have green eyes And brown hair And a half hearted smile that I wear every day I could be her That beautiful girl in the magazine The slender model on the tv The woman I aspire to be
Why do I choose to speak my mind through the written word?   Well, You could just as easily ask Why do you breathe?   I write because my pain, My humor, My anger, And my rapture
There was something in the mirror, When I looked into it today, Something else in the mirror, What it was, I shouldn't say. I only caught a glimpse of it As I was passing by,
            From time to time I've scribbled rhymes, and written on a wide-ruled page. Praying for inspiration to crash and fall like tidal waves.
In the winter, I felt something strange I made angels in my admiration Expecting it to melt away And in the Spring, The flowers began to bloom My imagination like a bee, Budding feelings made me see,
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