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Waking up in the mornin', picking my writing utensil. Pulling out my composition book, my brain trying to settle. Thinking to myself about becomin' a star. I can imagine myself just tryna live large.
I've spent years wondering what self love felt like I've longed for the gentle whisps of my smooth tips on my thighs For the curve of my back and my heart to reach for the stars
Never leaving time or space; Always evolving but never a race. We see them for their fabled powers, But inside us their strength flowers.  
Thoughts raced around my head Caring how people judge the way I am But the wasted energy was for me to only see The best thing to do is just be me  
I never thought of my weight as bad until you told me it was I never thought of my skin as unpleasant until you told me it was I never thought of my height as problematic
All throughout the years, both my mother and father have helped me grow. When I had fallen they would have picked me back up. I love my parents.
It was a blue day But you kept me warm Though tears fell like raindrops, There aren't many days anymore
she
she a petite figure with short hair who noticeably feels so much sees so much thinks so much
I am not her, Not my past, Nor a name.   I am not the order Of the stars, Or the gods of the months, Or the beasts that follow the moon.   Our value no more than
Lingering in reminiscence - I am here. Left numb catching evanescence - You are there.   Hoarded love unshared. Unspoken words once said.
Do you ever just let your eyes wander,Let them sift along, searching for purpose?At once it appears, no time to ponder,On no account have I been so nervous.Nothing could fully prepare one for this;
As the time continues to go by Without us knowing, the clock is slowly ticking Our energy depletes after the end of a day And in the morning we start the same routine all over again
Fear.   She envelopes us like a cold day without a jacket. Shivering like bare shoulders, chills climbing in the crooks of collapsing collarbones. "I am afraid," the voice taunts, always behind us always there.
I'm still afraid to make a move That others may not approve. I'm still afraid to be myself As I'm not like everybody else.   I'm still afraid to reveal my heart Because I can't let things fall apart.
Sometimes life isn't fair and sometimes life isn't sweet. My shiny head makes people stare as I walk alone down the street. No, you can't touch, don't you dare. It's a sensitive topic, so I cover up with a sheet.
Opening my grades sucks the air out of my lungs. My jaw tenses as I see the one grade that is lower than the rest. What about med school? Grad school? My mind is telling me that I failed, but...
Opening my grades sucks the air out of my lungs. My jaw tenses as I see the one grade that is lower than the rest. What about med school? Grad school? My mind is telling me that I failed, but...
I was afraid to be heard. Afraid to be spoken to or with. I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet I was the quietest.  I feared fear itself, It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
Will you wait for me?   As I stand on the edge of sand With water caressing between my toes  Back and forth, back and forth   There is a lull in the wind  Everything stops,
It is two am- the limbo between morning and night- and I have to be up in 5 hours max. Can't sleep. All I can think about is time travel 'cause I just watched a movie where they played with time
Where am I?   I’m not what you want me to be At least not today I just want to know if that’s okay  
Me and my girl were recently having a conversation, that broadened perspectives and led to revelations. Trying to define relational lines, while avoiding proverbial landmines. I always tell her that to me she's like the sands of time, timeless.
