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I don't know who I am exactly...

and I think I'm ok with that.

Because I get to choose who I'm going to be every day

when I wake up in the morning.

As far as tomorrow goes,

I hope the sun shines through my window...

I need a warm reminder that brighter days lie ahead.

I need help to rise with a pep in my step,

hopefully with productivity and a plan in mind.

Because this year...

I will brave the treacherous aisles of the grocery store in the days before thanksgiving.

And I will be nothing if not gloriously triumphant in my quest.

I hope.

I pray.
Steve Page Oct 11
Written by R Kelly
As sung by Bonnie Prince Billy

I am a mountain
I am a tall tree
I am a swift wind
Sweeping the country

I am a river
Down in the valley
I am a vision
And I can see clearly

If anyone asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look them in the face and say

I am a giant
I am an eagle
I am a lion
Down in the jungle

I am a marching band
I am a people
I am a helping hand
I am a hero

If anyone asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look them in the face and say

I'm that mountain peak up high
I'm that star up in the sky
Hey I made it
I'm the world's greatest

I'm that little bit of hope
with my back against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the world's greatest

In the ring of life, I'll reign, love
And the world will notice a king
From tbe movie Lean on Pete.
Benton James Oct 8
Webster’s dictionary defines 'jaded'
as “made dull, apathetic,
or cynical by experience
or by having or seeing
too much of something.”

Let me tell you about my divorce.
Left me destitute with no remorse.
Thought it was a match made in heaven
But how could it be when it was forced?
Three months living in a blissful ****
There was no way we could tell.
My wife left me, abandoned me
In our apartment by myself.
She said she didn’t love me anymore
As she walked out the door
She filed for our divorce
Using $200 I had saved up, of course.
It seemed like she unraveled my universe
And as if things couldn’t get any worse
She was pregnant with my daughter
And tried to keep me away from her.
It seemed like every day I was cryin’.
I didn’t even care if I was dyin’.
Pain was so bad it’s like my heart
was ripped out of my chest by a lion.
Yah, and it’s like...

I just got tired of carin’
And I just kept starin’
At my hands and my feet
‘Cause I got nothing in between
I am jaded
I am jaded
I wrote this several months ago. Originally, it was a rap, with a lot more to it. I wrote this to help myself and others get over the pain of divorce. Since then, I have healed, but perhaps it may help someone else.
werdnaZ Oct 8
I don't want a shoulder to cry on anymore.
I want to tie my shoes and sprint forward, bounding, leaping towards my goals.
I will make every step with confidence.
I will run straight through every wall, every obstacle, every barrier set in my path.
Nothing will stop me, cause I am the Storm.
And with the speed of lightning and the raging boom of thunder, I won't be stopped.
Kwamé May 3
They say a rose by any other name will still smell as sweet
But what about another color
Will a black rose still captivate the heart
And remind you of love?
Or will it be ****** doomed and cast away
Its aroma enchant you and fill you with **** or will it remind you of death and decay
This ***** is strong
Its stems carry the burden of people forgotten
This ***** is dangerous
Its thorns stab and *****
In the name of vengeance
Vengeance for every rose cast aside for its imperfections
This ***** is beautiful
Its petals flawless and noble
A red rose thrives in the sun and wilts under pressure
But the black rose
Grows in all conditions
Plants strong roots in concrete
and despite the odds
I rise!
Black plight
I made it from the beginning,
I made it from spare parts,
I made it so I could finish,
To then rebuild it from the start.

I made it through the years,
I made it to this minute,
I made it to this world,
To be the only left in it.

I made it through adversity,
I made it through the pain,
Hey. I made it Mr.
I made it here again.
sara Jul 31
Nobody knows
how many tears
it took to get here;
just sat in a coffee shop.

You are my friend…..


One of maybe two or three
I give that label to
and now you’re moving far away
I don’t know what to do

Of all the people in my life
you're one I like the most
And when you’re gone I fear I’ll be
a lost and empty ghost


In rough times you could make me laugh
No matter if crying
That’s how it was for you and I
Song birds always singing


Seldom in life those come along
with whom you just connect
No effort needed to belong
Each other, you both get

In a dark sky, you’re my North Star
Beacon of light and hope
But now it’s just an empty space
Left with six feet of rope

Selfishly, I would almost do
just about anything
If I could get you not to leave
Forever we could sing

But doing so would mean that you
Would live life in a cage
Taking away what makes you, You
It wouldn’t be the same

I’m not that selfish even though
the pain rips at my core
I’d take it for eternity
If it meant you weren’t sore

My dearest friend I hope you know
I love you very much

And even though you won’t be close;
Can not reach out and touch


I know we’ll talk and even see
each other time to time
When touching base or catching up
To know each other’s fine

But like a tide, sometimes in life
Friendships will ebb and flow
Each person has a life to live
And down a path we go

And even in those times when we
might drift further apart
You’re someone I’ll always hold near
and cherish in my heart


Fly Fly away now little bird
Go off and spread your wings

And I’ll wait here ‘til you return
When once again we sing
Written: June 21, 2018

All rights reserved.
And like a bird
She flies away.
She sings her song in ultimate joy.
Her heart flutters.
Singing what comes to mind.
Soon as she is approached.
She flies away.
The wind beneath her arms.
She goes higher and higher.
Stopping in mid air,
Her arms tired & sore.
The life she deserves isn't far.
Gliding towards the horizon.
Soon as she finds peace.
It is easily disturbed.
Looking around to find the best place.
Seeking shelter she flies further.
Appearances aren't at all what they seem.
For this she is labeled and taken for granted.
Curiously placing one foot in front of the other.
Veering the opposite direction.
Her heart falling faster and faster.
They don't know her worth.
She flies higher and higher
E Mar 31
In this life, feet catch fire
and
people burn

Remember your dream
when
it is your turn

You will see your ashes
but
you will manage to breathe

If
you sustain the flames
inside
your dreams

Your ashes will float
and
shimmer like gold

You will rise as a
Phoenix
with wings to behold
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