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Leila The Kiwi Apr 2016
"In order to be irreplaceable,
One must be different"
-Coco Chanel

We may all feel the hunger to fit in
But why would you want to fit in, When you can be unique?

The courage to be yourself in a world full of sheep- in itself- is beautiful
And frankly, the only person you should try to impress, is yourself
At the end of the day who's always there for you?
That's right!
It's you!
Do you want those you love, those you spend the most time with, to remember you when you're gone?
To smile and laugh when they think about you?
Then, be unique
Remove the chains you've wrapped around your neck in order to be "normal"
Spread your wings and let this world see you
Some may be flooded by your boldness
They may become venomous, because they're too afraid to do it themselves
Do not give them the power to dampen your spirit
Hold your head high
Be proud in who you are
Because the rest of us, those who have freed ourselves?
We're waiting for you
And we want to wrap you in a blanket of warmth and kindness
When you're ready,
Come find us

We may all have the hunger to fit in
But why should we want to fit in,
When we can be unique?

l.v.s
Leila The Kiwi Apr 2016
A thin sheet of ice borders the warm sea
You may ask:

"Logically speaking, wouldn't the ice melt away? The water would envelope the ice until, like the sea, it became warm. Your statement doesn't make sense"

I often ask myself that exact question
But, if there's a sudden cold snap and the mighty wind bites at the water,
Cooling it and allowing the ice to take hold
Why doesn't the warmth of the water fight to remain?
Shouldn't that large mass of water be able to swallow the ice before it's smothered and frozen?
If the water is so warm, surely it has that strength
Unfortunately, once the ice is joined by the vicious wind
That warm sea- which had created much joy and laughter, for those lucky enough to witness it- becomes overwhelmed and beaten into submission

Listen carefully, boy
When you gaze into the vast ocean of those eyes, into the very soul, of the woman you love
Maybe, just maybe
You'll realise that some things are more powerful than logic

l.v.s
When I wrote this I was in a writing mood but I wasn't sure what to write about. I decided I'd write about my eyes, which is what the first line is describing. The rest of the poem just flowed out and it's one of the few poems I've been completely happy with form the very beginning.
Leila The Kiwi Apr 2016
Some nights, do you lay in bed
Finding it hard to sleep
Battling with thoughts in your head?

No other choice but to witness old wounds reopen
Like a book you've read a thousand times
You know what's coming
Still, it catches you by surprise
Do you hope, wish and pray that someone was there to wipe your blurry eyes?
Even after all these years you recall each detail
Forced to relive your darkest fears

Some nights, do you lay in bed
Finding it hard to sleep
Battling with thoughts in your head?

Do you?

l.v.s

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