uplift
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Dear Dayja,
Why do you float on strangers' opinions of your success
When your own thoughts determine how you progress
You've been through the fire
When lust became his desire
Everything I need
Is contained in my actions.
To be different
Unique
Stand out from the crowd.
I cannot live without
The differences I make
In myself
And in others.
They say He is not allowed in my life
They say He is not real
He is not worthy
He is not gracious
He is not kind
I may not be what you envisioned
That perfect porcelian doll.
It wasn't my decision
There is no human “norm”
Black ink writing forget-me-not notes on your skin,
You’ll hear future melodies
Where people dance euphorically exhausted
Dousing pale cheeks with spirit heated
Life has its ups and downs as you know
Things can make me sad and they can make me happy
Yet
I want to be uplifted.
Perfect euphoria is within my reach when:
I stand in the clearing of a snow-cloaked forest
What uplifts me?
Such a simple question
But difficult to answer
What does it mean?
"What inspires me?
Often i find myself staring at the stars, and glazing upon the moonKnowing that theres more upon the world than we could ever knowCan it be the glazing stars that gives me hope to dream
I love you.
I can’t believe that you for some crazy reason love me too.
I just wanted to write this to say thank you
Thank you for what you’ve done in my life
And what you did on that cross.
Life.
Wrap me up in it.
Feed me it by spoon.
Or drown me in it.
Just, leave me to submerge.
I'll be fine.
Just...Let me be.
Let me live.
I'm under lock and key,
Never have two words uttered hurt me more
Than when I heard them say, "bless you"
Words that held me more than I deserved
Whispering in my ear with spurn and commune
If rays of light refract, rend rainbows,
then surely I can make a change
If salmon somehow stagger homeward,
surely I can stay the course
If men have trekked the might of mountains,
surely I can rise above
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release,
I write to not feel.
I write to express feelings that I know are real.
I write when I'm confused,
I write when I'm alone,
I write when there's no one but myself at home.
Why I write
The externalization of my internal fight
My words take flight
What I convey not always a delight
The emotions are real,
Flashing before your eyes
Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed
And at times I even desired death
My feelings were strong and extreme
It was the consequence
Of trials and times
That clearly took a toll on me
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
Why I write
is simply so
when my words sprout wings
and take off into my soul
my mind and spirit
filled with dismay
writing is the ticket
as I take on the soul train
Why I write
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature
they must invest in themselves.
In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Poetry is more than words
put together in rhymes and stanzas.
It’s more than a couplet
Or even iambic pentameter.
To me it iss utter expression.
A way to scream and shout
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
Knees bent as you take your mark. You know that feeling when you forget and wash away and race across that finish line and the ribbon breaks. Then suddenly you come back to life.
Poetry is fluid
Poetry is right
Poetry is life
Poetry is fight
Poetry is fun
Poetry is truth
Poetry is ...
Expressing you
Poetry helped destroy the Berlin Wall.
Poetry encouraged Allied nations to liberate all decent prisoners off the Holocaust’s downfall.
Why do we write?
Why does poetry exist?
"Poetry is useless"
Well this world is fruitless
These words I speak, type, write
my only sense of light
Our only way to fight
A wonderer -- A wanderer -- Imagine it!
To be.
Where you adjust your frame of mind
to fit your every piece.
And every patch you thought was waste?
And shard that pricked and screeched?
Poetry, How I express my feelings, My love, My Pain, My thoughts, It gets me through the tough times, And guides me to the happy ones, It is my stress relief, My shoulder to cry on, My Love, My Addiction, Such a simple word, Is "Poetry", But its p
If I cannot speak, the writing will do it so
As I write my chapters of life, words can let you know
One moment I feel like dropping the pen
But I hold onto it and keep going again.
POETRY...
A VERBAL WINDOW TO THE SOUL WHEN THE EYES ARE CLOSED
POETRY TO ME HAS MORE VALUE THAN ANY RARE STONE OR GOLD
I SPILL THESE WORDS FROM MY MIND AND YOU'LL SEE MY STORY UNFOLD
When You Have a Big House or
When You Have Only Greens In your wallet
You Don’t See the Real’s and Fakes
Of Both Life and Wealth
AMBITION OVERWHELMS ME
THE MOTIVATION TO DO BETTER EMPOWERS ME
MUSIC IS THE PASSION DEEP DOWN WITHIN MYSELF
THAT HAS NO PROBLEM EMERGING TO BLESS OTHERS
MUSIC THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE THAT INSPIRES ALL
Your eyes full of tears, a mind full of fears
A mistrusted love leads you to doubt everything you hear
Feeling played, betrayed, wanting to end your days
Thinking why didnt I see this coming a mile away
