optimism
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No words, no feelings, no emotions.
No drive to do much of anything.
My heart seems to have exited my body, the day that you left my life. I see you. But I know that we can't.
You've made that very clear.
BEST OF BAD
When life throws rocks at you catch and make sure you hit and Smith the rocks perhaps you could turn it gold.
RICHES
Riches isn't
all about materialization.
Richness is
lifestyle
and divine.
The
most
valuable thangs are invisible to the naked eye.
Every part is my favorite, but
one of my favorite favorites is
how your favorites have become mine. How
every love of yours lies latched to my eyes like
TRAIN YOUR MIND
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Why Fake
People Always
Think
Everythang's
Fake, Like
Love, Faith
And Desire.
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OPPORTUNITY
"opportunity isn't far but it usually
hides in difficult circumstances and
it takes optimism to figure out."
#c9_fm
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between optimism and reality,
And it can be hard to be able to persevere when it feels like those dreams are getting harder and harder to see.
She wakes up every morning
To a brand new day.
She is aware of every warning,
Yet she still has a smiling face.
Here peers all around her
See the worst through the best,Ā
But she deters
Your shelter, Your illusion
coldblooded, halfhearted
this eternal masquerade
Ā
You are wasted rotten
with mirrors gold;
reflections twisted,
subconscious mold,
ice-cold camaraderie.
In my dreams I am an eagle-
I soar through the sky
My wingās edges catch the cloudās edges
Water collects on my feathers
And the world stares up
Untouched and pure, your bright serenity
Is beauty, shining rays of special gold.
This light is you, the newborn entity,
A piece of Universeās light made bold.
Once upon a time, I was a news reporter sharing my story with everyone.
Once upon a time, everyone stopped and listened to what I had to say.
Once upon a time, my life was full of light and glowing things that fascinated me.
Sunflower seed
On the sidewalk
Dropped by passerby
Ā
From Dirt
Slipped through the cracks
But put down roots
Ā
Sheād never grow through concrete
Her story so sad the clouds wept
This tale is true, and mine. It tells
How I almost lost the light
I was certain I would lose my way
For it was dim at the end of the tunnel
I was imperceptive
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."
-Carl Sagan
I was a strict stripling.
I stood for the stars and stripes,
Be them still or rippling.
You hurt me!
Surely you can imagine
That ghastly, glorious surprise --
Occam's razor sliced through faith's abdomen,
And ushered in its final demise.
Should I curse or thank you?
I was buzzed on your brain,
Hearing your thoughts from far away.
It's a wonder that your head can contain
Notions of such a vast array.
"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.
I'll look forward to that fervor,
And I hope you'll feel it as well.
That enthralling rush of ardor
Which no amount of work may quell.
We're working on a deadline here,
Though I'm sure you're aware.
Life is coffee.
Dark, bitter, sallow.
Each new sight I see
Makes me feel callow.
Yet it'll get me through this.
Today it grants me energy.
It'll dissipate lethargy,
So I will accept it as it is.
All this time, and I still can't fathom
How inveterately gentle you are;
You are an impossible amalgam,
A sundry of delightful examplars.
With soft words and a sonorous message,
I feel ecstasy in these equations,
I'm delighted by these approximations.
How many piano tuners are there in Chicago?
Puzzling through it sets my heart aglow.
My enthusiasm is hard-won,
I promise you I will work until the earth has shriveled into a husk,
I will in earnest devote every hour of my life from dawn until dusk
To that cause you praise and sing and venerate.
I cannot stand this abuse;
I cannot be a bystander.
It doesn't take a genius to deduce
That you're worth more than this slander.
You are gorgeous.
You are powerful and stately.
To Life Death,
Ā
Lacking sleep, food, and will I am
coaxed into movement by the soft voice of life.
My oft-cited realms of self-persistence
Dear Brother and Sister,
Ā
I remain an explorer, full of optimism
Left to walk among the deserted lands and feral nights
Ā
Dear Snowflake,
Ā
oh
Why
Did you
Leap from the
Clouds, my
Dear
Tiny angel?
Were you tossed
For being cursed with an icy
These defining mountains I call my hips
Are the only things you cannot miss
They swing left and right
From morning to night
Trying to pick a fight
With everything in sight
Here today, standing at the beginning of a new year,
when I look back, for the first time in my life,
Ā
I don't see any regrets.
I don't see any worthless pain.
I don't see any failures.
Ā
They say ālife is like a box of chocolatesā
I couldn't agree more
Of course, it all depends on the eyes of the beholder
Some like dark chocolate, sea chocolate, white chocolateā¦
Dear Koi,Ā
On one cloudy day I found you in a pond.Ā
The murky waters shimmered from the inklings of light that crept through the clouds.
