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AuEcologica Aug 17
Work the bread and the butter to the bone,
Let it penetrate your pores,
Become your very blood,
A part of your soul,
Emerge a hero of your own.

Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own?

A true part of your heart.

Work the bread and butter to the bone,
Be the magic you speak of so,
Have it become your flesh and core,
The vital part of your all,
Emerge victorious on your own.

Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own but you,
Who will be the fuel but you,
Who will have the power but you?

Don’t lie to the single being who is a must for you to have a life,
                                                                          
for you to have it all,
Emerge a…
Emerge vic..
Emerge a…
Emerge vic…

You know thyself too well to lie.
Rose Jul 28
You can try avoiding me
But I’ll make you dance
Make you dance, take my hand, yeah

All those people who want me
All those people who like me
They’re all fake, baby
They’re all fake ‘cept you

All those people who love me
Baby, yeah, no, I love them too
But there’s only one love I want
And that’s you, you, you, you

Stepping all over my past mistakes
Stepping over all the broken parts
Stepping all over my past heartbreaks
Stepping over all the broken hearts

Stepping all over my past headaches
Stepping over all of my false starts
Perfection does not a hero make
Only does leaving behind all the broken hearts

Broken hearts, broken hearts
Broken hearts, broken hearts

Yeah, baby, I know their heads are turning
Like they wanna see me go
Their eyes are burning and their heart is yearning
But they know I’m gonna say no, yeah, baby, no

All those people who say they love me
Baby, yeah, no, I love them too
But there’s only one love I want for myself
And that’s you, you, you, you

Stepping all over my past mistakes
Stepping over all the broken parts
Stepping all over my past heartbreaks
Stepping over all the broken hearts

Stepping all over my past headaches
Stepping over all of my false starts
Perfection does not a hero make
Only does leaving behind all the broken hearts

Broken hearts, broken hearts
Broken hearts, broken hearts
Broken hearts, broken hearts
Broken hearts, broken hearts

Baby, let’s go
To all those people who said I would never become anything
Look at me now
Look at me now, yeah

Broken hearts, that’s what a hero takes
Broken hearts, that’s what a hero makes
Broken hearts, that’s what you gotta be stepping all over
Cuz they don’t matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter

Stepping all over my past mistakes
Stepping over all the broken parts
Stepping all over my past heartbreaks
Stepping over all the broken hearts

Stepping all over my past headaches
Stepping over all of my false starts
Perfection does not a hero make
Only does leaving behind all the broken hearts

Yeah, broken hearts, they don’t matter anymore
Yeah, broken hearts, they don’t matter anymore
This is more of a song than a poem, and despite the name, this is mainly about becoming braver and better and an empowering anthem.
mothwasher Jul 17
you are not an impostor

**** those bastardly sons of ******* you are not an impostor

i know that you curl your toes under your shoes

hold your breath before you speak

check your laces twice before you step

out on tightrope 8 miles above ground

when you swallow a sentence and chase it with whiskey

trying not to choke on the sharp edges of “not enough”

your stomach bile will vault through your esophagus

in perfect lingual trapeze

stick the landing with ease and say ta da

say everything except what you need

when you rise from your knees

those itchy words will drop

into the soul of your shoes

with which you curl your toes

hold your breath

and check your laces twice before you remember

that you are not an impostor

in front of you are jesters and clowns

and a circus of whistles, bells, and frozen sounds

your shoes will grow three ******* sizes

because a) the grinch ain’t got **** on you and

b) you can do the Charlie Brown to space funk and

see(c) that you have all the room in the world to move your feet

tumble from your tight rope

let the people around you string together bridges and safety nets

go out to the carnival and win some bottle caps

take the stuffed version of you from the prize rack

and sleep well with it at night
kaehaniya Jul 16
you say you're broken
you say you’re a monster
you say you don’t deserve love
but
what you don’t see
is the beauty in you
yes,
you may be broken
but
it doesn’t make you any less of a person
it doesn’t make you any less beautiful
kaehaniya Jul 16
i am me
myself
and i
that's it
that's all i need
just me
myself
and i.

i don't need love
i don't need anybody
just me
myself
and i.
i've got me
for life,
just me
myself
and i.
"it's just me, myself and i, solder right on till i die, cause i've got me for life."
- bebe rexha // me, myself and i
Renn Powell Jul 13
the person that reflected back in the mirror
wasn’t the same person she used recognize
she turned into a stranger
when she spoke the voice that came out
was different
the clothes that she wore didn’t rest right on
her bones.
though she was unfamiliar with figure she saw
everyone around her could see the transformation she made.

questioning how she got this way.
but knowing that she could only grow from there.
RBWhite Jun 3
Spiders and girls without fathers
Dancing through, spinning with a ****** sunset above their heads,
Blonde & Curly,
Black and Red,
Prancing and chanting all their dreams that once were tears,
Keeping safe their minds in one embrace,
Taking wine,one glass at the time,
Laughing at life,
As if nothing was no more than another lie.
Genduk May 24
This guy i met
A long time ago through
My Tinder match
Who once asked me
To hike to bromo mountain
If not to suffer me

Back to the guy
He came to the city
Where jaded is the least people be
Stayed in a bunkbed dorm room
For months and months
Held Ph.d in psychology
He says

Mingles to the foreign tourists
Speaks foreign language only
Mostly English
He studies everyone
But locals

He's interested in their story
But not my story

He owed me luch money
I thought it's nothing
He never thinks he owes me
A thing

He sits there on the corner
Reading people's story
Those whose land made
By foreign spices, coal, and sweats
Like me
Don't work for the green
Work to please
Your innovative self
So that you can help
Others who're lost
Be their own boss.
Thoughts
yes, she is made of storms
a maiden of chaos
she calls herself
for no man
could ever chain her
to one place

she is adventure
the most exciting one
her smiles, affectionate
and never wears off

she is fire and ice
the very existence
of metaphor and simile
and all that is opposing
yet moving at the same direction
similar yet unique
wild and beautiful
minute and vast

truly,
she is phenomenal
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