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It’s so easy to get lost To get comfortable in the act In the game of pretend Of being something you’re not Perhaps because it’s safer Or because you are afraid of the monster behind the mask
Someday somebody’s gonna treat you right They’ll take your hand and hold it tight They’ll keep you safe all through the night And remind you how you loved to write I am waiting waiting for the day to come
I used to be frantic for love Grasping for connections like trying to catch a greased pig An ironic analogy all things considered I always felt like my time was running out
Finding your voice is not easy to do. It all starts with a problem you need to get through. After trying to deal with it all by yourself, You think, "maybe I should look outside myself."
When I have lied to myself and others for so long, It is hard to see who is wrong, We could lie to ourselves like we always do, But since I have had so much more pain to go through,
Two strangers are in line on a perfect day with a clear blue sky, One of them watches something beautiful looking towards the ground as it goes on by, Then he feels her turn around as she begins to realize,
I shattered silently, And nobody noticed. Not that I want anyone to notice, So why am I writing it out? Perhaps it is to escape, And have the pieces elsewhere. Perhapse it is so I can see each piece,
The only way to express myself has been through poems filled with Broken lines of half rhymes and empty metaphors."No one understands," I thought typically. I was a broken
His eyes They light up like stars When he's not being a loner His smile It lights up a whole room When he uses it His laugh Sweet, it sounds with joy
And so the hairy fat ape raped the puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing. I'll feel as if I am discrediting... ..as I compare myself to other girls, I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
You ain't gotta be perfectI just need you to be worth itI want you to love me for me
We all search for that thing That one thing
In an operation, surgeons pull away the skin. Their patient is a stranger. Every organ, muscle, and bone is known to them. Doctors dig inside their patients physical walls,
Hands Of him to invade me to intrude to be ill mannered and uncouth to me Hands Dating the clock so faithful so diligent so painless so fast so slow Hands
I can admit that I'm not the same person as I was when I was young I feel my experiences have raised me Shaped me, into the person I have become Through all the talent shows
Eyes. There were six of them, green, blue, brown, and lavender. Now, why were they hovering? The lights were too bright to cast shadows, so why was there a lack of bodies to these eyes?
I found at that place at the fork in the road where change begins. I found where life waits on the point of a knife where everything hangs in the balance. I’ve seen how everything can come crashing down
Cut out your fear and aggravation
Find me, look for me, where are you? Can you find me? Can you see me?
Explore my mind, Explore my mind What am I to be? Who am I t find? What will life bring to me? Why do I feel blind? Blinded by my destiny, my true destiny I wonder A Poet, an actress, a dancer
Pantoum: Orphan Wishes 1 She wished she knew who her parents were. 2 She knew only of those in the orphanage. 3 But their souls could not fill up her gap.
Beaten is the pathBeneath the wandering feetOf those all lost in wayWho find themselves at peace
Here you’ll find an infinite script of unpragmatic thought, impulsive feeling…and unfortunately quite a bit of a discrepancy between spiritual liveliness and spiritual listlessness.
Hey Listen, What is your life? What is your love all about? Where are you? Silly Simple questions. Aren't they not. can i answer them now or tomorrow. Will you have one for yourself one day.
I find that I lose myself, When we have to part. Life lived aimlessly, With only half a heart. I find that I lose myself, When we fight. Tears tumble down my eyes,
Modest thoughts of the earth, Lies from man, Tainted birth, Headstrong lion, Swayless will, Powerful creature, Powerful teacher, Find will, Find Love, Nest High,
Nothing is as it really seems, Things can get you, real or fake, You really are only safe in your dreams. No, they will never give you a break. Things will tear you apart in life
Close your eyes, open your mouth, let your stomach shout an OMMMM stretch, relax, take care of your skin, eat properly, be gentle, give, never take, be honest. Work hard, sleep much, run
Deprived of the purification my body and soul aches my spirit dies a little my heart cries a bit and i remain physically intact bound to behave and portray normality for its a crime to shed emotion
A rock in a sea of pebbles, freedom overthrown by rebels. Living in a world that is our own, Painted gold by traveling stone. All that I own is my pig and my cart, bringing out the forgotten art.