fulfillment
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Have you ever wanted something more than oxygen?More than the very thing that sustains life?It’s ironic yet demandingA paradox of epic proportions and yet, it seems reasonable in your mind
People talk, people stare,
that doesn't leave me to wallow in sorrow.
no excuse to let down a tear,
when there's a greater future in my tomorrow.
Fulfillment by Janet A.Wilson Fame, fortune and wealth,Brings this world into being,The barren land is nothing until plowed,Seeded, watered and fed, ripened and reaped;Contentment and love for our daily needs.To live prosp
Many spent 2017 drowning in a lagoon polluted with angst, opposition, and fear --For myself, 2017 awakened me from my frollick in the valley of stagation sparking me to begin my climb toward a career.
Changing yourself, just to better yourself, just to destroy yourself in the end.
Now, your strugging to find the beginning.
But, where did you begin?
Stand upSpeak outVoice your opinions aloudForget about your pastAbout every last doubtBecase we all have a dreamA hope,A wishSo go
And be somebody
The clock is set back and time is rewound
As I look behind myself and contemplate
I see a girl, chiding - so afraid to be found
Lying beneath an oak in a cowering state
Momma wrote
Years ago a sunlit chapel
First grade was ending
I was leaving
No recollection of the words
Only Momma choked on them
Sad
Tears
Momma never cries
Empty thoughts have no sense of fulfillment
My aspirations, desires, and concerns
Fill in the empty spaces that cause me
To provoke, ponder, and practice
Every aspect of life
Every aspect of humanity
These things have become artifacts since the last time you've touch them.I model my daydreams around the crinkle of linen sheets, hoping that one day I'll escape and find a place to meet you.
When our species is summoned
Brought from the unknown
Where in is one's spirit shown?
It is hidden deeply within
only obviously felt when
you feel it radiating remembering where
Oh shepherd of three-odd billion years
bring 3’oclock coffee for its paragon
For the light slants at an angle at this hour
it is redshifting, in the atmospheric ether
Close eyes, see your dreams
Close mind, feel our beams
Hover night, why it is so long
One shake, one shiver
The night, will be cold
Inisght, none will be seen
Tickle Tickle Tickle
Loneliness is such a bitter-sweet word
Who else to you know better than yourself?
The more you're alone, the more you know
About what makes you tick.
Yet, what if there's things best unknown?
I'm finally here
Right where I want to be
It seems as if it has taken forever
For me to see so clear
But here I am
A college student
Making her way through classrooms and side walks
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
Naturally I wear my hair jet blac with no perm,Naturally I speak my mind if I see it fit,Naturally I am artistic,Naturally in nature I am me.
I cannot stand it any longer
Should I fight and Should I die
Would I feel at peace or cry?
O' wonderful person before me
I can't help but feel as if you tease me
Voices of my friends
I hear it.
Voices of my own
I fear it.
I'm living my life on an unbalanced ladder
hoping that I will be a somebody.
A tongue is sharp and can kill,
Sadness drowning me into the depths of the ocean as the sun glistens above me. The white clouds peacefully floating in the air while the Blue Jays dance with them. Now I grasp pain and misery. If I could learn to fly I would never return here.
There is a stranger looking at her in the mirror.
She stares back, dark, wet hair.
Her face- a mask of nothingness- but her eyes, filled with the deepest, contained sadness.
Face, red and stained black with mascara.
A mission. A mission.
what am I to do?
High school and college
intend to point me right to:
The purpose of my days,
the job I am to do.
Why do I feel so lost,
torn and confused?
Never get lost in the maze of making others happy,
you may lose your own happiness in the process.
No need to look, search, or wander,
simply glance in the mirror, and look within yourself.
She’s broken.
Broken into so many pieces from everything she has ever been through.
Her heart cries out for a helping hand, but the tears just continue to flow like a waterfall.
She’s terrified.
I see the Eleanor Rigbys and Gilbert Grapes everywhere I go,
The people who forgot long ago to
See beauty in people laughing, sunflowers shooting up
Out of the ground.
There are people who have never heard a canary
To be what I want to be is hard.
To be what they want me to be is harder.
To follow behind others and never be myself,
thats somthing I have done for years.
But I refuse to do that anymore.
There was a man.
Who lived in a home on top a hill
He lived alone
He watched the birds come by his house
He watched kids playing outside his home
He wondered what it was like, to chase after that ball
I draw my strength from the Sun
it beats down on me and I let it
my time outside makes me strong
my feet pound the grass
and I sweat out my
fear
anger
pain
it all drips off my skin