As I inched closer and closer
To the pond
You approached me.
You will never achieve anything. You have failed
...
Your life has been a failure, nothing but darkness
Enough
Your degree is useless, you're unemployable
Iāll try again
Dear blue-haired girl,
working at the movie theatre in Bloomingfield, Indiana,
I hope the tattooed name on your wrist
does not become a stain on your skin.
dear future me,Ā
Ā
what the future holds, i do not know, for there is still so much to learn
i know of so many feelings that i have yet to yearnĀ
An aftertnoon stroll has me walking by houses,
Ā with doors that let me back
Ā into realities I used to know.
Run down homes with doors whoseĀ
Ā screens are coming off the hinges,
with doors that
Dear Optimism,
Ā
Ā
To be honest I recall receiving you not too long ago, just last year
You came from motivational speeches made by Tony Robinson
Because i love you, ill watch you struggleĀ
ill watch you struggle for a better tomorrow with that needle in your arm and the coke in your nose
Empty promises and hollow sorrows ill try to help you
because i love youĀ
She brings comfort
Hard patches made soft by her furĀ
But when you find yourself near her
She hops furtherĀ
Away. Always.Ā
Long ago, you asked me why Iām an optimist;
Ā
Why I choose to see the silver lining in a never-ending gray sky;
Ā
Why I continue digging miles for an ounce of gold while others go home.
I am told to enjoy this last year,
And to remember every moment
Because there would be many I would hold dear.
But I became my own opponent.
Vivid eyes, a glowing face.
Gentle hands, a warm embrace.
Watching how the flowers grow.
Watching how the flowers grow.
Ā
In the dark, sheās her own light.
The smoke will never cloud her sight.
I wept as the gloomy sky cried.
I saw the world and its misery.
I saw the despair and failure in which people became subject,
And as I watched my heart continued to grow cold in injury
Ā
I look in the mirror of the year and see him behind me.
January started with a ring. White, blue, me, you.
Curled together and sprinkled with glittering gems.
As the snow melted I took courses in depression and numbness,
My eyes are tear-filled
My head is spinningĀ
My soul feels crippled
But the sunshine is coming
Ā
I take a step into the wilderness
of busy streets and bustling lives
i'll admit it.Ā
Ā
sometimes
it's hard to make
me happy.Ā
Ā
when my brain is
working so hard
to keep my spirits down
pumping chemicals i
know shouldn't be there
You can ride lifeĀ like a towerĀ that holdsĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā you highĀ with the night in your hair.Ā You can drink inĀ every hourĀ and breatheĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā and singĀ to the infinite air.Ā
For so messy a tongueĀ in a body so young -Ā for such stumbling, stupefied,Ā neat bouts of mumbling;Ā
Letās focus on the little things.
Ā
Not the things that ruin us,
Ā
but the ones that define us.
Ā
Letās start to travel.
Ā
To be black is to carry a burden To be black is to carry the world on your shouldersTo be black is to be so magical they can't fathom the fact that you're real
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
To live.
What can I live without?
A better question, what shall I live without?
Ā
So many things I wouldnāt miss,
Island of solitude welcomes me
But I am not alone
I crash but Iāve got happiness
Ā
My hair sprawls on the sandy banks
My rickshaw shelter keeps me safe
I smile knowing Iāll wake up tomorrow, safe
More than Just Simple BlessingsĀ by Christian BetancourtĀ
Ā
Life is truly a blessingĀ
Three years later,
I wasnāt prepared.
I looked at the driveway,
and headed for the stairs.
The cement was cracked.
The grass was to my knees.
Everything has a beginning,
a point when the energy starts to course.
But all things, good and bad,
must at some point reach their demise.
Ā
Or so we are told from an early age.
I am the optimist, born pure into a world
that is broken and bent
Nurtured in a loving atmosphere
Happy, hopeful, positive
Ā
I am the optimist, tainted by the world
Remaining ever hopeful
I wonder, where are we going?
Weāve sat here for years,
Reading and noting,
Learning but never knowing.
What it is that lies ahead:
Is it joy, is it dread?
How can I go creeping
Barefoot in the snow?
How can I love so deeply,
Someone I do not know?
Ā
There is beauty that I find
In your smile, in your eyes
In the tears while you cry
Optimism
Stay strong and fight through
Everythings gonna get better for you.
Look at life a different way,
Because in all actuality, no one has a bad day.
Life is all about doing things,
Plato believed that weād never understand anything around us
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā because everything around us is the palest of illusions
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā veiling their true definitions.