I would like to thank books For being my refuge in this world.   When I was younger I resented others my age All they did was bully and cheat
Ako'y nanliit Sumikip bigla ang dibdib Nagmukmok sa kwarto Puno ng pighati   Agad tinanong sa sarili '' Panget ba ako? '' '' May mali ba sa akin?'' '' May kulang ba sa akin? ''  
Can you imagine a world with no equation? Nothing could be lost in translation. Or obfuscating, just captivation It’s just the connotation in your poem
This, this is poetry, the abstract sitting beside me, like a long lost friend exchanging thoughtful memories while Discarded thoughts of tomorrow sit like old men, forgetting themselves over the horizon remaining just beyond the water's edge remin
I am me and no one can control me Not my parents nor my friends I am me and I decide to be who I wanna be All I want to be is being free
  Poetry is my heart Its the lantern that lights the way Its the ocean that parts when I walk Its the hands that  sweep me off my feet
There are two of me The first me – the real me – is a good kid Does what their parents ask, be nice to everyone, never push the limits The second me is a lost soul A body with missing pieces
I found her sorrow in the purple and blue lightning bolts under her eyelids. I found her courage in the hollow irises deep inside her eyes. I found her stress in the
As Heaven and Hell, I have no wealth.  My soul is rich, dear, Take my self. In place of thrones, I offer bones Superior to  Precious stones.  Unlike Gems and wreaths of gold,
My chest has the compiled list of the things I want most A detailed description of their face, to the color of their eyesTo the sparkle in their teethI’ve fallen for the way she looks at me to the way he disagreed with me But according to him, my
Dear Me,   Soon, you’ll see, very soon, when the moon’s out, In a glorious afternoon where it’s rare  To see her scout amongst the chaos ‘round, You will see a girl starring eastbound and,
Dear Jake,   My relationship with you was a plant, a flower, it bloomed like a rose.   Beautiful from afar, but if I got too close, held on a little too tight,
I can’t eat dinner alone. What I mean by alone is simply that I cannot eat dinner idly If I eat dinner by itself and without anything for my hands to touch, hold, see or do, I sort of lose myself.
to my Self, you have always been, are, and will continue to be, perfect in your imperfections. You are human, and you are as beautiful as the cosmos.   to my Skin,
Sometimes I wanna say what I think I should have saidand sometimes I keep things all in my headmy mouth closedneedle and threada zipper acrossmy lips of red
Dear myself. Oh how we live without a will to. Live by the "I can't" and regretful "will do's". Stop to examine the terrain, to feel our toes on the mildew.   How we complete one another;
I used to think I Am the queen Can anyone be like me? Then something happened, she came into my life Then i realised , no, She is better than me... World made me realise this I agreed!!
What does it mean to me? Well that depends on the question. What does art mean? The way of one's self-expression. What does music mean? A feeling made into a sound. What does life mean?
Dear Impulsiveness,   I think its time we had a little chat Oh no, don’t talk back, this is MY time to chat God I wish you never got involved
I've tried so hard but I can't do anything. I feel stuck in a place I don't want to be. I drink to lose the pain,  and I get high to feel free. I'm a lesbian, yet no one understands
I am me the girl that seems unspokened but you would rather say my mind,my feelings, and my heart is unbrokened, the superior one who relates herself to someone else who goes around knowing the feelings she has felt as it crumbles to it's feet and
He does not deserve you And you deserve someone better. You deserve someone Who can see the fire in your eyes.
Love is patient. Love is kind. I've heard it all. But I don't know if I believe any of it They should change that Love should be patient Love should be kind Love destroys
A slow and steady rainfall Bringing life to those around The ache in your stomach from laughing too much Bittersweet in itself The vast ocean with parts unseen
I dream as any other does, and I breathe. I see as any other does, and I cry.
Me. The Little Flame, Ember Flameheart is my name, Love you, and all else.  
I, Elandria, Lay my heart on my sleeve, world, And await judgement.
To sing of myself, A strange tune indeed, One filled with wonder and adventure and pride and fear and joy, A tale of many colors, none of which too dry.   To sing of myself,
Picture   Always having that crunching feeling throughout my soul. Keep on worrying what’s going on with me. I don’t feel whole. Why am I always jumping towards the end?!
Throughout the past year, my beauty has grown upon me. I've been able to look in a mirror, and grin because I can accept what I see. My art has become a way of expression, and given me a sense of peace.
Did I really change? Did I change for the past year in 2016? Was I ready for 2017? Am I ready for my Graduation?   In 2016, I saw some things new,
wrestling with an impression of myself,confidence scant and creativity diluted,I found solace in the arms of a soldier who decidedmy dreams encompassed all the world-just not the war he was fighting. 
