Self awareness
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The lack of will you see in me is foreign yet it fits right in.
It stole the key that locks the door trapping me inside again.
Funny how it seems like I've been here before,
I used to believe that I was just unlucky,
That someday I would eventually have something great,
But finally, I’ve accepted the truth and its sucky,
My ability to self-sabotage is too great for good things sent my way.
Almost everything about me makes me feel crazyMy depressionCrazyMe doing my hair once a monthCrazyLoving someone I talk to off and onCrazy.
Brain before body
Response to stimulus
Required for life
Required for happiness
If not made by you
It will be made for you
If not from you first
It doesn’t matter
Your perception
Be careful with your definition
Vital part of life
Forth then back
Teeter then totter
Deflected off
Not quite straight back
Creation lives here
Or so says the universe
It feels different
Makes you want to question
Don't resist
Pay attention
Power lives in the changes
The world turns
The sun rises
Morning breaks as you realize
It’s time for movement
It’s time for change
The world turns
Dark and long goes the road
Middle line stretches straight as if never ending
Lights only show so far
But the line streams out straight into the black
It based on results it won’t last
Failure is coming and shatters perfection
Have you walked the path?
Have you put in the work?
Our fleeting view of reality
Check points ensure accuracy
Balance your views
Mesh with humanity
Pursue beauty and truth
How do you love someone
Someone you know at their core
The ins and outs, good and bad
You know every thought and desire
You stand in judgement
Panic rages
Anxiety attacks
Fear abounds
How to make it stop
Weather it?
Fight it?
Breeding ground for inaction
It is not words
It's not only thoughts
Less talking required
Internal rooting necessary
Drive your legs down
Let your feet firmly plant
Future
The future’s power
Unlimited in nature
Where creativity lives
To shape the present
Past
Awareness within
Not looking out
It begins inside
Then pushes its way out
Self propriety and self focus
Creating yourself isn’t selfish
A journey of life
A painful endeavor
A confusing time
An inner turmoil
A questioning mind
A cloudy mess
A day by day
Yes, the finely floating feathers
Floating in the sky
One of the feathers
Even caressed my eye!
Ye olde agua,
Frozen is dismissed.
Oh, my dear Elsa!
Let us dance, dance,
Forever more.
1 of a kind, 1 in a millionI just so happen to be unlike anybody, I just so happen to be nobody but me, I just so happen to have big brains and little stare,I just so happen to be nobody but me,I just so happen to have a big smile and little glare
Disclaimer: Before reading this piece, I want you to know
these are not my own values and beliefs but the beliefs of men
who indulge in toxic masculinity and stupidity on a daily basis.
Thank you for your time.
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You love have brought along
new ways in which I view myself.
I was once selfish and yearning for acceptance but now I know I am not
the only one who matters.
You make me selfless.
I could never come to terms with how
you viewed me.
You’re so pretty.
You’re so capable.
You have so much potential.
You said that to me the other day.
Like a poems watermarks, you've taught me a lot.
Like a poems watermarks, I saw what was behind the lines.
Like a poems watermarks, what I saw was to only my eyes.
You show up
Blowing smoke rings
And making light in the dark
Like my all-knowing caterpillar,
Full
Of intelligent euphemisms
Cleverly
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy and spreads them out like a tent to live under.
He allows us to play with the idea of walking in immeasurable confidence.
So we can take risks without the fear of failure.
We can,
“Why do you want to be an artist? You have to be creative for that.”
“Tattoos will ruin your life.”
“People like you can't make it in this world.”
My soul is overflowing.
My brain is overwhelmed.
My heart is bleeding.
Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips.
Mixing with the ink on the page.
My words staring back at me.
Let me take a second, to explain.
It's not everyday I'm put into a place.
Between a rock and a hard place, having to try
The one thing I cannot live without is the belief that I am GOOD ENOUGH.
