#befree
I may not be perfect,but please treat me with respect
I often get rejected as expected,
Believe me, I'm just being me,
I'm stubborn,introvert and fragile,
And that's the thing I can't denie
I used to lie about myself,
That I don't need anyone's help
However, I'm tired being like this
I just want to be notice,
I want to unmask myself
And show to everyone my true self
I'm afraid to be judge,
But, I don't want to live in grudge,
I want to erase all my worries,
Untie myself to any sad stories
Tomorrow I'll wake up,
Wearing the best make up,
I'll smile and say hi.
I wonder why, should I give it a try?
I might fail ,but it's okay
Let everyone knows that it is your own way of letting yourself to grow in a unique way,
Say thank you, your just being you,
Just continue and learn something new,
That is life full or surprises
Your still blessed ,because you wake up when the sun rises
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
Killian, bells in need
chime like the music box
singing in mist, the fox
makes a good dancing lead
Killian, love’s a deed
just like your helping is
however small in this
stories are made to read
Killian’s precious hands
hugging so slow, so hard
hug more, boy, without that
I might be losing pants
Killian, salutes three
for my three treasures lost
on such note, lovely host
kill-me-and make me free
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
if you tell me I'm wrong,
I won't try to change your mind.
I have better things
To do with my time.
And if you think you can find someone
Better for you than me,
Then go. Be free.
I won't try to change your mind.
Because I love with eyes wide open.
Never blind.
Never again.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
I'm doing the best I can
With everything I am
But I am always told
They don't give a ****
I try my hardest to succeed
But there is a part of me
That wants to run away
And say I need to be freed
So I pick up my pieces
And stood up tall
I gather myself once more
Recovered from my fall
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
Let go
I can’t let go of your beautiful hand
Even though, I’m hurting inside
Can’t shake this feeling I have
Long sleepless nights
Up just thinking
“Why can’t I just let it go and be free?”
Putting a smile on my face is hard
Every day,just thinking about let go
Why am I so afraid?
I feel like if I let go
My life would be in a hole
A deep black hole
Knowing I can’t get out of
Seeing me in the mirror
Saying “who is this?”
I tried and tried to let go
But, I guess it will be here.
Sitting in a dark room in my mind
One day, I’ll let it go.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
I only became free
when I lost my sense of grammar
when I forgot how to punctuate
and I didn't follow a rhyme scheme.
I let the letters place themselves
and the words chose themselves
the poetry wrote itself
problems solved themselves
my heart healed itself
I became free when I finally learned
that the poetry is not in perfection
but in the broken words that lie on the page
delivered by my ink-stained hands
from a broken soul and an imperfect heart.
I was only free when I realised
that the broken and imperfect words
made up the perfect poem.
Made up the perfect me.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
There’s a silent invisible in every person
And in you it strains to be read,
Like the creased pages of a forgotten diary
Spilling delicious secrets not meant to be shared
Like you it begs for the unspoken cue
From the boy who would tilt his head and listen,
But until then the mental melody you weave most beautifully
Knows only the tear tracks on your cheeks that glisten.
So on the day your voice slips through the cracks,
The cobweb dreams you bottled up in fear set free
I pray they won’t grow weary with unuse;
I pray he’ll let hear your silent muse,
ring crystal with no apology.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Bright lights may blind me
but it isn’t the light I see
slipped back into time,
you see
it wasn’t the right time for me
Daily pains become mundane
it's the insane reframed
within this window pane
shattered glass that
once reflected my inner mass
scattered on the floor
swept into the past
A different point of view
than you, it isn’t new
it's just a clue to how
the tables turn like pages
even though they’re burnned
like sage is
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
I am lost in an irate,
extensive sea.
yet I cannot swim.
I try to copy the motions of others,
but I do not have the technique.
I slowly begin to descend
into the raging water.
I cannot help but to question
why people
learn to swim
against a current
when they could
lean back and be free.
I am submerged
in an ocean
of my own making.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
They say you can always tell a man from his shoes,
They say time makes a man,
They also said time is like an ocean in which man sails,
But if all men were to be on the ocean of time sailing together,
Would there be enough wind for all?
