Self Discovery
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Why is it that our minds try to convince us that the worst is going to come true?
And that even when you try to convince yourself other wise, it doesn't seem to work, no matter what you do.
Make it stop. The rasping of my heart.
The uneven breathing that manages to escape.
I don’t like the dark.
As the rain slips from the roof, a soft pitter-patter.
I reach out my hand—emptiness, is that you?
Oh how you come in many forms
Coming in and out like phases
Not knowing
what I’ll settle on next
Now knowing
how long you’ll stay or be gone
We are not designed to go through motions,
But intended to fulfill devotions.
Now that I seized my dream,
I have something new to bring.
Denise woke in the January dark.
It was 3am and a new moon.
She put on a dress for the first time.
Soft cotton, made for young skin.
The fuzz tickled her shoulders
Denise woke in the January dark.
It was 3am and a new moon.
She put on a dress for the first time.
Soft cotton, made for young skin.
The fuzz tickled her shoulders
It’s nice to feel listened to
It’s nice to feel you’re heard.
And with the art of poetry,
My paper hears every word.
This art of mine, uses lines
To illuminate emotions.
They pass by without a clue, Few have tried to see the truth,Those who have tried may see some,But I always know the outcome:Frustration,Curiosity,Constant interrogation,Or maybe they just give up. I love it when they try to see,When they look in
Words climb against my larynx
and punch at my mouth,
but I screw my lips shut
and force myself to swallow this alphabet
lump in my throat.
Thousands of letters and punctuation marks
Life is not a box of chocolates.
Life is an endless ladder that each of us have to climb.
It is nothing but an empty dream.
dear heart of mine,
why can’t you decide
who you do and do not like
why did it take you so long
to realize
moonlight is so bright
but what does it sound like?
it sounds like the nights
where you muffled cries
it sounds like the nights
where there was nothing to do but sigh
but sometimes
i scream and shout
finally letting my anger out
hurting everyone around me
this isnt how i want to be
standing here shaking like a leaf
i put my anger away like a sword in a sheath
Dear Past Me,
You are only just beginning a long and tiring journey
to find who you are and to let go of who you never truly were.
It is a journey that will wear you down to your core until you are struggling
hey, eighteen is a weird transitional phase
youre naive to think you know what you want but too young to realize you dont know anything.
youre going to travel halfway across the country
Every day I take another step from who I used to be
And I find I like how I am becoming
Because I am still me--
I still love, I still perform, I still find life fascinating
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Like the dying dwindling fire
The embers rekindle Life
As the dog left All alone
Still protects his bone
Like the burnt out Mother
I’m finding it rather hard to live with Who I Am.
Especially when Who I Am can be so despicable.
Sometimes, she mentions things I don’t plan on thinking about.
I started with a frown
My year already felt down
I was in a trap
Under wraps
I saw fear right in front of me
Every day it would come
To take my happiness away
My life was a chalkboard, black and white.
Pictures drawn by day,
Erased by night.
My life was a mirror.
It went only one way,
but failed to show the better parts of me.
My life went to a standstill,
She is happy, she is sad.
She is excited, she is afraid.
She is confident, she is scared.
She is loved, she is alone.
My name is
Perplexed.
Trapped in the past,
Trapped in the present,
Never see the future.
My name is
Perplexed.
Perplexed,
All I understand.
As love is between
They speak in broken English and they lie with silver tongues,
They swallow down old whiskey and they smoke away their lungs.
They cursed me for my difference, they hated words I sung.
Once upon a time I knew who I was
I thrived and flew like any bird does
I drank Earth’s air with water coursed veins
I was high above the sludge filled drains.
Her whole life she's dreamt of love.
She's dreamt of euphoria,
All consumed euphoria.
She's dreamt of optimism,
Blind but sure optimism.
She's dreamt of unending joy,
Broken only by breakup.
All my life I wished to be special. I've never been quite sure why and perhaps I never will but I always dreamed of being unique.
Who am I?
Questions ring inside my mind
But I find no solution
Who am I?
Questions ring inside my mind
But I am still seeking a solution
Who am I?
Who am I?
Questions ring inside my mind
But I find no solution
Who am I?
Questions ring inside my mind
But I am still seeking a solution
Who am I?
I am contradictory
I am shy, yet I want to be the center of attention
I am intelligent, yet I do nonsensical things
I am quiet, yet my thoughts are loud and clear
My insides are constantly at war
writing about myself isn't easy, you see
i'm a shy girl, it takes a lot for me to reveal to you the imagery
i create in my head, every second, every minute, every hour, every day.
You see, the problem is I have treated you as if you are the sun. And you are not the sun. My life does not depend on you, you are not in any way crucial to my survival.
Ariël
It means, lioness of God
In Hebrew, not
The little mermaid
Despite popular belief…
In the Bible, I am Jerusalem,
And an angel who helps cure disease
Hiding deep inside until the day I realize
That I can be just whoI am
Instead of livin all these lies.
Everyday I queston why
All these haters critcize?
Inside I feel like I should cry,
I feel the heat on my back
scorching where my wings could be.
Should be.
I bite and I kick
As a young girl, I believed life to be bitter, full of emptiness, and unfilled dreams. Bleak somber days claimed my soul, lively hope did not reside here, and passion did not ooze from within.
There comes a day
There comes a moment
When nothing is the same anymore
You didn't see it come or go
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You find a road
You find a door
Paths you weren't expecting
All my life I have struggled
All of time I have fought
Every day a new battle
Every hour a new loss
I'm no soldier or fighter
Not a hero at all
Just a person imprisoned
In a mind not my own
I thought I knew the road and where it leads;
I came upon the fork and felt so sure,
Until the trees in shade began to tease;
My confidence was shook, I closed the door.
My heart is closed and locked, I am afraid;
Chest thumping, pulse racing, thoughts chasing
You Are Who
Thoughts returning, pulse slowing, chest extending,
Who You Are
Just the being you choose to be, as justified in every constitution,