The world is not mine It never was, and never will be I am an infinite speck on the horizon Who is finally dedicating their life
The world is not mine It never was, and never will be I am an infinite speck on the horizon Who is finally dedicating their life
I wish that I can make them happy. I wish I can make it true. But I wish that I didn't have to procrastinate, but hey what can I do? I wish I wasn't so privileged. I wish they understood.
Who am I? I am a friend. I am a part of a family.   On the simplest level, I am ME.   Who am I? I am a high school graduate. I am a college attendee.  
Was he really that desperate?The words pound through my mind.Was he really that desperate?My legs threaten to give in beneath me. Was he really that desperate?
For me it was gold But for them its dirt The way they treat The way they speak But whatever it is I doesnt really fit They came along That wasnt too long Both singing a song
Cold outside on the day I want to die. go out and shine like an onxy in the fire. it's so wrong, its so right; nothing else to write. think i might steer myself into demise cry cry cry but all i do is ever cry
when i first began to write poems, i kept them hidden in a little pink journal tucked in between my mattress and my box-spring. it was a dirty little secret i kept locked away.
I am a woman of weakness.<br> I will never believe that <br> I can succeed at anything<br> And because I know<br> I am a failure and a waste like people say<br> I just don't understand how<br> I can be brave and
Expression defying oppression Props to Walker, no ordinary talker Given a voice, best choice The pain, rain is entirely insane The actions, attitude inhumane
One Day… One day, I want to be a hero! One day, I want to be a villain! One day, I want to be someone! One day, I want to be…
sometimes you realize things in the strangest places. you could be taking a drive. and you somehow land up on the road you grew up on. without any recollection of how you got there.
The only way to express myself has been through poems filled with Broken lines of half rhymes and empty metaphors."No one understands," I thought typically. I was a broken
I'm nineteen but I reason better than some double my age. I see through life's glasses and I never hesitate to turn the page.   Sometimes I feel like a newborn, when I cry from everyday pressures.
Me
 What if I just stopped? What if I stopped doing everything for everyone and just worked on myself for while? Would I be happy? No.
It’s unimaginable that I may be slightly capableon my own to express how I feel. The simple, heart-wrenching thought that I can’t speak on my ownis like a never ending, constantly turning wheel.
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Who am I? Do I let you define me, no! It's my heart and soul that carries me. I am resilient and full of character. i am who i am
I'm the kind of girl that takes her time in figuring out what I want.   I make sure it's what I really want.   But sometimes by the time I figure it out it's too late.  
I stand along this solitary sand The sun rising at it's peak Salty waves creeping upon the shoreline Ninety-five days is the streak   Whimsic waters slither under my toes The light shines upon my tan
To live without contact is to never feel a thing, To live without humanity is to throw away compassion, I shall never live without human contact. I do not crave discrimination, corruption, or demoralization.
Not a soul makes itself known, for I am alone. Alone with my thoughts and worries, Alone and afraid to survive.    Food is not my concern for survival.
We argue every day. We argue until walls fall down, Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
We argue every day. We argue until walls fall down, Until the neighbors from downstairs look up at us And say the next day “Please don’t slam the door. We hear you.”
All I need is the motivation, the motivation to get up in the morning, the motivation to keep getting up in the morning, the motivation to get up every morning. The motivation to make it
ME
I choose to be meIn a world where others disguise who they truly areLiving a facade to hide any imperfections or scarsPressured to live their life just like everyone else
I'm not sure I like my reflection;He looks at me funny.There's something in his eyesThat boasts he knows me too well.And I just don't trust him-I think my secrets he might tell.
I was a girl, afraid to come out of her cocoon. Afraid of what others thought. I slowly crumpled. Into a ball of dust. Thorns started to bleed,
The flaming red curls of wonder born in the land of the Red Sea below the rising sun. living within the walls of past memories  stuck in a room of limit carrying the utensils of life
Who am I they ask? Well, I'm a teenager I wake up; go to school; come back; do homework and repeat My parents think I'm rebelious sometimes  And I spent too much time on the internet
Spiritually, Abstract Gradient Thinker. I am pretentious.
