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I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. I jump
You call it falling, I call it flying
I remember when I wanted to be
Anything and everything somehow
Now I’m starting to think:
Was that jus childhood or I am different now?

I haven’t achieved anything yet
I’m ordinary and average
I’m no one you’d remember
The world is not my stage.
 
Still, why do I feel I don’t need any help:
When it’s obvious that I do?
All those people giving me advice,
Why can’t I just listen to you?

Why does it take so long for your words
to sink into my brain?
Why can’t I see how much I lose
And how little I gain?

Why did I make myself this way?
Why can’t I make myself change?
Why can’t I just do it?
Why am I so strange? 

Why are there so many “why?” s in this?
I need to stop making excuses
Stop procrastinating and delaying
I should just get down to it.

There are things I need to do
I need to learn how to talk
I need to start listening now
I need to crawl before I walk

Today, I feel like I’m worthless
Tomorrow I’ll feel fine
I need whatever I’m feeling now
To stay inside this brain of mine.

I’m too young to be worthless
Too young to keep on crying
Too  young to even feel this way
Too young to stop trying

I just need to find the will again;
The will to do something great
Find it, Keep it and never let it go.
“I am the master of my fate” (Invictus, William Henley, 1888)
 Feb 2018 Emma Slootmans
HiJinx
and I don't know /if we're keeping each other / afloat / or drowning hand in / hand
~~<@>~~

The tears of a rose
Will soak and stain
They're from her heart
They're stored up rain

They come from heaven
To flow down thorns
They sing in screams
From her lips torn

They can be acid
To burn the bloom
They can be crystal
Reflecting moons

The rose will open
In dead of night
The tears from petals
Refract the light

They cascade down
Drop from the leaves
For her soul
She sits and grieves

For her soul
The drops fall down
They feed her roots
Under the ground

They bring her back
The legend goes
There's healing in

Tears of a rose


SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/3/2017
I was talking to a friend this evening. Praying with her. She just endured a tremendous life setback. Said she couldn't stop crying. This metaphor came to my mind. This poem is for my dear friend. It is my sincerest hope that it brings healing.

I'm really sorry i haven't been reading. I have excellent reasons, of which some of you are aware. I just don't want you to think that I don't care. I do. I just have a lot on my plate. Thanks for understanding.

♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡
 Feb 2018 Emma Slootmans
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curious
 Feb 2018 Emma Slootmans
hrt
how is it
that sometimes I feel
so full of life
that
my body cannot
contain the joy
that is within me
while sometimes I feel
so empty
that
my body aches
for a hope
that is not there
 Feb 2018 Emma Slootmans
affi
Why are we confident
In the sea of people
But drown
In the drops of intimacy
There is beauty in the way you breathe,
Such perfection weaves paths into my heart,
It's the fact that you can still smile without
My presence that's tearing me apart.

I cannot dwell on the past, I spend
Every night weeping over you,
I'm incapable of letting go,
Powerless though it's unhealthy to do.

It's time for me to give you up,
At least that's what my friends say,
I'm not prepared, I love you too much,
I have lost faith in finding the way.

You are the only thing I care about,
Never have I felt this much before,
What did I do wrong to push you
Into thinking you need something more?

Are there any words I can say
To earn from you another chance?
If I could I would take back all of
The pessimistic "Nos" and "I cants"

I'll change for you, and prove my worth,
Make you understand how deeply I care,
I promise I can flip my life upside down,
I'll be better than I was, I swear.
Written on 11/06/12

Break ups ****.
Feedback?
"What is loves biggest fear?"
He whispered.


"Time."
She spoke back.
This is the part where I close my eyes,
And pretend that I do not exist,
But I still hear doubts in my head,
I can feel my stomach start to twist.

I'm waiting, wishing, listening close,
For an answer, nobody is there,
Instead the silence screams away,
Reassuring me the world doesn't care.

I am only an insignificant speck,
Nothing more than blood and skin,
It's useless to waste anymore time,
Hoping for something better to begin.

Everybody is able to make the choice,
To live their life right or wrong,
The consequences that follow,
Either break us apart or make us strong.

There's so many paths to choose,
Roads winding in every direction,
Everyone else is well on their way,
I'm stuck back at the intersection.

I'm surrounded by high expectations,
I can't ever get away,
There's few places I can go and hide,
Where they can't catch up for a day.

I aim to be the person you need, but
I also want to stay true to myself,
The greater the height you try to set me,
The further I'll fall from your shelf.

You keep pushing for perfection,
I can't change who I am inside,
I could work my hardest to please you,
But neither of us will be satisfied.
Written on 8/2/11
To my mother but really could be about anything. Constructive criticism is always helpful.
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