And if not would this be the reason for the inequality?
Would I be correct to say that God created all men to be unequal?
I know what you thinking already,
Here comes another atheist,
In fact I can’t be listening this,
But I understand you, as we all have an unequal minds,
Yes that’s true, and you are correct,
But only if you leave now and stop listening to this,
Then you would only have half of the message,
And a huge story to tell about an atheist you have met,
But this won’t end you story if I still have your ears.
They say
You can always tell a man from the shoes he wears
But that’s not true as not all men wear shoes, as some love to wear slippers
They say
Time makes a man
But they didn’t speak of women, would I be correct to say they were sexiest?
They say
Time is like an ocean
If so what will you call rainfall?
All of this were coined by men who loved to be philosophical or loved to be called philosophers
So their name won't just be on their tombstones but in the minds of the living
The truth is God is not unjust so all men were created equal
And if I were a philosopher this would be my word to the next generation.
We are all created for a purpose
Find it, Live it, Fulfil it, while you still human…..
After all I am being Philosophical…..
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
"A love so pure
I hate to admit
I love you
You make me a good person
Without you I'm nothing
I love you for loving me for me
Without being free
What would become of me
Love without you, is nothing I want to be
Swing with me
Swing soft
For white is alone and pure
Just as pure as we
These comments don't move me
For I love being with you
Being me
No matter how mean I can be
Why do you always put up with me
For love will set us free"
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
I want to be happy,
but the world is dark enough.
I want to be healthy,
but I'm still too fat.
I want to fill myself with life,
but I just keep smoking my lungs black.
I want to hold your hand,
but this bottle is the only thing I've got.
I want to be free,
but I'm in love with these chains.
I want to be forgiven,
but I keep making mistakes.
I want to be talented,
but I only create mess.
I don't want to feel all this pain,
but I'm chemically messed up.
I don't want to forget
but I keep drinking the night away.
I don't want all this blue,
but what else can I do?
I don't want to hurt myself,
but I feel this is all I deserve.
I don't want to hide anymore,
but I'm locked in the darkness.
I don't want to get burned,
but I like playing with fire.
I don't want to stay,
I'd like to learn how to fly away.
I want to set myself on fire to burn bright,
but it won't stop pouring.
I want it to stop,
but the clock still does that 'tick tock'.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Isn't it astonishing,
The amount of hate
That humans have for
Each other?
If only that same effort
Was used to threaten
The crooked hand holding
Us captive.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
If I could do whatever I wanted,
I'd live my life as I please.
The folks would call me crazy,
But really I'd just be free.
I wouldn't walk, but wander
And skip around joyously.
I'd throw my arms up in the air
And breathe life into my lungs endlessly.
I'd put flowers in my hair
And let it blow in the wind.
I'd take the make-up off my face
And have all of you as friends.
I'd kiss you on the lips
And fall in love like I mean it.
I'd give you my love in the softest meadow
Right after getting so freaking lit.
I'd scream from the mountain-tops
So the clouds could hear my voice.
I'd sing songs with all the pretty birds;
I'd give the world no choice.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Put your troubles into something else.
Don't use that razor blade again.
Or the blunt scalpel you keep.
Or even that bent kitchen knife.
Put your troubles into something else.
Leave the eyeliner on the shelf.
Leave the rubbers in the box.
Leave the earrings on the stand.
Put your troubles into something else.
How about the doodles you draw.
Or the stories that flow from your pen.
Even the paintings done at dawn.
Put your troubles into something else.
Maybe, even, me. I won't look at them.
I will gently untangle every one.
Trim them until they are all gone.
Put your troubles into something else.
Not a sealed chest.
Not a closed box.
Not a corked bottle.
Put your troubles into something else.
Let your mind be free.
Let your heart be free.
Let me be free.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
We are the fallen.
Buried deep within.
Ourselves we know sin.
We are the faltering,
Constantly making mistakes,
Never knowing what comes next.
Make haste my friend,
Don't curl into that ball of fear.
Do not cry those tears.
Look out into the open,
The valleys, The meadows, The streams.
Beyond city walls,
You can be free.
We are the Fallen,
You are the free.
Be free...
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC