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there is something so frustrating about not writing after feeling.
My heart races , but I'm fine
I'm happier than ever but losing my mind:
Things are perfect on the surface,
and it scares me to think
That everything is changing
and will in a blink..
The control slips from my grasp
as my mind floats back into the past;
I'm afraid that everything I know
and everything I see
Will speed by and nothing will
ever again just be.
I keep over-thinking everything in my path..
I just hope this insanity doesn't last,
Forever.
My anxiety has been acting up pretty badly lately because things are changing really quickly and it's a lot to handle.
I know it won't last forever I just hate the way it changes how I think.
They said define okay
Well I guess okay is something I need to say
For people to stop caring
To please their ears
And make them go on
Okay is nonchalant I guess
The air was ****** from my lungs.
I cried and cried and couldn't let-up.
These tears were different--
They brought no release.

A pain so profound
I felt it in my chest, in my head.
My body weakened,
I couldn't move from my bed.
I wanted desperately to go back to sleep
And for all of this to be another awful dream.

Years ago I cried for you,
Today I cry for me.
For I know you're in a better place,
But I'm stuck here
And in my heart a you-shaped hole remains.

I wish the world was blessed enough to know you.
I miss you every day.
I'll never stop missing you, loving you...
So I cry today.
This cigarette
we have met before
and I left you so long ago with that taste in my mouth.
This bourbon
sweet and hot..
we knew one another well once. I am revisiting your heart.
These words
we have fought a war
and I am coming home to fight no more
bruised but done bleeding
forever.
This empty bed
inviting and cold
our commitment is no longer foiled by loneliness.
This apartment
quiet and cool
we have seen the silent devastating fight.
This moment
surreal and full
and I am content to live in this reality
pain and fear and peace
finally.
I was not always this way
Broken
I was happy once
Before they stole it
I did not always assume
They fashioned me this way.

These walls I have were not always here
They were created to protect me
Protect me from the wrong people
The ones with secreted intention

My generosity was once limitless
I would love without boundaries
I could trust
I was free
Most notably I was me

I was sweet
They made me bitter
I was once warm
They made me cold
I was loving once
They made me hate
I was once open
They made me shut myself away

I was Happy
Truly happy once
It all began to fade
Attempting to shelter myself from harm
I built these walls
No love allowed
They changed me
Picking up the pieces to loves bitter tragedies
I remain
Another shattered masterpiece
Sometimes life throws you lemons. You  choose what to make of them.
Believe everything has a life
look deeply into the eyes of it
connect your soul on what you are writing
make a feel of it
flow like a wave
follow the path it takes you to &
get lost into it,

Writing requires no education
it just requires a language to express
writing is a medium where we can express our thought
where every thought can be beautifully calligraph,

Dont write to earn money, as writing is not a profession its a passion
Dont write to gain popularity, as it will disrespect the love of poets
Dont write until you have a deep feeling of it, as deep feeling can be only put into words,

Write like its your lover
Write to cry in the pain of others
Write to be happy in the happiness of others
Write so that every emotion passes through you & every peak can be feel within you,

Everyone has got a pen
Everyone has got a hand
but everyone cant be a poet
a hand may look a solid thing
but under microscope it vibrates energy
and if an energy can be put into power to write
                "You writing will be a weapon to  make difference"                  

Be proud to be a poet
Fools may blame you its a waste of time
But a true poet knows, what writing is
Dont let criticism makes you fall down
as only your word can create excellence
you are original owner of your words
which nobody else can take it
And yes
           " I am a poet"
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