No matter what they say
GOOD enough

No matter what they say
TOUGH enough

No matter what they say
SKILLED enough

No matter what they say
SMART enough




My affirmations. This is based on a drawing I did two years ago which I hang in my room so its the first things I see in the morning and the last thing at night. There are days that I smile at it. There are days that I can't stand the sight of it. There are days that I wanna show it proudly to people. There are days that I want to tear and forget it ever existed. But I don't. Its easy to think negative, that 'I am not' and admittedly, I still feel this way. But little by little, I'm starting to believe in myself. When I say and think 'I am', I claim it. And soon, I will receive it...

When one is treated
poorly, lesser than human
It becomes their truth

And it affects them
Crippling their good spirit
Stripping the colours

No matter the race
No matter what they believe
They are still human

Look at their beauty
That radiance that's within
Deeper than their skin

Black, White, Asian, Mixed
Yes, culturally different
But born of one race

We are all human
Don't remain blind in one eye
Embrace all of us

In a world of such tension, it pains me to see division...
The world becomes more and more ugly by the day. People forget thee beauty that is all around us...
JAC 5d

The sea has a way of forgiving
without apologizing for anything.
She swims far from humanity
yet she invites us in,
she pulls at our sands
and it lulls us to relief
while offering sustenance
and cold, sweet belief -
but when she wants us out,
she throws us like ships,
pieces of a hard-lost board game,
and if we try to resist her,
she takes us in,
and she apologizes,
but does not forgive us.

For my darling, the sea.

Could this be
the very sea
that carries me
from poem to poem?

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam?
What a fun dream
When I was young
Life just begun

Follow his steps on the right path
And for top prize
My shining eyes
See paradise?

Jesus wants me for a sunbeam?
I don't think so.
In fact, I know -
He's told me,
So ....

For some reason woke up this morning with the Sunbeam hymn in my head and decided to write something.

Only men who wield a sword
Could fight in a battle
And women were frightened
As they were seen as fragile

At home they stood still
And wished for strength
To be in the battle field
And their loved ones defend

Faith was in their heart
And peace in their scope
They held the last shards
With glimmers of hope
- Credit to the author.

The Graces of White
the women were known as.
Under the damnation of war
and blood
and fire, there was one sanctuary
they could retreat to.
A place of marble and ivory, of still
pools and nature.

Though all of them had the black stench
of fear, they stood in the still pools.
Quiet. Trembling.
Orisons left their mouths under the gold
dust of this holy place

They were not like their counterparts.
They had no swords or arrows to wield.
They were not of the Dragonsouls.
They could not see themselves knee-deep
in bodies.

They clasped at the pearls.
A shaft of light appeared above them.
In body, the Graces of White were no Dragon
The shards of hope were in all, man, woman
and child.
Woman, feeble in body, glimmer of hope on
rheir hearts
For they are the eyes of this hellish storm
- By me

This is something I had to do...
in a moment of weakness, I compromised my beliefs of being a wordsmith, and I never got over the guilt of it either. I won't deny or run from it. I surrender and own up to my mistake wholeheartedly because I want to start this page honestly. Only The Graces of White is mine. Now, this poem is my heartfelt apology to the writing craft, fellow poets as well as truth. This poem is my atonement, for I will never take for granted the power of the pen again.
I won't doubt myself or my belief in myself.
I really am sorry...
By Lyn

Is there any faith in a single voice,
Lost in a crowd of mute supporters,
And swallowed by the noise
Of ignorant and arrogant bastards?

I'm done with living in the dark
I'm done with all these razor blade scars
No more depression pills
It's time to turn this life around
Yeah I'm homeward bound
Time to lift up and change my sound
I'm done with depressing lyrics
I'm done with being the victim
When I'm the one who put myself in that position
Yeah memories can stay in the past
Right where they belong
I'm singing a brand new song
Hope you're all willing to come along

©2017 Written By Benji James

You can never steal my confidence
you mouse-trap of the mind.
You can never steal my belief
you rusty dead-end sign.
Your purpose is only to cause me strife
But you're not stealing it
You're not stealing my life.

fuck off :)

Something close to my heart is... everything.
If you look deep within the organ you'll see
Everything that makes me, me.

It's a large sparkling layer coated in camoflauge and rainbow jewels
with great white sharks swimming in glitter pools.

If you look to the left you'll see all the pets I've ever owned
To the right are all the neighbors, bosses, teachers & community members I've known.

Look down and you'll see every best friend that I've ever made
from beginning to start, they're down there because I love them all from the bottom of my heart.

Look towards the top where all the best memories crowd,
Universal Studios, Challenge Day, catching bullfrogs big & loud...

Straight ahead is ALL my love
encased in a bubble of belief
Protected by swords of kindness with empathy sheathes

Fenced off with magic and power,
it grows bigger every passing second, minute, hour.

One day the bubble will burst,
Sending love, belief and magic EVERYWHERE, outwards, aglow!!!

It just takes the right person to do so.

he has the key

Each time you tumblr down to the beginning,
You're actually closer than ever
to bypassing all the mistakes from past trials
and finishing your future endeavor.

It is easy for lots to give up, they tried and now they're done.
Whatever they were facing, it hit them harder, and it won.

A turning point is to realize there's no limits to what you can do
With control in your hands, and a strong mind, there's nothing you can't pursue

Those who're unhappy will protest your lifestyle and that's ok
Keep on doing what makes you happy, much to their dismay

Don't let anybody tell you how to live or what to believe
You'll never see it the same way, only you can perceive

What is magic? What is happy? Why are you sad?
What does music mean? Who are you? Is anyone truly 'bad'?

Everyone lives in their own world, and I'm happy to see
As long as you don't go pushing your world's laws on me.

It's the most beautiful freedom that no one sees the world exactly the same

So just keep living life, and make up your own rules for the game.

:) <3
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