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Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those whom favor fire..
But if I had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great,
And would suffice……..
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Crying her eyes out,
the girl in the ripped dress
has given up on hope
and happiness.
She believes that nobody truly
cares for her.
That she is all alone
in this cruel world.
What she doesn’t know,
is that hope is hiding
from her. She simply needs
to look around, and she’ll see Hope.
The girl in the ripped dress
is much too distraught to think
about looking around, she’d rather
curl into a ball and cry.
Hope is watching her,
patiently waiting
for her to pull herself together
and look up.
Wearing her pure white dress,
Hope waits wanting to give
this poor girl reason to live,
wanting to save her.
The girl doesn’t believe
she can be saved.
She’s just waiting to be
taken away from this world.
Hope lets a single tear run down
her cheek. The poor girl in the
ripped dress doesn’t see how
beautiful she is, inside and out.
But Hope will wait, she is sure
that the poor girl will eventually
look up and see reason
to live.
After all, Hope always says
that she’s never broken,
just bent up a little bit.
Only she can repair herself.
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THE REAL ME
A battle with depression,
a fight she cannot win.
no matter how strong she is,
she knows she’ll give in.
she smiles like she means it,
but her smile is a fake.
each night that she goes to sleep,
hoping she doesn’t wake.
she doesn’t know how she does it,
yet each day she makes it through.
wishing she could turn back time,
wishing she could start new.
each day it hurts a little more,
yet she cannot seem to share,
just how she is really feeling,
she fears no one will care.
she thinks so badly of herself,
but she doesn’t say how she feels.
she’s scared when she says it aloud,
the pain will become to real.
each day is her own battle,
each day she goes through hell.
on her face is a painted smile,
but inside she is not well.
she doesn’t want to be like this,
she desperately wants you to see.
she just wants to smile & be happy,
oh yeah, and that girl is me……….
VERY OLD POEM
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Hey you….
Yes, you.
Stop being unhappy with yourself!
You are perfect.
Stop wishing you looked like someone else, or wishing people liked you
as much as they like someone else.
Stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you.
Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks, love them!
Without those things you wouldn’t be you & why would you want to be anyone else?
Be confident with who you are, “smile”, it will draw people in!
If “anyone” hates on you, because you are happy on yourself then stick your middle finger in the air!
My happiness will not depend on others anymore.
I’m happy because I love whom I am!
I love my flaws!
I love my imperfections, they make me “me”, and “me” is pretty amazing!
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Achieve your dreams:
Life is what happens when you are not looking.
A person of words, not deeds, is like a garden full of weeds.
It’s better to be trusted that to be liked.
The key to happiness and success is to have a dream.
All the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of today you always pass failure on the way to success
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A shell of myself
I embrace the good
Happiness flows within me,
Pouring out
Ruining me.
I snap.
Others are too much.
From euthanasia to rage,
Then back.
The glee leaks out
Leaving an empty shell.
These are my remains,
Sad and bitter.
Hatred for others
Now turned to me.
Former arrogance is now loathing,
Thanks for Life is now hope for Death.
I screw it up inside.
My body scared with secrets.
I lie there, waiting
And it begins again…
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I know your there, I can feel you.
Go away! Not today! I’ve got things to do!
I’ll know in a second, what way you’ll go,
tipping the balance
Between high or low.
I can’t explain you, they don’t know,
Why I’m flying around the room
or ignoring the status quo.
I don’t know where you came from,
Or when you even arrived,
Because, instead of learning how to live,
I’m struggling to survive.
Ahh, it’s you, I know this routine
I’m talking faster and slightly over keen.
You’re not as bad as your alter ego,
He’s dark and mean and vacant…
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Intuition
I see the physical world, but I look deeper.
I hear words spoken, but I listen deeper.
I feel the impact of actions,
but I sense deeper.
I know many things about life, but I discern deeper.
I am an observer of life, noticing patterns, choices, and paths.
I am a participant of life, living in the heart of the moment.
I am a discerner of life, perceiving the underlying love empowering all moments.
I look for love, allowing it to guide my way.
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Tossing and Turning
Tossing and turning
Unable to sleep.
While others happily live their lives
All I seem to do is weep.
Nobody understands;
Nobody can see
The person I am
Is not really me.
Would they like me?
Would they care?
If they knew
The weird thoughts inside my head
Imagining the world if I was dead.
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What Needs to Be Done
There is so much
That needs to be done.
More than just a little,
But less than a lot.
Just a few things
That I need to stop.
I need to stop
Comparing myself to others.
I have to stop
Wishing I was someone else.
I must stop
Putting others ahead of me.
I wish I could stop
Beating myself down.
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