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 Nov 2014 Virtuous
nivek
whistling
 Nov 2014 Virtuous
nivek
when the wind whistles;
she whistles for you.
Sometimes, we seem to lose sight of who we think that we are;
Something can happen, and it feels as if we are broken into pieces.

You forget who you are,
You forget why certain things in life had or have meaning to you,
You forget how to smile with the same enthusiasm as you once had,
You forget why you found happiness around certain people or in certain events,
You forget your reason for living.

Yet, you pick yourself back up, give yourself a pat on the back and carry on.

You remember how to smile,
You remember how to laugh,
You remember how to be yourself,
You remember how to live again, and go on with your life as if nothing had ever happened.

In each relapse and recovery, however, a small piece of yourself is lost in the process. You cannot feel it, but you can see it when you take a step back and reflect upon the past.

An old habit is replaced with a new fixation,
A new characteristic has taken over in your personality,
An old friend is no longer on speaking terms with you,
A plethora of old notes and keepsakes were destroyed in an erstwhile fit of rage,
A sweet memory turned sour by a recent event.

Each time we fall into this cycle, we lose a small piece of ourselves.
We change, sometimes for the better, but sometimes for the worse.
Some never leave the cycle, while others simply relive it one too many times.

Valuable people, places, memories, recollections, and thoughts lost to the past, pieces of you that you tried to keep but ended up losing in the process. You don't want to change, you don't want to leave these pieces behind.

But each time you break you forget to pick up the pieces that fall off of you, or you lose them. You can never fully heal and return to the way you were before you shattered into shards. Without certain fragments, you can never be put back together the same way.

Yet, people grow, people change. These missing pieces grow back and manifest in new and strange ways, and it isn't all anxiety and melancholy.

Eventually, we can learn to live, love, learn, act, and behave freely once more; we can use the new pieces of ourselves to change into something great, new, exiting. We can flourish in another form, because sometimes, we are meant to be something other than what we had originally started out to be.

Sometimes, we seem to lose sight of who we think that we are;
But then something can happen, and it feels as if we are made whole again.
Life is a maze.
Life is a phase
Life is a craze.
Life decays
Life can amaze
Life can be full of clichés
Life filled with schooldays, holidays, long delays.
Life is a labyrinth, with a Minotaur in the shades
Life is full of constraints
So leave the maze, untangle your hair and meet me in a different cabaret, I'll be there
I'll show you how life is just one big malaise, we need to fill the maze with a blaze of glory.
After all life is a story. The ending the same, we all die, but in between, we runaways from the maze can drop the chains and create our own tales of the maze.
*And those tales can be quite amazing!
This is dedicated to a young poetess that I feel a kindred spirit to.
Life is a maze, together we can find the exit to a happier place and be called survivors.
© JLB
17/09/2014
16:57 BST
 Oct 2014 Virtuous
Skip Ramsey
I
 Oct 2014 Virtuous
Skip Ramsey
I
I am not,
Who I want to be.

I am not,
Who you think you see.

I am not,
Yet journey done.

I am not,
Such a simple one.

I am,
A changing thing.

I am,
Soon to take wing.

I am,
A strong soul.

I am,
Willing to take the toll.
 Oct 2014 Virtuous
J
Future
 Oct 2014 Virtuous
J
So many things have happened
in the past four years.
I have loved.
I have lost.
I have been happy.
I have been sad.
I have been used.
But now I am scared.
I am terrified of what lies ahead.
It is like I am standing in the path
of an oncoming train -
I can see it in the distance,
I know it is coming,
but I don't know when it will hit me.
 Oct 2014 Virtuous
Jenelle
do you ever just sit and think to yourself, "why am I here"?
do you ever wonder what will happen if you died right at this very moment?
do you ever wonder how people's lives would've been if you weren't a part of it?
do you ever wonder if you mean something to everyone you communicate with?

well I do

do you ever wonder if everyone secretly hates you?
do you ever think of yourself as someone who serves no purpose to others?
do you ever think that no one will love you because you're just an ordinary girl/boy?

well I do

do you ever think you're an awful friend and you don't deserve friends at all?
do you ever think that you should just stop trying because nothing ever goes right?
do you ever want to leave, permanently?

**I do
 Oct 2014 Virtuous
nivek
experience is precious
gives a perspective
Unique to you
Life's not a puzzle
Take off my muzzle

It's not aligned
Don't keep me confined

It's not a game
Don't push the blame
Forsaken: crestfallen, and he's been
Vacant, but bestirring himself now to
Once more go out on a limb to seek,
If haply he could a new find pronto,

A girl who'd like a medicine his heart
Mend and fill, with her rib, the space
In his side with her perfectly cast love,
Fitting unto him for the rest of his days.
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