Ā
In which case, Iām screwed
For months every day was a struggle
Just getting out of bed was too hard to juggle
On top of that I had work, school, and life
Depression was killing me like my own personal knife
Ā
I look around my messy life
And try not to whine or cry
I choose here and now to fix it up
Not wallow until I die!Ā
Ā
I'll start with schoolwork- such a chore
The textbooks just bring me tears
Locked in a Cage where the walls aren't there
Free to roam the roads but they all lead nowhere
Always walking to find
Where the Butterfly roams
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Beauty however sees only its flaws
Beauty doesn't know they're beautiful flaws
Beauty is a rose
āThree years ago I wrote a poemShaming people for using "love" so freelyI now realize my error and malady
A poem about confidence is a lot like a poem about love;
They both involve deep emotions that can only be unlocked by oneās self.
Whether it be confidence or love, when push comes to shove,
I wonder what I can give,
as far as wisdom goes,
Ā Ā for I am somewhat young and have many years to live.
The cool Autumn wind blows
When there is nothing left to do,
I smile.
not an ordinary smile though.
Itās contagious.
Infecting everyone around.
Soon the whole room embraces the same type of grin.
One that says,
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night
Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light
Notice not I, the cold that endures
But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
Hold on
Turn around
Take a look at what we've found
I've had a hard time believingĀ
That everything happens for a reason
But I see it
I see it now
Ā
I don't know where I'm going
Silver Lining
Ā
What good is this life if I aint gonna live
What goods a second chance if I never forgive?
watch me take advantage of the time that I got
Is it possible to stop loving someone
when you know your feelings are true?
Is it possible for me to love again
when my heart still beats for you?
Is it possible to promise never
I am not perfect, for I am human,I envy, I hate, I love, and I fear,What worth can be seen in my living years?
I want to be swept off my feet and carried away, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā To a place the darkness can't reach and where people want to stay.
I want you to see
the part of me
that glass so often hides.
Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.Ā
Ā
I want you to see
the part of me
that is hidden by makeup
I hope...
Because I care...
Because I love my friends...
Family...
Neighbors...
The powerful message...
Jesus taught me
To love your neighbor as yourself
If it wasn't for that
We all have dreams to strive for
Ā
a goal to reach to reach for
Ā
we just have to wait for the right moment
Ā
to get success like the Romans
Ā
Ā
What is behind it?
The void
The abyss
The unknown
Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
I wish
You all could see
The small girl behind the facade.
Ā
Behind the facade
That does nothing but show off
And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.
Ā
When really
It's not how I look,
Or how I walk.
It's how I react,
When something's gone wrong.
Ā
As life goes on,
There will be up's and down's.
I try to survive,
With the least amount of frowns.
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow
Underneath my matt of hair and freckles
There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts
Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
Anxious for what you will say , crying for what every day? Are you sick are you afraid what demons have come and made you this way.. My heart feels weak my legs are shaky. Numb emotions other than fear we cant figure out what brought us here.
I have accepted my judgement;
That these acolytes have thrusted upon me;
They need not any hammers;
As their vision penetrates my skin;
As their minds grasp my very essence;
Constantly electrocuted;
How I have longed to achieve my passion
To write and to be written
In an innovative fashion
An author changes the world...a crisp, new apple bitten
Ā
Uncomfortable, quiet, something undone.
Ā
Ready for nothing, unconfirmed but still tons
Ā
of excitement, uncertainty, ready, in wait.
Ā
Contradiction, shifting, family, friends.
Ā
The Future looks at me:
is it Happy?
is it promising?
what is to Be?
So, instead of darting away from the Gaze,
I look straight at It.Ā
Future, I say, what are You?
Nothing.
The light burns bright
in this dark excuse of a room.
There's so much fight
Amidst the grief and gloom.
Optimism engulfs the wife
Whose lost her groom.
Though her heart feels strife
I've never been an optimistic person.
To me, the glass was always half empty;
The sky always gray,
Ā
Ā
Optimism is fine but realism is better
Ignorance is bliss and you have mislead her
Fake it and make it what you want it to be
Leaving to dust all youāve given to me
Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Through the Eyes of an OptimistĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā By: Kegan Graham
Life is for living and loving
Hope is like a daily breath
Optimism is like sunshine
Shining on the inside
Motivation moves me
Life is fo living and loving
Ā
Sometimes I have to ask,
Why are humans such confusing little messes?
Ā
Our cry is to be authentic,
Trees, the wind blows through them;Ā
and all I hear is applause.Ā
"What do you hear?" she asks,
"do you hear the laughter, and the happiness I do?
