personal growth
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They’re always there
You can be happy but they will still sit and stare
You can be sad and they will still go nowhere
They could make you cry
Tell me the tale of a good old node.
The one who stirs at everyone's mode
Taking a hint of what to from each imitation
What a virtue to behold.
I love to look back on the simple times. The simple wonders of life. The lack of fear, anxiety; the lack of responsibility. A total freedom to run around and smell the flowers, play in the trees and messy up my clothes.
Caterpillar, caterpillar, weak and small
It’s hard to understand the world when your walls are so tall
Asking questions and wondering when you will grow
Wanting more than anything for your wings to show
Sunshine was my former name,
yet the darkness of life encompassed me like flame,
but all it took was a long glance in the mirror,
for my vision to become clearer,
Sunshine is my current name.
In my arms she rest; her short soft breath fleeting away as her tears of glass shards pierce my flesh "Rest, my love" I say motherly Her glassy eyes, hands like petals Soft and sweet was once her innocents How horridly it was stripped naked and b
To all the mermaids
at the ocean floor
in corral cities
still living with their parents, haunted
Feet perched on top of a practical duffell, those few inches of distance
Between my feet and the carpet allow space for impractical wishes.
Wishes that I weren’t here, waiting.
We all claim to need closure.
And yes, it is quite a wonderful thing to have.
To know the exact science of, why, how, who, and when.
But sometimes that doesn't happen.
I don’t wanna feel the way they make me feel
I don’t wanna live the way they taught me too
They can go, board up all my windows
But
They will never see where the sun shines from
Everything I am is tied to my stomach. I feel everything so intensely; sometimes, I feel the wind get knocked out of me. I am convinced there’s a little girl in my heart pulling the strings from up above.
I need you and you need me
We give, we take,
We show, we see
We laugh, we cry
We live, we die,
Together
Half of enough
2016 was a year of L's. On average I took an L every other month. Which means I learned from 6 L's that I wanna share with y'all.
2016 was by far the worst year ever.
Try it, I dare you to convince me
That I must see more than just negatives.
But I know now, how your world works and
one
Sometimes, there are last Christmases, last birthdays, last goodbyes.
And sometimes, you don't know that that's what they are until they've gone by.
two
THIS YEAR I ACTED ON MY AMBITIONS
THIS YEAR I ASKED FOR HELP
THIS YEAR I TOOK CHARGE
THIS YEAR I LET MYSELF FEEL INSPIRED
PICKING UP NEW HABITS
She is happy, she is sad.
She is excited, she is afraid.
She is confident, she is scared.
She is loved, she is alone.
I had to be lost for awhile
To get to where I am now
I had to be pushed down, left, and walked on
To know who I am now
Because before, I was so plastic
Falsly built up by the words of my parents and peers
Poetry is not only art
But it shows how far you've come.
When I read old poems
I see how much I've grown
As a poet and a person.
I may not be the best writer,
But I love seeing personal growth
I’m sorry you have been laid to rest But I don’t regret my choices You dragged me down Never gave me room to grow I just needed that small bit of sunlight But you were the only one sun bathing
Driving fast let the wheels eat the pavement. / I don't want to be here I don't wanna feel this. / No one asks me where I'm going no one really cares. / Even if they did nobody really dares.
My brother and I learned how to breathe together, but we soon became a set of tools. He was a plow and I was the rake. I collected the stones he threw. I became the ladder when he picked orchards.
Look forward
The individual piles of independence
Considered necessary for lunacy
Yet are essentially illusions to distract
Our meaningless
The world around us is constantly moving
Even the smallest flower is beautifully blooming.
If a bud so small gets a chance to bloom
A human so tall, chance as well should assume.
Standing over his hard corpse
My eyes tear, full of remorse.
People tell me 'sorry, but it was his time'
They don't understand that he was mine.
Funeral is tomorrow
There's a thing to be said and to be heard
About the complete destruction of faith
When the absolute last sigh has been blurred
When none take notice of the glimpsing wraith
I can feel you.Tired and upset, fraying at the edges.
I know it won’t last.
This is a time of weakness, a stepping stone between humble beginningsand avowed omnipotence.
Intelligence used to be a virtue,
Ignorance used to hurt you,
But in the past few decades the roles have reversed . . . I though about rhyming but now it's a free-verse,
Passing by their faces show,
The ignorance hidden deep below.
I read their faces like a book,
Absorbing every dirty look.
Fear and guilt consume their eyes,
Unconcealed through pretty lies.
you’re getting married saturday.
you’re marrying the man you deemed better
than my father, the man you figured was
more suitable for you than
three children, a loving husband,
a house with large windows
