If the human mind
from its inception
is deceitful in all
of its recollections,
then the human eyes,
which form perception,
must constitute the
greatest deception.
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Words are Overrated
Go to another country and fall in love with someone who doesn’t speak your language.
Then you realize words are just words.
We use them carelessly, wrecklessly, and far too often. We toss words around like rice but whether they fall on deaf ears or pierce souls, we can’t be sure. Once spoken, we relinquish control.
Once they slither from our tongues, they become like mist- impossible to catch, form, or direct.
Like moments and bullets, once out there, words can’t be retrieved.
So communicate with body language, feeling, energies, but use words only when necessary. So much pain and misunderstanding could be skirted if we used less words.
A Poem: “Suffering Is”
Suffering is
the dark cloud
that produces tears
like
rain
watering the flower
of compassion,
enabling it
to
grow.
Free Spirits (Part II)
Due to the high volume of positive responses on my poem “Free Spirits”, I have decided to continue it here. By the way, I am so glad that you all enjoy the writing- it makes me feel special 🙂
Here’s to the free spirits
Who’ve had enough
with the world’s expectations
and society’s bluff.
No, they’re not perfect
but they’re as real as it comes.
Here’s to the free spirits
Yea, here’s to us!
A Rekindled Fire
In a cafe
on Broadway,
I
saw an old flame.
He approached me.
Looked at me
and said,
“What ya know,
I just
saw you sitting
here
while I was
sitting there
alone”.
A Poem: “Your Love is Mean”
Your love is mean
Your love is mean
But you mean so much to me
How can it be?
Your lies, deceit
Your love is mean.
Can’t you see
just what I mean?
Why it’s your love I don’t need
Still you remain inside of me
Your love is mean.
Frozen in Self Doubt
Most of us are our own worst critics. When often, we need to be our own best cheerleader. Sometimes you just need to stop, look back at all you’ve been through, and thank yourself for all that you’ve done.
We’re constantly pushing ourselves forward, while forgetting to look back and reflect. Ironically, if you push yourself too hard for too long, you freeze.
The easiest way to unfreeze yourself is to stop focusing on all you have yet to accomplish and instead focus on all that you already have. Thank yourself. Be proud of yourself. Eventually, self belief will return and your motivation will soon follow.
A Poem I Wrote at Age 11
“Stars”
Why do we call them stars
when the stars are in the sky?
Are they worthy of this name?
Not nearly, and I know why.
While the Stars only shine
when the cameras are on,
the real Stars shine all night
until the crack of dawn.
So why do we call them Stars?
Are they worthy of this name?
No, and if they are
then we are too,
for all humans are the same.
I’m writing this poem
for all the world to see,
that calling the “stars” celebrities
will be just fine with me.
A Poem I Wrote at Age 12
Found this in an old journal of mine and thought it was kind of sweet. It portrays a wise insight told from the eyes of an innocent, inquisitive, and observant little girl (me;).
“Size”
If all size is, is a number
that helps us choose which jeans to buy
then why does it matter so?
I mean why has it caused people to get sick
or sometimes even die
when their real size will never show?
If it’s a guy or friend
who’s telling you your weight is wrong
Then you definitely do not need them
Walk away, be strong.
So tell me if you would,
exactly what does size mean?
Is it the way people judge us?
Or the number on our jeans?
Now life is short
and bodies weren’t made to hate.
So please don’t let life pass you
because you’re worrying about your weight.
Free Spirits
Here’s to the free spirits
Who fall in love
Keep their minds wide open
and their heads up.
And though they’re crushed and broken
They’re still fearless and tough
Here’s to the free spirits,
yea, here’s to us!