Read me like a book,
Let my features be the words.
Read me like a book,
Let your thoughts be heard.
Read me like a book,
Let your eyes be the light.
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People say to be an individual,
One must stand alone,
And look past conformity.
This shows you have grown.
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Is it wrong to want the best,
Or charge ahead, ahead of the rest.
Is it wrong to envy those,
Who sit back and do nothing,
Yet get all the pro’s.
Is it wrong to want to live,
And take what you cannot give.
I need a life,
Amongst the lies.
I need to die,
Feel free to cry.
Help me god,
Give me wings to fly.
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I step into uncharted territories.
To discover myself.
I’m learning to grow,
Mature.
I’m leaning to walk,
To talk.
I’m learning to explore.
The mirror reflects an image,
But is this me?
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Get over him!
Do you still like him?
My god!
You’re obsessed!
Find someone else!
EVER WONDERED WHAT
A BROKEN RECORD SOUNDS LIKE.
If you don’t understand, don’t try to help!!!
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They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, then poetry is the words of the soul. It is the emotions that can be spoken without speech, just as the eyes can see without being opened.
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Life’s many wonders
Rush through my mind.
As I try to sleep,
The messages so clear.
The thoughts so precise.
It is so late,
The darkness surrounds.
Yet, my mind is full of thoughts.
All rushing to be recognised.
As tiredness engulfs,
My weary eyes.
I am overwhelmed.
By wonder and thought.
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No one understands the great unknown,
The uncharted territories of the mind.
The key that makes individual clocks tick.
They try to understand,
Then close the door.
The parallels are too great.
Mist and fog that are the barrier.
They want to break through,
And understand.
Or do they just pretend.
The darkness surrounds,
My thoughts are blind.
Loneliness is the feeling,
Surrounding my heart, soul and body.
In a world of my own,
I dream, and yet cannot escape.
The bars and chains of life.
Reality is my jail!
Fantasy is the key!
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*Acceptance is a word everyone needs to know and understand!
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*Seek refuge within your heart, for that is where your soul lies.
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*Your spirit is an extension of your inner being.
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*Endeavouring to discover and find yourself are the real meanings of life!
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*Entwine your fingers around mine, like a vine to a tree. Yet do not hold too tight for like the tree that provides stability and support, too tight an embrace may cause its demise.
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*If love were a flower mine would be dead!!!!!!
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Am I to blame for what could have been?
People always say I should think before I act.
This time I didn’t
And it cost me my life.
It has been so long
Yet we cannot go back
Turn the clock back
And make things right.
Am I a fool to think he could love me?
I ruined my life
And all for the sake of having a say…
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Time is a precious gift
We never know how much we have
So it is not until we lose it
Or come close to the edge
That we begin to appreciate it
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Strength is a power
That lies within.
Mind over matter
That’s how you win.
Don’t tell me you can’t
I don’t want to hear it.
Go out and try
Aim to achieve it.
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Peace is an inner tranquillity.
A harmony granted to those
With no qualms about life.
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I cannot control the anger the lies within.
It lays dormant and hidden for so long
That when the volcano erupts
The feelings of hurt and betrayal come out.
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The will to live is for some a constant question mark. A contemplation between mind and body.