Frost chose between two roads, he chose the road less taken. I choose neither.
I Am The river of thought that flows through the imagination of those who connect with paper and pen
I feel so empty There is nothing inside I feel so guilty I have hurt my pride   I feel much sorrow Not anger or hate All for the greater good
Stories will end,  with a happy end. my story will end,  with a limit end. When my story ends,  I will make a sequel. To continue my fate,  I will surpass my fate. 
I am a girl trying to find her place in the world moving up going down like a roller coaster going round and round I get good grades but that doesn't mean I'm smart Im not creative
don’t ask me those questions they are self-erasing and ugly in nature unidentifying and dreadfully   hollow.  
As I press my pen to paper Allowing the ink to spill along the page New feelings begin to come over me As if I'm becoming the real me
I once I had  a team building exersize In which we told the team our biggest fear   when it came my time I froze not because I was afraid to tell them my fear but because I couldn't choose one
"Pursue your dreams!"  chippered voices encourage as mine pleads for guidance, "Just do what you love."  Easier said than done in a restless world where every tune is heard except the one within.
If I could draw a picture of sorrow and hurt, what would it be? A beat up heart, A broken down mind, Maybe a soul who has lost all hope of the future?  
I need no man to tell me I am BEAUTIUL, I need no woman to tel me I am STRONG, I need no teacher to tell me I am SMART, I need no test to DEFINE me, I know what I am, I know who I am,
I look at the ground underneath my feet
The colors of the universe  Envelop my body  As I am one with it
If you stepped inside my mind, Through my staring brown eyes, You would see the filter fall.   When I look inside my mind, I see the clutter, the disorder, and the beauty of all that I have become.  
  Who am I? I am a reflection in a stormy pond, A tune that is caught on the tongue,             But has no words, A finger pointing, pointing out, than turning in to point
Long black nails, Black shirts, black pants, Right on me, Black makeup and dark hair cover my face My appearance, my soul, all of me   When I walk in the streets people stare,
Who am I Behind the Mask Do I live, or do I die? In front of the past.   Will it last?  I create myself Every morning, before breakfast In the mirror, Find myself in the shower,
I can make silly faces, And I can make you smile. My face is filtered, yes, and that hides the criticisms. Now, come on, 'You're beautiful' Oh really? 
I wish when I smiled, I meant it, I want my laugh to sound carefree like it did before, I need to be the center of the picture; so that I know I wont be the one on the outside. I miss the way I used to be, 
People always make analogies Saying birds are free; they want to be birds. What is a bird? Nothing more than hair.
I use plenty of filters on my selfies,
Vulgar Modest Deceitful Honest    Life is full of filters: Filter what you say, Filter what you do, Depending on 
There's a war inside my head and it just won't stop. I was told the biggest battle is the one in your head.
Staring at my reflection
I wanted them to see me as art to stand in awe and marvel at the thought that such beauty existed but i am not a monet i am not a picasso and as they realized that
War
I've been lied to and cheated on, I've been hurt so many times I lost count.
It comes without effort Yet it takes so much effort With the light it becomes burdensome In the dead of the night is where I find comfort.   Around noon everyone seems to "care"
Every day when i see you my eyes sparkle when youre here Every day when we are together i see your inner beauty in a blink You are honest and not afraid to say the truth, and make me
I am like a notebook with blank pages of uncertainty and past mistakes never completely erased. The spiraled edge will break with too much inside,  yet I can't add more space.
Most people wear makeup to hide their flaws and insecurities Some do it for the hell of it
I am who i was meant to be in this life, no one can take who I am away from me, I'm a bright phoenix rising from the ashes, to reborn as a powerful women, who takes, a stand.
Eyes hold lies Ears hold lies It is not only the mouth that holds lies Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
Without filters my pictures ar
I stay the same underneath, What my selfie seems to be. Whether on or offline My smile stays the same. I am the player, And Instagram's the game. Underneath the clothes and shining light.
