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“I am not going to be the person
I am expected to be anymore”

I heard this thought and was
Kind of blown away
Making me question
All sorts of things
Like…

Who do I expect me to be?
Who do others expect me to be?
Am I
Daughter
Wife
Lover
Do I even care?
What do these labels even mean?
Why can’t I label me Friend?
Is there anything expected of
An acquaintance?
I am trying on new labels

Poet
Writer

Whatever the label
Poet, daughter, wife, maybe even friend
These masks sit a little uncomfortably upon me
And…

What of the unspoken and often unseen labels

Broken
Weird
Crazy

Do these fit me any better?

I don’t think I have ever been
The person others expected

Certainly not myself!

How extraordinary!
“I’m not going to be the person
I am expected to be anymore”

Kelly Rose
9/19/2014

Heard this in a commercial and it hit a nerve  
Someone asked me to post an old poem and I give others the option of posting an older poem that touched them - it is a lovely experience
In a crowded place
I got a glimpse of you
Seeing the smile on your face
Makes me wanna smile too.

Staring at your direction
The world is in slow motion
Watching your graceful walk
Hearing an angel's voice as you talk.

The beating of my heart
Says how much I was amazed by you
I know, this is the start -
The story of me and you.

Oh baby, you have no clue
How captivated I am by you;
From the day we first met, I knew
I have fallen for you.*

<3
A poet writes
about truths,
what is, and what is not...
a poet writes about nature,
people....the sun, moon and stars,
a poet dares to feel...to see the whole world...


A poet writes...
to vent his/her own shares of  joy
of agony...and aches...miseries...afflictions
as well as those of the others'
a poet reads...sees through someone else's eyes,
face...words...voice...and actions...

A poet writes,
to euphemize the sharp truths and facts in life
make them less painful to the ears
to at least, soften the pointed edges of every trial...to hurt less
to pad the impact of a fall...from frustration and despair
and, through words...encourage one...to rise...when fallen...

A poet writes
to cite reasons...so a hurting one would believe again
have faith in life...in love...again
to reach out...to those who have gone far, in the dark
and take them back to the fold ...of the bright side...

A poet writes...
to tell the woes of those oppressed
the world over
those tortured...violated...and killed
of children abused
their future stolen away from them...

A poet writes
of how nature has been exploited...and maltreated
how human beings
would one day disappear,
how nature...would be around.......no matter what...

A poet is sensitive
observant
and vigilant...
A poet is compelled to see and tell all truths...
truths of yesterday...those that are here now...happening
and those of tomorrow.....and beyond...
All these,
A poet must write...
...nothing more
...and nothing less...


Sally

Copyright January 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



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***Guys, you may add your own ideas.....please do...the list is endless...***
Roses are red, violets are blue,
You changed my life making me live anew.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
You know what I want even without giving you a clue.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
My love for you is truer than true.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
I feel like I'm the luckiest coz I have you.
It's been so long since I last posted a poem. Thanks for reading :)
Your skin is my sky
That contains all the stars
Your arms are a magnet
That don't let me go far

Your hair are the dark
That are my night
Your embrace is my sigh
That holds me so tight

Your lips are my water
That is so pure
Your kiss is my medicine
That have my wounds cure

Your mouth have my words
That become my rhyme
Your body is my space
That makes me forget time

Your fingers are my flowers
That are laid in your hand's park
Your neck is my canvas
That contains my bite's mark

Your eyes are my moons
That shine so bright
Your smile is my sun
That gives everything light
 Feb 2016 GitacharYa VedaLa
Born
We all walk the same path
How far we travel depends only on ourselves
© Ibrahim
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