You're looking for a girl To give you character development; Someone who can sweep you off your feet, And change your life. I can tell you one thing, bucko - She's not gonna be me.
You're looking for a girl Who can make the stars move to the rhythm of her voice. The type of girl who, with a glint in her eye, Sets the world on fire with will alone. You expect me to be that way? Please, most mornings I can hardly get out of bed.
I used to feel like it was wrong to be normal. I used to feel guilty for being average. It took me a while to realize that It's okay to be proud of who I am, Even if I'm as simple and bog-standard as they come.
Do I look like my name is Mary Sue? Bug off, I've got better things to do.
no string is worth cutting if you could thread through the knot carefully without dismantling both endings.
This is a short work that defies my previous poem "the untied knot". Centenarians who have managed to live and love in a lasting relationship left me a lesson that most people nowadays tend to give up easily. In the concept that when something is broken, it is now so easily replaced. People who truly love thread through things carefully, work through pain with grace. I'm not a veteran in these kind of things, but I think it's important to know that even in the tough times, pain teaches us to grow in adversity. However on the flip side, paradoxically, one should not allow themselves to forget their worth when they give their all. It's all a matter of moderation & balance. Here's something I'd like to impart:
moment of grace (n.) the point where people are forced to make a decision that either enables them to transcend a circumstance or succumb to it.
Not meant to be Means nothing to me I am unpersonified, A bounty on every breath I ceased to exist At 5 months conceived I was born a miscarriage, A mistake, a not meant to be Fate has no ties, No threads to weave Im a mess up in the Fundamental tapestry Even god seeks my death To take back what's not mine Defiant, deviant, I don't abide My life is not forfeit Unbound, unbalanced, unknown I fight for the right to LIVE.
Dressed up in bundles of bows, Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years, It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be," Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears, We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years, Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game, It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what *you dream?
Get under my skin, pull at the nerves. It has been a long time since I let you in; you haven’t got a key but you break down the door. You can pack me up with a stamp send me off, be rid, but I’ll only end up on richer shores. If you want to win the lottery simply to watch me pick up pennies- fine. But don’t think I am less noise less light less space because that is what you want.