Who am I? I'm no one I'm someone, that no one sees I'm outgoing And I'm "here" So why do I feel invisable? Because my name isn't my name My face doesn't look how it should
Being Flawless doesn’t mean you’re beautiful To me its means I’m myself I am me 100% of the time But do people see that?
You see what she wants you to see But she's not who you want her to be Did you know she cries when you're not around Her thoughts have her drowned  The face you see is just a mask
I see stars. See in them what I am capable of I see a heart. Broken in between happiness like hope I see void. In this I have come to rest I don’t see myself. I see a mirror. In this fractal misrepresentation,
I'm not like the other girls, I don't cake on makeup,  I don't wear dresses and skirts, I don't need to. 
I am.. Skinny but Fat
Red Dresses by Clacie England   An invincible, cautionary soul Holds itself high above it’s worth No misgivings; a person is as tall as they want to be Breaking social stereotypes
She may not be the very definition of beauty but her self-restrained chaos unravels all connotations of the word.    She’s more than a number, more than a status. In a world of never ending can’ts, won’ts, shouldn’ts,
As I stared into the eyes of a female I noticed that her eyelashes were long, Only on one eye and in The other A bead of water was forming, Just about to boil over, roll over her lid And
Hair the color of dusty road, Eyes that do not shine like gold,
What is money without those you love Everyone wants grip allow me to be the glove You wonder why the stars get coked up While there are people struggling to get coated up
Time is moving fast I wish I can slow it down But Some people I be messing with they never come around It's like I'm the only one that's down You can ask my town
Put Yourself in their position
My motto is-
Me
Looking through my perilous soul I see nothing but a toll Is this me I see in this photo Or just a way to fit in with a motto Nothing ever seems the same With filters getting all the fame
On this stage i stand, Waiting for my cue. Palms sweaty, knees shaking. Nervous ball of emotion.   Curtains are drawn;  Face hidden from Embarressment The music begins, and my heart stops.
I am who I am and I like being this way, I'll be who I want to be No matter what people say. I focus on my school work and don't go out a lot, I am not one to lurk
Want to hold your hand, It's right there for me to grab, I feel close to you, I'd hate to see you go, don't.     
Happy as a clam
Life is like a camera,
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
Me I want to be Me I do not use a filter to make  Myself Different from who I am I want to be my own pretty face Filter is not  Me Natural bueaty and background is Me
Water the greatest transformer, blending and conforming with every shape and form. And so I have adopted its natural physique. To become one with everything I choose to be.
Laughing Smileing Shy Sad Scared Angry
Family… The definition of it: is a group of persons who came from the same ancestor Sadly though no one wants a family anymore From the generation that has now been born
love is nothing to pease war is death to us all between god an angels the war is small to us love is all peace inposible war always untll we are dmned etween devils and god we're left for dust
Break away from everything. Are you aware of whom you are? Remember when you were little and you knew Exactly what you wanted in life?  
Silently angry of an arguab
When I first laid eyes on your goregous caramel skin, round brown eyes, and cheeky smile I nearly fainted And so did my parents I could not keep this love a secret I would not have it
I saw ribs, I saw bones, I ad-libbed, My lungs filled I with stones. I saw her eyes; Green like the sea, Looking up at cloudless skies; Bel esprit. Who; Can I be?
Do you think she knows? The way she moves, Giggling-groveling-grooving She cares too much of who approves.   Do you think she knows? How she makes the world turn, Living-loving-leaping,
You wear a mask like me. We can both see it, But neither of us have the courage to say it. You always go above and beyond for me:    You sacrificed your time       To relieve my pain
I’m not who you think me to be; I’m not a sweet innocent girl, waiting or searching for love. I’m not a delicate little flower, waiting to bloom.  
