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Leigh Sep 2015
How silly of me
Everything I'd ever wanted
Staring me in the face
And I chose to turn away.
Yasmin Z Aug 2015
I'm currently in this complicated situation of trying to figure out who I am and exactly what I want to do with my life.

Yet self love in a world seeking to mould us to a social convention is the greatest hurdle to overcome in the step to figuring out exactly who we are.

Can you remember who you were before you were told who to be?

I endeavour to do this through taking time out and moving away for a while. Indeed I have wanted this for a while.

One must find oneself before expecting to be found.
Starting a new stage in my life and feeling a little sentimental...
I don't normally do any creative writing- find it easier to appreciate other work! Apologies if it doesn't read particularly like a poem.
LJ Chaplin Aug 2015
They want to see you burn,
They want to trample on
The ashes that fell from
Your skin like it was dirt,
They want to **** the switch,
To blow the fuse in the lights
That shined from your eyes
And pierced all those who
Loved you.

They want to abandon you,
They want to push you out to sea,
With only a single row boat
And a flare that had already been
Used from the one before you,
To cast you out and let the waves
Douse the flames that raged from
Your voice as you cry for help.

They want to see you suffer
So that you realise that you are Stronger than you think,
They want to torture you
To teach you that the raw and
Emotional pain you feel
In your chest is an indication
That you are still alive.
Patrice Diaz Jul 2015
One thundery night,
When the sounds of beads filled my ears,
I discern a moment of peace
One that reminded me of being in the arms of Morpheus

I sat on what seemed like a sea of cotton;
I heard the cries of the faint violet skies,
All the more when it screamed,
And no longer did I feel my spirit lift

Contemplating on what the problem might be
I recognize the cries of plea
One that I knew of
One of thee

I sat in silence, once again
Perceiving all that I could feel
The cries came after a blaze of light
But all the more of what was inside

The thunderstorm was familiar;
It was someone that I knew
Sitting here, once again, in peace
Seeing that it was parallel to me
We blame  society for suppressing us

Yet we are a part of this society

Ironic  isn't it?
A moment of realisation struck me on a road trip and made me laugh
Happiness folds in on itself
like a piece of paper.
Copyright © JLB
07/06/2015
18:12 BST
infinite mind May 2015
sometimes
you get what you want
when it's too late
you bear the pain
and learn to move on
you realise it just isn't worth it
but the lesson is a lasting one I guess
an indentation on the body and soul
a lesson of patience and having faith in things worth waiting for
sometimes
you don't always get what you wish for
but in time you will feel the love you strive toward
you will acknowledge the pain you did endure
and understand what it is you are living for
life is learning about what truly matters /
This was all stupid
All for nothing
If this is some kind of realisation
Then it isn't very nice
And you aren't being very kind
So instead of being destroyed
I should really realise
That this foolish wish less dream needs to end
Everything I thought of him
Can be thrown away in the bin
I have admitted I'm starting to move on
But when I say that it feels like
It won't actually be true
Sometimes I don't even know
If I want to end this here
But I do
Because I need this for me
I used to think this would be for him
Now I just want it for myself
I need to have my own life
Not be crowded with those thoughts
This so called realisation
Might feel weird right now
But even if it starts to hurt
It can't hurt near as much
I just feel foolish for all I thought
All it didn't come to be
Everything then now seems stupid
Pointless and a catastrophe
Yes sometimes I liked the pain
It became too much
I know I'm better off this way
I'm hoping this realisation will sink in
However I don't even know
If it's actually happening
You could call it
Looking through clouded glass
That you can't turn clear
Not yet but you're hoping soon
This does come with loads of things
What the final question is
Is if I've realised
Then the second would be
Why this even affected me in the first place
Well I guess we'll never know
Maybe it was my heads way
Of getting over past things
Well now that's done
Maybe this is too
But what if it's just another spiralling cue
Shalini Nayar Apr 2015
The whole drive I could not stop the stream,
Hot and urgent they let themselves go,
Gleaming like shiny babies in the artificial white lights.

The bald heads vacantly size me up as I arrive;
These ghosts have seen their share of streams
Till they have none left to reminisce.
They nod knowingly.

I hurry to the mirror to destroy any evidence and......I smile.

These tears have created the perfect smokey eyes.


17.4.15
(C) 2015 Shalini Nayar
LJ Chaplin Apr 2015
I never thought
I'd get off this high horse,
For my feet to touch the earth
And feel something,
No clouds to obstruct my view,
Throwing the rose tinted glasses
To the ground
And crush them into the soil,
But new realisations can be
Hard to deal with,
So I must take my time
To piece it together
© LJ Chaplin
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