I am only human.
I am very human.
I am barely human.
I am rarely human.
I am never human.

The human brain is an awful thing to live with but it sure makes good writing.

Peaceful words
Let you thoughts float amongst the skies
Beautiful heart
Let the greatness of your actions inspire other souls
Endless possibilities
Let the power of your vision lead you to your goals.

Walk away from the pain and agony
Take the steps to eternal joy
It's your life don't let anything else take authority
Don't let negativity play you like a toy
Live a life you feel is worth living
Remove the doubts that are holding you back
Push until you reach the life you've always been dreaming.

Be out of your mind
Be unique and shine ,
Twinkle through the darkness like a star
Don't let people with judgmental words harm you
They don't even know who you truly are.

Free verse.

It’s not an easy thing for me

To just let the words flow (free)

And not to worry about the structure,

The meter,

The intervals in time,

And making it rh—



…I need control

It’s hard for me

To express myself freely

Don’t you see?

It’s what I need

But I plead

To speak free



If you have to ask,

It’s a mask

So that I can unwind

With some sort of structure to hide behind



Structure.

That’s easy…



But free verse.

It’s not an easy thing for me

The rhymes coach me on what to say

But to come up with this all on my own…

I’m stuck.

Right now, as I am writing this, I am stuck.

I’m only telling you this because I truly and honestly can’t think of something fitting to say

That line was way too long.

Should I break it up? NO

It’s free verse! Just say what you feel

But I feel like this isn’t good enough



New stanza.

Because poems need stanzas

Good poems have stanzas

Good poems have structure

But this isn’t really about the poem…



Am I good enough?

Every beginning starts in its own lovely way,
Sometimes easily, a quick slip that leads the way without any effort,
And then there's the ones that take all the patience and faith you have in your being.

But both lead to the same place.
And that's where I always get stuck.

In between here and there,
Between the start and finish,
Left without real directions
Except for the thought

Where do we go from here?

And that's as far as I get every time,
While I sit and watch the beginning fade like it never even happened.

A silly and unlikely scenario… but if just a couple words were changed, would it still sound preposterous?*



From a very young age

I knew I was a little different from the other kids:



They all wrote with their right hands,

But I always felt compelled

To pick up that crayon

With my left hand.



But I was terrified that all the other kids

Would make fun of me for being different

And that my family

Would shut me out…



I later found out that there is a name for this

And that I was not alone:

I learned that I was “left-handed,”

And that this is true for roughly 10% of the world



I spent a lot of time building the courage

To come out about my

Preference.

Then one day I couldn’t bear to keep my secret any longer…



I told everyone that I was left-handed

And you know what?

My family said that they would love me

No matter what hand i wrote with.

Some of my friends thought it was a little weird

But for the most part, they were okay with it..

Some weren’t. But hey,

They weren’t my true friends anyway



It’s tough being a south paw

In a right-handed world

But I have faith

That one day

It will be fully accepted and normal

And that lefties will one day be able

To proudly show their true selves

Without being made to feel strange

..............When      your
     head                      won't
stop                              turning
      it's             ­           hard
              to        sleep..............