Never finish last Staying above average
I love my dimples I love bellowing laughter I love being loud.   I love violin I loe making punny jokes I love seeing smiles.   I love uniqueness Because I am not like you
Bam, Bop, Slam. The doors were shut tightly behind me. Lock and key and keyed and locked. It was this day that I left behind that I realized I was not meant to be a lover. I was not meant to be a lawyer.
Who am i? 
I wear old coats of treason and Smiles made of brittle silver on the Cliff. all the Fish talk to me as if I am who I say I am.   They gobble it up one by one and I hide away in the night with my words
A shy girl who was often bullied; criticized for the way she dressed, way she talked, way she walked...  The leader of a world that no other person has seen; She is a mastermind in hiding...
At first it was all a peice of cake, then i realized i was insane. Most of the time i just want to give up. When did life get so tough? I started to belive I couldn't do it,
Finding the good in everything, has always been my talent. 
Beauty Seeks its passion in every way,shape,and form. like a soft wind that blow,like every flower that blooms,like every inch of grass that grow, beauty seeks a rose. Like a kiss on the cheek,beauty seeks a rose.
Remember the times
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
I would truly love to know How I appear in your eyes From my form to my demeanor Your opinion would be nice Do I seem to fit in? Or even care about that at all You would be surprised to hear
The feel of the breeze  swept across my skin 
me
Intelligent, Confident, Brave, and Beautiful, four words that I thought never lived in my identity, look behind those words and you'll see their opposites,
I probably look like any other girl you may see around your school or your neighbor hood
My heart sank like a rock thrown into a pond. Chills went all over my body, as if I jumped into the cold ocean. It went quite, like everything froze around me. I lost thought for words, as if my mind just left.
In the hallways of school, surrounded by unfamilair faces. Feeling alone, and as I walk through the lonely hallway, the only person I can find a friend in is myself. 
Let me paint a picture,
I was poured from the well of the sky, where even the rain is pure Trickling from the bucket, where I froze into the mold I was made to be
This cloak that drapes off my shoulders, It hides the truth that lies beneath. A power and strength that could move boulders, Is the same that tied an anchor around my feet. I have a mask that hides the true me,
On the outside, I am cold and restless Afraid to step outward, scared of the light I wear my social anxieties like a necklace For fear of humanities blight Upon my steel trap of a mind  
Do you know what it is? Is it there? Did you make it up? How long did it last? A day, a week, a month? Six months, a full year?
When I write, I don't need to be heard I write for me, not for you or him or her, When I write, It's for creative expression not for people to judge, harm or hurt when I write, i feel better 
The girl who seduces everyone that's who I was trying to be I ended up with troubles
Change. To change oneself; what a contriversial issue. "Never change yourself" they say. "Be yourself" as if that was the only way. But I disagree. For we all change. Change for the better.
I remember the shouting. Hearing the screams behind closed doors.
  I’m different from most people, in a amazing way; Lots of people hate on me because I always have something to say.
There is a girlWho is crazy and strange;Who is often upbeat;Who rarely likes change.There is a girl
My brain was stupidMy heart was blindMy body was fat.I would do anything to leave.
Don't wear me out with storms of false impression The rain does not hit me and make me wet and cold Your winds erode my delicate vista away  Hold on to your hats, you cannot hold the ground  
There is a way That God meant people to be. Many are not that. But some are. And if the time comes, I wish to be counted among them.   May I break bread with beggers. May I cry with the broken.
The chains are gone, and I can finally walk
You never understood why I loved the rain. Or why I would kick off my shoes and dance, Even though my clothes got soaked. You just went inside and watched from the window.  
My mind has seasons of its own.....crashes by stainless pressure critical remarks of laughter that i dont find amusing
12:00 ,  March 19, 2014   Today is my birthday. And even though the feeling of one more year was liberating, I couldn’t help but notice
It’s funny:
What makes me tick. What makes me tick. Life. Life makes me tick. The feeling of not knowing my tomorrow makes me tick.
