Thinking I have made the best moves
keeps me in an unmoving progression, of attempting recovery on ground lost from precipitous decisions I've chosen. Trying my best yet nothing improves since I still haven't given a confession, the one that I'm alive but at what cost till I do I shall remain forever frozen. So won't something, anything, motivate this stalemate I'm in.
I'm need merely a violent shove
to be something I undreamed of.
we are not the same
i am different much comparison is needed in order to confront the truth that you and i are not of the same species i am not of this world and you are of the trenches and the pits of this forsaken space disregarded and frail i leave you to die here broke boy
If you can't be the only one,
Be the best one...
Erase that frown
Draw that smile You'll become A beautiful Piece of art.
Smile because that looks good on you
If you always wait to be motivated
At least you have the motivation to wait For if motivation is often found Not finding But pay no minding What do I know I am not a poet I am not a painter I am not a sculptor I am not a artist and I know it But I have a little common sense That has brought me this far And one bit is that you should stop waiting For fish are not caught with out bait Neither do ideas come to mind When you clear your mind So stop your waiting to be motivated Search for ideas And soon you will write Some thing far better Then this tad bit Of insight
Random thought #126
He who's brave enough to go against the current
Shall find himself in a total foreign land But only the exceptional finds it As they're those who know how to take a stand From birth to death they try to mold us Into someone who we are truly not But curiosity will always get the better of us We'd rather be different than choose to go rot Decide to not be a puppet of the public Cut your silver strings and let go Free yourself from the chains of orthodoxy Go ahead my dear and put on a show!
I channeled all my frustrations into this piece. Everything is so chaotic rn in my country
You are exhausting---
The constant hammer that falls upon my head; driving me to fulfill a goal, making me always think, with ideas that keep me fed. Years before--- I was feral as a man wild of tooth and tongue. Uncaring in my approach both aimless and blameless, from the badge of being young. Still--- Out of the faceless crowd I chose an expression, imprinted now, only you would do. To save me from my sickness, and secret life that only you knew. That stubborness--- I can not quit because of it and so I reach to climb; through thorn and thistle, moving higher, higher still, until I reach that azure sky. However--- Once I'm staring at it I feel it's just not true. Thinking ******* the challenge I dig up through cloud and heaven, and continue on my way... Because you taught me to.
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of one wave could never explain the entire ocean but it did the shores it swashed