Before I realized I was GOOD ENOUGH,
life was much harder,
days much longer,
problems much bigger
AND worries much more suffocating.
There are shadows
Down the hall
In the corner
On the walls
Words are shallow
I hear voices
Some are deep
Most are small
They direct me
And inform me
Wet, clear streaks
Like tears
Rain left behind
On the windows
In the hallways
White streaks
On the wall
I always see the good side of people,Always giving them the ‘benefit of the doubt’,While I expect others to do same for me,Still doing so even when they don’t.
I am
What am I?
do you know?
do I know? -of course I do.
Only I can define myself.
Only I know what makes me , me.
But I am not here to tell you that.
Who am I?
I am a 15 year old girl .
Dawn gives way to Dusk
Light gives way to darkness
Fear of eternal Night breaks out
Afraid to speak
Afraid to look
Afraid to love
Above all afriad to live
Let go of your fears my friend
Great.
Everyday i wake up
I have to see the face
Of the person who kept me prisoner
Poisoned my thoughts
Abused my courage
Constricted my soul
Until i became lost
In the trench
A young man dressed in grey
Consumed in a subtle pain
Walks along a path
Woven, built, and made of frayed webbed thread,
A conduit for hidden despairs.
As if some vengeful deity
I live in a house of glass
Go to each and every mass
Completed my life’s task
And do everything I’m asked.
So, I wonder nightly
When lights go out nicely
When it all will end.
I am me, that's who I am.
I don't go by your rules anymore.
I am not just your pretty girl,
I am so much more.
I am a boy, a girl, neither, both,
I am one, I am anything and everything.
Poem 1: Keep Calm and Don’t Judge Me
Love (Shake my head); when I was fourteen years I thought I found love,
Love like: Fairy Tales, and all that Fucking Bullshit people allow.
Everything is shattered, broken, utterly and completely destroyed
So dramatically so, windows broken in to a million pieces, paint strewn across the floor
Yellow wall paper gone gray as if out of fear
I daydream of being something different, somewhere different
I wonder, I questions, I think and I have come to the conclusion.
Im not living to die, but dying to live.
Crushed by this endeavor.
Broken by my lover.
I once thought love was forever,
but time seems to end when we were together
Hit the rocks from the tide.
Dropped down from the vibe.
A dark gloomy place where there is know hope, just fear and exhustion.
Where food is substitued with screams of agony, fear, and hunger.
With know escape, but maybe there is one, your only way out is death.
A dark gloomy place where there is know hope, just fear and exhustion.
Where food is substitued with screams of agony, fear, and hunger.
With know escape, but maybe there is one, your only way out is death.
A troubled mind of broken thoughts
to ponder as you lay;
drowning in an open sea
of sorrow every day.
Console your thoughts with talks of love
and what you hope will be,
Can you hear me now? The deep screams of my sorrow.
I screamed your name begging for you to come back to
Me but you told me your time here was borrowed.
I loved you and you were no longer here.
You dare not look to close
You may fear what you might find:
A past composed ofFragmented glass,
Broken up memories,
In no way whole again
Scattered across the floor,
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
We were born,
Into a world that is clearly torn,
By the concepts of love and hate.
We soon forget to appreciate
What we have and what is given.
We let others affect our own decisions,
I'm from the largest apple
the world's ever seen.
from arroz con pollo
and rice and beans.
From dirty subways
in the empire state
in a 92nd street apartment
it was all so great
What is it to be humane?
Being characterized by kindness, mercy, or compassion?
We give ourselves to much credit,
when we leave our mark in a most abominable fashion.
I woke up early on my born day
17
Pristine in many ways
Trying to keep the same i
Melee
I may lay on my bed thinking of ways
Cream comes and make haste
To Praise God for 365 days
It’s 50 million niggas, but not one man?
It’s 50 million niggas that can be baby daddies, but can’t anybody be a father?
It’s 50 million niggas that can read a book, but can’t anybody learn anything?