Through my eyes I see, The angel within me, The blood of virtue in his veins, As he casts his divinity.   Through my eyes I see, The devilish rebel of sin, As his relentlessness rises,
The Invisible Tyrant. He haunts my day’s dreams, spits fire from his eyes; a merciless king. He shelters Pride’s silence, and savors my pleas, he coddles the darkness that tackles my screams;
Everyday I see the tradgedies around me, But yet I never think to change something that is within my own range.  To provide love and happiness  to those that only know fear and lonlieness, 
Sometimes I feel like I am a lie. Not my life, but myself. Looking into the mirror I see…             Past the small-lipped grin             Past the curious eyes What Am I?
There are pieces of me that that get lost sometimes,
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend. with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue. i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
The girl in the mirror always wanting to differ. Wanting to be slim , not wanting to suffer. But that girl in the mirror, is not really me. She is of my imagination, what I believe I see.
You ask what I would change myselfWell, my friend, you seeThere's nothing I wish to change in myselfBe I'm perfectly flawed as me  
What is in my way? In the way of my dream? Incorrect phrasing. Who is in my way? Is it the society that surrounds me? No. Is it my dad who wants me to be a money-maker? No.
If I want to Change My perspective on the world I must change myself
The world is wrong; I see that; but I dont change it; thats the worse; so I need to chang myself
The world is wrong; I see that; but I dont change it; thats the worse; so I need to chang myself
I am not a transcendentalist 
Fight to stay alive, fight to keep  the boiling blood in my veins, fight to keep myself moving in this messd up place we call our world. To fight will take endurance, to fight will take skill that only  a few of us possess.
I made the man in the
What would I change? Myself. Of all things I wish I could change, that is the only one I can I have changed myself before, yet, in order the go where I please  I need to save myself - Change me
So I am Living, breathing, moving, What for, who shall move me? I move myself, but why? I watch myself from time to time Watching in awe, who am I? I am no one, but really I am everyone.
dear sweet babie poetry i love you as a soulmate becuse not to love you is to hate myself
                                                                                                   
The Whitest Soul I may be,
It's a sad, sad world Filled with too many disappointments And I'm so tired of it So damn tired And as if crying about it helped It just makes me hate myself even more  
Life is a wonderful gift from God However, it is not always pleasent  Hollywood has brain washed us in thinking there is a"perfect body" if we dont, then we look  ugly   People pointing people laughing
I am a composite monster My Grandmother’s eyes Father’s nose Mother’s ears Medusa and mermaid am I A snake’s legs Fish’s feet Cat’s wings I steal from those that I’ve met
I don't understand myself.I look in the mirror and have no idea how as to how the sparkle in my eye got there.I can't even begin to imagine how my soul works or my mine or my state of being.
I am from houses, From old neighborhoods and drenched cities I am from tablets used for drawings Colorful, amusing Clean stroked lines   I am from movies nights and eating out
One Day I will conquer the world, Show the world what I am, Who I am and where I come from. I will storm the world like a rocket.   I will feel empowered, And take my clothes off.
I wait and watch to hear my name, I wait until to see what tomorrow brings, I wait and I find myself listening, hoping, and dreaming.   Ohio brings what Arizona cannot, Humidity, winter, blazing summers
Myself; As expansive as the ocean, Yet also a wanderer within its great depths. With no thought at all I flow with its motion, But resistance is found when I consider my breadth. Deeper than the submarines,
I was told to write a poem, a poem describing myself. Myself is like this poem forced to be written a certain way. Not too long, but not short sometimes funny, happy, and sad.
