all is well
only time will tell
is she well?
do you ask to define her
or to further understand
why she no longer can confide in others
attempting to define intimacy
placing love in several endeavors
she has lost the denotation
of a natural organic salvation.
who let you define her
without her did you know
they would be lined up.
you don't know her true value
and now she can no longer find it.
I now know none of us do
real love never fails
and not one of us prevailed.
dear future self
love has failed you
recollect because in the end
you were still you
The one soul I can’t live without
and makes me smile endlessly
My wordstend tocle ave,
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som etim es it do e sn't
Auto antonyms are fun
You know the first few questions one asks, when they meet someone new:
What do you do? Where are you from? Where do you live?
Then they eye your clothes, how do you dress up.
They give a verdict based on what they hear, what they see.
That's who you are.
I don't have an answer for these anymore.
I gave up on my previous identities.
Left my job 2 weeks ago.
A job that gave me a certain identity for 8 years; a brand name, a comfort zone.
Left my clothes behind, donated or gave some to friends.
Clothes that defined me; my hippie skirts, my tweed professor jacket.
And finally, leaving the country I lived for 8 years.
In just 2 days.
Who am I now?
I am ME.
More than ever.
people who scribe as sculptors making masterpieces to hang in their text museums. And as for the reader...They are the ones who visit.
one's sometimes filled with pain and insecurities that must write so they keep their sanity.
the gift to mankind who can change the world
with one reader at a time.
EVERYONE IS ONE
WITH A STORY TO TELL
BUT, THEY JUST DON'T KNOW IT AND THEIR EGO JUDGES BEFORE THEY PUT PEN TO PAPER
SO OFTEN THEY NEVER LEARN IT.
Inspired by Dr. Paul Lim. A poet who has great insights to match his name
you ask for a definition
but does anything have a definition?
is always changing
definitions don't account for change
the universe is undefinable
there is no definition for me
because of that same reason
i am always changing
and definitions do not account for change
i am undefinable
seven billion people in the world
and no definitions
capable of describing them
and their change
we are, all of us
i am the gay girl,
the depressed kid
but that will change
(maybe not the gay part)
everything else, though-
i will be in a better place
i don't know where that place is
or how people will try to define me
i am as vast
and as beautiful
and as undefinable
as the universe
and everything in it
we are undefinable.
Everything is so much more interesting without definitions, anyway.
The powerful emotion that encourages us to rethink everything. We’re never sure who it belongs to, because sometimes everyone harbors it inside, and other times, no one does.
Ambiguous, in the aspect that sometimes we convince ourselves we’re accepted something when we really haven’t— and that instance actually aids the acceptance process.
Melds our hearts together, melts them, and crushes them in the end, in a cruel twist.
Someone we almost/maybe love, that has the potential of breaking you, fixing you, or straight up crushing you.