Do you hear the children playing?
When I first met you, I was cliched
With tropes and trie beliefs
Which were only platitudes
Of the firends who gave me grief
Ā
About being happy.
Ā
But with you I feel free unlike the
Though you may not think of me as your family, I will always think of you as mine. Though you may never think of me as your loving little sister, I will always think of you as my older sister.
Baby sister!
Who I love you,
and inevitably abore.
You give me the strength,
to go out and explore,
To face challenges that are harder for the adverage man,
So here we go,
Heres the plan,
One morning I woke to the sound of my Family's despair, and I ready myself for the day ahead and descend downĀ my aunt's stairs.Ā Why me? I asked myself sorrowfully.
Whatās a beginning? The first, a start?
For I believe in no beginning to this art.
I have written these same words, felt these same feelings.
I have painted these same problems and colored in my same solutions.
I once met love at the front door!
And, when I glaced it's direction
Love, beautifully, smiled back at me.
That was love. My first sight!
I became instantly drawn to love.
Their magnetic hands grab at mepulling me into the darkInebriated with emotions.. "NO! Won't stop..won't stop.."A spirit inside me is screaming"Can't lose myself-must keepgoing."
Itās a climb, from the bottom up.
Whether you just werenāt enough
And the world knocked you down,
Or you fell in love and hit the ground.
Ā
Well you just lay there in the dirt
Why don't you smile?It only takes a while,To turn someone's world from a frown,Into one fantastic noun.This noun you see is called a smile.One that you can feel from a mile.Even if you have a bad day,
This is a money hungry nation and without it you can't succeed,Ā
People havin to suffer for things they need,Ā
Yet the priveleged prosper from their greed,Ā
I'm stuck in quicksand while the rich go full speed,Ā
Once, they exchanged roses;
red and yellow, red and white.
Behold the fair Ophelia
in the witch-hazel night
Ā
Donāt be sad,
But donāt deny that you are
If I could hear the color blue, you'd sound just like it.
I donāt know how to help you but,
I can help you recompose your sound..
H:Ā Hugs. Each and EVERY day.
āØA: Thoughts, words, andĀ actionsĀ are one.
āØP: Having oneĀ personĀ who loves you regardless of your greatest faults.
āØP: Loving theĀ peopleĀ who make your world go round (friends & family).
As you turn away all you can see is her face.
Your feelings you've previously had about her slowly fade as the color in the sky turns from
blue to grey.
Tears are pleading to escape but there's nowhere to hide.
Walking down the aisle of a store.
She is pushing the cart.
And receives crude looks.
Stares that make people think theyāre better.
They arenāt.
Are not we young with time to live,
With many years of love to give.
Although warm pleasures might grow old
Enjoy them now to soothe the cold.
Yesterday I dug out the box I hid when I was 15.
It was covered in dirt, worms crawling on it, and smelled like a dirty homeless man.
I was confused, though. I didnāt know how to open it. I completely forgot how it worked.
Sadness lurks on the street like an ancient greyhoundāforlorn, lonely,
With a heavy satchel strapped on his back, slowly limping on the road
To nowhere. The rest of the known world has deserted himāleft
I saw the world for what it truly is when i closed my eyes.
She figured out her worth when she closed her thighs
He truly saw himself when he left the guys
We are all robots in disguise living lies
There was a butterfly
Way up in the blue sky.
Looking out the window I was able
To see the beautiful world while sitting at the table.
I had plenty of noodles in my bowl
I am optimistic and determined
I wonder how far away it is from me
I hear loud shouts of hope
I see that this will not be easy
I want to fulfill this dream
I am optimistic and determined
On the other side of sometimes, I wait with baited breath
On the other side of sometimes, I keep away from death
Why lie when I can see it through your eyes?
You just make it worse,
But what can you say,
that's just life's course.
What your going through,
isn't so good, relying on sorrow isn't so well.
A healthy soul, a healthy mind
To a healthy body bind
A twist of fate ever entwined
In the arms of those who find:
A feather pure as gold.
As I walk through the meadow, I look at the sky.
I ponder some questions, and ask myself why:
It is so little, that ever I take:
A moment to wonder; a second to think
About all this beauty with which Iām surroundā
You are resilient you say?
There are no moments in life you don't regret you say?
you say things happen for a reason?
no time to be pessimistic only optimistic?
"Pangloss", I say
"Your mind is going to waste,
I am no Englishman
But I conduct constitutional statements beyond imagination and time
I am no senator
But within my own moral enforce laws only accessible to wildest dreams
I passed out millions
