Out of all the things in this world to fear,
Most of us are afraid to love.
We feel like we've been set ablaze,
Never to raise from ash,
But we've only felt the burn.
It was your turn.
You were meant to be broken,
Only to prove how durable you are.
A smooth sea does not make the sailor.
So take every last one of those toxic thoughts
Put them all in a box and light a match
Because that is not what you are.
You are the culmination of everything before you,
And everything you endure,
Thus making you the vessel of love.
If the people who created you
No longer reside side by side,
Just remember that the entire universe
Went out of its way to send two souls
Through eventual agony
Just for the opportunity to bring you upon this Earth.
You never asked to be born,
You didn't request to live,
So why would you spend your entire being
Questioning why you're here.
Give yourself a purpose to this world.
They can only guide you, but you,
You are the only person you truly have to listen to.
There is everyone else in this world, and there is you.
You can take everything that you've heard,
The compliments, the ridicule,
The encouragement, the hindrance,
And then how it all effects how you live your life
Is how you choose to react to it.
Prove them all, right and wrong.
This is hardly poetry at all, I know
But I don't care if anyone feels this,
This is how I feel.
When this began, there was no premeditation
As to how the structure of this would go.
I merely pour myself out like a kettle
Onto this digital loose leaf for me.
As time goes on, I'll grow morose
For no apparent reason.
The subconscious haunts us.
The weight of the world,
The burden of childhood,
And the load of adulthood
Will wear your head down
Until your teeth become the remnants of sidewalk chalk,
And when that happens, play hopscotch.
There isn't much in this world to look to,
So you make **** sure that it is you.
You, you bodacious, beautiful being that you are.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
Out of all the things in this world to fear,
Most of us are afraid to love.
We feel like we've been set ablaze,
Never to raise from ash,
But we've only felt the burn.
It was your turn.
You were meant to be broken,
Only to prove how durable you are.
A smooth sea does not make the sailor.
So take every last one of those toxic thoughts
Put them all in a box and light a match
Because that is not what you are.
You are the culmination of everything before you,
And everything you endure,
Thus making you the vessel of love.
If the people who created you
No longer reside side by side,
Just remember that the entire universe
Went out of its way to send two souls
Through eventual agony
Just for the opportunity to bring you upon this Earth.
You never asked to be born,
You didn't request to live,
So why would you spend your entire being
Questioning why you're here.
Give yourself a purpose to this world.
They can only guide you, but you,
You are the only person you truly have to listen to.
There is everyone else in this world, and there is you.
You can take everything that you've heard,
The compliments, the ridicule,
The encouragement, the hindrance,
And then how it all effects how you live your life
Is how you choose to react to it.
Prove them all, right and wrong.
This is hardly poetry at all, I know
But I don't care if anyone feels this,
This is how I feel.
When this began, there was no premeditation
As to how the structure of this would go.
I merely pour myself out like a kettle
Onto this digital loose leaf for me.
As time goes on, I'll grow morose
For no apparent reason.
The subconscious haunts us.
The weight of the world,
The burden of childhood,
And the load of adulthood
Will wear your head down
Until your teeth become the remnants of sidewalk chalk,
And when that happens, play hopscotch.
There isn't much in this world to look to,
So you make **** sure that it is you.
You, you bodacious, beautiful being that you are.
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