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Words can fill up a novel.
Words can drip off a page.
They fill you up and carry you to new lands.
Islands to explore, different lives to live.
Words come.
Words are carefully chosen to express connect, and excite.
Words tell of glorious times, elegance, and wisdom.
But words aren't always illuminated by a rainbow,
Painting a perfect Picasso you gaze into in wonder.
I have found, words come.
In all stages of life, words come – and we accept them.
Starting young we learn them.
Growing older we use them, and not always to say nice things.
Words come in various shapes and forms,
meaning a world of lovely and uncomforting things.
They guide us, educate us, but also hold us down
Like rocks in our pockets.
Hesitant to remove them,
More that too often we choose to throw them.
Words come.
I find I write better poetry at 11 o'clock at night. This was one of those "I'll write it in the morning" poems that I chose to write immediately on paper. When I write like this, the poem is written in one go. What I write is what I get.
Blend or change, cover up or rearrange?
Act dumb or smart, old friends or part?
Explore or hide, work hard or slide?
Be yourself.

Who am I to say what can or cannot be?
Who am I to let the noise of the world carry on without my voice?
Still I have that desire to spill my emotions out of me
like a jar of marbles on a beat-up driveway.

Everything is a challenge, everything is a race.
We are all getting tired, we are going our own pace.
Now, it's our own journey, we take our own course,
Reinventing our own person, not someone else anymore.

Discovery is near, it's just around the corner. Catch it.
You are so close .

I've taken the leap, and ripped off my mask.
I just wanted to meet you, is that too much to ask?

In a society like ours we are hopelessly secluded.
People run around unhappy and overworked,
Losing sight of what makes life worth it.
We are all worth it.

Life is like a set of cracked water colors,
Experiencing the creation of beautiful art.
Though life seems like a ritual of the mundane,
and the motto "keep calm and carry on"
being, stressed, unhappy, and waiting to enjoy life.

Life is the golden sunset we all see on the horizon from time to time,
making everything beautiful.

Because everyone is hiding, looking, searching, believing,
loving, living, needing, giving, LIFE.
I have kept a poetry notebook since 7th grade. This notebook contains many poems, and for a High School Poetry Slam I collected my favorite lines from a variety of my poems to make this one title 'Life'.

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