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Mila P Jan 2019
Who am i?
I am a small piece of broken glass. Small enough to cut a finger but big enough to be noticed.
I have scars. does that make me..broken?
I am a piece of glass, unable to unite myself again with another piece of glass. But who am i to say i need to be united?
i am a piece of glass.
i can unite myself with only myself and my broken pieces.
Useless,scared and alone, but strong enough to live.
I am a piece of glass.
I am still here, on this ground.
I might be invisible to the eye, but to myself i am mighty.
I am not a piece of glass.
I am a full glass of water; water as clear as thin air; water which is as important as to survive.
I am an element of my own.
A glass, filled with water, ready to be useful in this cruel world.
I am a piece of glass, and i am the most important.
i am in a difficult position in life right now and i tend to have very low self-confidence,writing this poem made a little bit stronger. It’s a message to all the people out there with no belief in themselves,we are not pieces of glass,we are full glasses and we are important.
Mila P Feb 2019
What are dreams?
Are they little scenes
of the life you imagine having?
Or are they films that make you
think your life through over and
over again?
Dreams are endless; yet they last
for a millisecond.
Dreams are the metaphor of a perfect life;
yet a life you will never have.
Dreams are life.
Mila P Jan 2019
What are feelings?
Are they butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love?
Or are they thunderstorms, that crush you in a matter of seconds?
Or maybe they are small elements in your mind, slowly taking over your thoughts and actions, ripping you apart without you realizing?
Feelings are nothing, but they are everything.
Feelings are deadly,yet beautiful; like a red rose with its striking thorns,bound to break off its stem.
The rose didn't choose to break.
The rose didn't want to fall.
But feelings, feelings take over,
just like they do to anyone.
Feelings are fatal.
Mila P Apr 2019
From the perspective of those who dream;
Follow the sun.
Little rays of hope can create a whole universe of your own.
Follow the sun for it may be your ultimate victory in creating a world filled with goals and desires, that can extend in ways you may never imagine
Mila P Jan 2019
“Mirror mirror,on the wall,who is the greatest of them all?”

“O my dear,i can not tell you this.”

“Why not? Aren’t I the greatest? “

“Dear,if i tell you,you will break me.”

“Just tell me i am the greatest!”

“Sweet girl,you are not the greatest,and you know it. You are a human just like everyone else.

I could tell you what you wanted to hear but i would be lying to you.
Mirrors don’t lie.

You are not the greatest.
You are human.
I’ve been told that humans are not perfect; you have your best features but you also have your flaws.

So how can i tell you that you’re the greatest if you have flaws too?
Accept it. You’re normal,and normal is beautiful.”
Mila P Jan 2019
What are thoughts?
O sweet mind,
you fill me up with your pain.

You have so much to say,
yet you say nothing.

What are your thoughts?
NO, don't tell me.
Don't give me pain
when i don't deserve it.

Yet you tell me;
a million words,
a million more images,
and i am suddenly lost;
Lost in my own thoughts
with nowhere to go.

I don't want to do it,
i don't want to listen to you.

O sweet mind,
you make me suffer.
Sometimes we tend to think too much and we go beyond our thoughts.
It can make us weaker, when we are thinking about something  but we can't express it. Thoughts can be bad, unless we know *** to control them.
Mila P Jan 2019
Go little sparrow,
fly with your wings,
make sure you get away
from all the cruelty this world brings;
Fly away,because you can,
you don't want to stay here
and witness the fall of man.
Go away now,
because some people wish to be you,
and they will do anything in their power
to fly away too;
Use your wings little bird,
you have a special gift that can make you heard.
Fly away to neverland,
you needn't come back to this land.
Mila P Jan 2019
The sweet morning smell of coffee,
the rustling of leaves outside,
a sour taste of January in my mouth,
wait,what is time when we are inside?
Time is an illusion;
present,past,future.
Time is a game in our minds,
which we are bound to follow.
In the night we sleep,
morning we wake up,
afternoon we have coffee
and then we take off our makeup.
Time is an illusion;
so learn to live on no hours,
and learn to be happy with your only human powers.
Time is an illusion; present,past,and future are all together and all now.

— The End —