  Ms. Blanchard told us, A poem you should write in this format tonight. Don’t worry class, You’ll get it done fast. I am seventeen and I came from here. Yes, Georgia is where I am from.
inspired by: nmiller14   Why nobody wants to see me? I mean of course they look at what they choose to look But just at my face and not my mind They see my skin tone and my demeanor And think it'll be easy to perceive me as a hoodlum based on my d
Am I like a star, That shines so bright at night; Or am I like a plane, That just takes off in sight.   I am like myself, In control of my own life; And I will always be like me, myself,
My writing is Heard by those Who want to know it   My writing is Touched by inspiration At its best   My writing is Seen by those Who have imagination  
What do you do When no one understands you  Being looked as stranger Crazy, weird, deranged  But nobody know me, t he real me  That's waiting for the right one to come and  set me free
  Me, myself, and I They come out when I write No one to judge them No one to contradict them They are who they are Liked or not
Being rewarded: to receive something for doing something. It's a great feeling whether it be cash or whatever with we're dealing.  It sort of a mental healing.  To feel accepted and recognized,
I write this poem is for you,Because you have an honest soul,Because you've cried yourself to sleep at night at least once before.
A solitary pencil drags itself, forlornly, estatically, and furiously, across a lined page. A page that was  previously devoid of any emotions.   
I will not be a princess, Who is stuck in that awful tower. Waiting for a stranger to come rescue me.   I am a woman,
What have done again? My goodness you did that wrong. Stop stop stop do it this way. I swear men your killing me. Is like talking to the wall with you. Can you ever get anything right?
What have done again? My goodness you did that wrong. Stop stop stop do it this way. I swear men your killing me. Is like talking to the wall with you. Can you ever get anything right?
Shivani comes from Shiva. I was named after the Hindu god of destruction. Isn't it ironic though, how I don't consider myself Hindu anymore? I don't know what or who I am. But maybe it fits.
I am...strong, loyal, patriotc. I care about my country and my fellow brothers at arms. Brotherhood is significant to me. Knowledge is imperative to me. Trustworthiness is considerable to me. Striving for exellence in all I do. I am myself...
I am a smart but quiet individual                                                                                                                 I'm clear yet cloudy, sure but unsure, simple though complex                                         
I am a smar but quiet individual                                                                                                                  I'm clear yet cloudy, sure but unsure, simple though complex                                         
I was born by myself I do not need anyone else Walk by myself Trust nobody else Go about it myself Believe in myself I even celebrate myself
"Talk to people" "Express yourself" So easy for them to say that And believe that I'll actually listen But what was I to do? I couldn't make casual conversation I had no words to say
Am I good enough? But wait, why am I stressing out? Just do my best, that's all I can do this I can do this I can do this Telling myself wasn't good enough. Isn't good enough
The artificial smiles, the spewing lies, The uninterested lovers, and partners in crime, The "must focus" and pushes as the way to the door, The success of our futures is what we were here for,  
I am the cold hard truth   The innocence that defines my youth   The carried weight of the two   Their love and care give me value  
Why write something down When it’s simplier to say it, speak it, shout it, tell the world? Why write something down When it can be erased, burned away, tarnished, or torn to shreds? Why write something down, at all?
She lies in bed with me at night, She pushes me to fight, She’s the fire that ignites, And inspires me to write, She says everything will be alright, And from the mirror looks into my eyes,
Never forget who you are Thats what my mother told me That advice took me far Unfortunately that couldn't be.
When I was little, I thought I had the whole world to myself. My selfish desires transpired into a song I felt everyone needed to hear. A song that sings millions Though words are mute But to me,
Is it selfish to want to be free? Is is selfish to want to be safe? This wall of words i built This world of characters i live in These are my sheild
So this is my first poem on here. What is it supposed to be? Is it supposed to be about me? Do I show who I am, As if my clothes are sheer? Or should I just go grab a beer.
Who are you? Why do you follow me? I dont understand why you wont let me feel free. Your voice echos in my head and I cant shake you out. All you do is insult and shout. But who are you? Your not who you should be.
On the trip of life there was a wondering soul, Looking for her purpose was her goal. Long brown hair and curious eyes, She’s very independent, on not many she relies. Trying to see the good in everyone around,
I don't need your pessimism. I don't need your false hope. I don't need your tears. I don't need your pain. I don't need your broken heart. I can do bad all by myself.
In the darkest hours That I live in fear I want to kill myself For all this hate in me It's a new hope for me To believe in my self To change myself to be anew
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