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Danilo Florenzio Jun 2018
Oh, i couldn't
be what you want me to be
No, i wouldn't,
if it is not good for me
Oh, my sugar,
there's nothing wrong with you, you see?
I only cannot stay here taking what you're giving me

I assure you,
i will stay on my own side
It's my duty,
'cause i have nothing to hide
I'm peculiar,
so i don't have the need to crawl
Or to behave like i don't have my pride

But if you'd like to put all things aside
Then i could see, how these things would be
But for now, we better stay right where we are
'Cause you don't belong to me, and you don't own me by far

Oh, it's true that
you may never understand
So, then, surely,
we can't end up as good friends
But, believe me,
it can end by another way
So hurry up or it might be too late

And if you'd want to put all things aside
I'll need more time to think if it'll be right
And if i like to pass by all those things
again and see if my ego will lean
I'm hearing someone calling me
Dolly Balou Jun 2018
Me?
I am me.
I dislike blonde men with ****** hair.
However, I like Kurt Cobain from nirvana.
I also like allowing the rain to wash over me once in a while.
I have experienced pain.
Also heartbreak.
I thought I knew love.
I also thought I knew myself.
This I am attempting to figure out.
Depression.
It's real.
I felt it hit my soul.
I over achieve in most things I attempt.
Yet nothing is ever good enough.
No amount of external praise lifts my spirits.
Internal praise does not exist.
I consider myself bold.
Honest.
Blunt even.
I also consider myself mental.
Ugly.
Impatient.
These are a few of what makes me who I am.
Who would I be without the name I was designated?
Would the previous words define me?
PoserPersona May 2018
Million goals set in store
To win your heart back once more
Raise my stock, my self esteem
Never enough, it sadly seems

It's time now...
I know why... But how?
Not to get over it as they say,
but rather accept it. Find a new way
"If Manes can live without Diogenes, why not Diogenes without Manes?" - Diogenes the Dog
Caroline Badon May 2018
I am not an artist
I cannot paint a beautiful landscape that makes you believe you're looking at the real thing.
You will not stare in awe as you wonder what compelled me to paint those lines so uneven
And I can't make my color choices dance in your eyes like sugarplum fairies
Off of the canvas and into your mind
For you to transpose the choreography
To your own understanding

I am not an artist
I cannot capture a single moment in time with the simple click of a camera.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words but every shot I capture seems to be silent
Mute
But they're beginning to be heard
Screaming millions of words
Hoping someone will just hear one

I am not an artist
I cannot make your skin shiver as my lyrics echo through the room
Your emotions will not crescendo as each note burns nostalgia in your memory
And I will not leave you wanting to hear more

I am not an artist
And I can't create a masterpiece in two hours
I can't write words that will break your heart as they enter your ears and fill your soul with the emotions I'm feeling
I can't make you believe that I'm actually the character
I tried so hard to become at rehearsals for the last three months
My movements on the dance floor dont flow with ease or grace
And you will never give me a standing ovation
Or shower me with roses as you cheer for the art I've created.

But
With every step that I take on this earth
I am leaving brush strokes in the dirt and in your memory
Every laugh
every sob
every word that I speak
Is going through your ears for your own musical enjoyment
My eyes are like cameras capturing every moment and every face each time my lashes flutter
And even though most of we don't have photographic memories
We still remember the precious moments our personal cameras caught on film

I am not an artist
I am art
SoZaka Apr 2018
sounds shake you at night
the dark keeps you in the light
you learn fear but never learn it right
a sixth sense can help you gain the sight
the wisdom of fear hides a day shining bright
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
For a sleepless night
sleeping two hours was enough.
Your breathing on me
and my best perfume for you.
Finding your room
was like the Nirvana.
You woke up and waited for me.
Nothing had changed.
Show me your best art.
I will be your best canvas.
Do not close your eyes.
because I am a museum.
I wrote this poem while being on Mexico City. I believe that self-esteem is the new black and it never goes out of style, so if you really love yourself, you love others without limitations. I thought about these words and this baby was created.
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