Insight
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Keep your ears open, listen to your first mind.
9 times out of 10 you'll be right everytime.
There's no purpose in starting a fight about what's wrong or right.
Like always, the truth will always find it's way to the light.
Insight
Honesty and love bring you true happiness,Did you understand it, there is no way back!
Maybe if I were fast enough
I'd finally outrun the tortoise.
I've studied closely: patience
is key, patience is key; and yet,
he just doesn't understand
that speed is what I'm built for.
Organized Ramblings
A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich
April 29, 2017
I invite insight
For with insight comes inner might
Might I, with this might, grow?
Will it bring out my soul to flow?
Stop. Look at yourself MAN.
Feels weird having that title attached to you huh?
You've grown in height, wisdom, and hair on your chest.
Not to mention girls are starting to notice you.
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is
One is not born immune to the immersive experience
Of domination, damnation,
Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
I wear a mask on the hottest day,
in the middle of winter.
Everyday.
I cannot go without my smiling mask.
I bring it with me where ever I go.
"Why?", some will ask.
To hide a secret within.
This cliched little dance we've found;
You cast a line: I nibble,
You close away and leave me
wondering over my patter -
(too much, and
Have I offended?) ~ Shrug
Do you hear me
or are you on your phone
some of the things my mom says when I am not mentally sound
I get through the day making everything worth the wait to see my loving family
and wake up the next day
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold,
Enter this world as you are,
Not as you are told-
That you should be.
Because that is not you,
It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.
Never fail to notice your intuition
Enduring life
When it becomes chaotic
Compelled to make rapid decisions
My mind is gifted
When we rise in anyway, everything around us rise as if, the sun shine around us, saying we are the ligth, which one day, will ligth it our path to succes, just following those deligthful colors which have infinity gloriness.
I'm envious towards the movies,
That's my only crime.
Most take Marley,
Coconut with the lime.
I'm Selective to necessity,
Absorbent of the time.
Transpose and Metamorphose,
In my mind's eye,
I do not shed a tear for the meek
The meek so trite
Enveloped by spite
Lapping up mouthfuls of melancholy
Food for the souls of the misbegotten and bleak
Waiting outside, day in day out, from the morning's beginning, till past the ninth inning.
Crowded before work, people listen, read, write and wait...
Persistent patience while the rain's delaying.
Sometimes I can go weeks without remembering
Why I write
Why I jumble some poetic words and propel them into flight
Off my fingertips and onto the screen
Where sometimes while reading them I growl or beam
The Subconscious possesses my fragile fingers, tracing the rusted doorknob.
My errant body ambles off, leaving the scent of presence behind.
The inviting entrance embraces my hand delicately.
Luring me into a House where
I envy Happiness;
so callow and myopic.
Ignorant she is but happy she be.
She would not be as blissful
if she was as learnt as me.
Happiness makes wishes
Somebody once handed me a flyer.
It read
“YOU EXIST”
The aftertaste of such an idea
lasted long beyond the introduction
Existence.
A vibrating silhouette of an idea
