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One day, Smiles will replace these Tears. One day, Self Confidence will replace these Fears. One day, Praisings will be more than Complains. One day, Happiness will be more than Pains. One day, Dreams will become Reality. And on that One Day, you'll surely Remember ME...
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
One Day!
Hey, past me from so close yet seeming long ago... A knot from my sweater's bow I regret tying despite how unkempt the ribbons look hanging by my sides because now it's digging into my back The hair I can't decide if I want out where it's pretty and makes me look less like a generic nerd yet gets in my face and food and life The jeans I insist upon wearing without a belt even though their slipping down my **** may actually outweigh the pain of loosening the belt The tennis shoes I'm too attached to give up that emit a constant squeak, squeak, squeaking through the hallways whether it's caused by residual rain from outside or not The glasses, fond of slipping down my nose at frequent intervals, covered in smudges I rarely notice till they get out of hand The phone whose screen happened to crack at the most inopportune moment and takes forever to read my finger print The jacket that should be a highlighter blue but rather presents itself as a canvas of the week's tomato stains The face covered in acne- The stomach with fat instead of muscle- The arms lacking muscle- The legs with too much hair- I've always acknowledged that perfection is not possible, yet I have to at least try to strive I think, as I sit at my desk, fingers typing fragmented sentences, attempting to convey thoughts speeding too fast to grasp Yet, just a simple poem of reflection brings to light these numerous deficiencies, many of which I COULD fix were it not the invisible fiend upon whom I stamp the label-laziness These deficiencies, many of which aren't even noticed by those around me, some of whom are better some are worse But it's not as simple as that, I've known I can't just be "one of the people", I need to find something, some identity, some way out of my seemingly impossible to escape label of "just above average" In academics, in extracurricular activities, EVERYTHING, I seem to be at a stagnant I've done bad, I've done "just above average", but never above. What is the point if you get plenty of losses and plenty of "fine" but no victories? It's something about me though, somehow I believe, subconsciously, I'm impeding myself. I'm holding myself back. ... Why?
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Holding Myself Back
Hey, past me from so close yet seeming long ago... A knot from my sweater's bow I regret tying despite how unkempt the ribbons look hanging by my sides because now it's digging into my back The hair I can't decide if I want out where it's pretty and makes me look less like a generic nerd yet gets in my face and food and life The jeans I insist upon wearing without a belt even though their slipping down my **** may actually outweigh the pain of loosening the belt The tennis shoes I'm too attached to give up that emit a constant squeak, squeak, squeaking through the hallways whether it's caused by residual rain from outside or not The glasses, fond of slipping down my nose at frequent intervals, covered in smudges I rarely notice till they get out of hand The phone whose screen happened to crack at the most inopportune moment and takes forever to read my finger print The jacket that should be a highlighter blue but rather presents itself as a canvas of the week's tomato stains The face covered in acne- The stomach with fat instead of muscle- The arms lacking muscle- The legs with too much hair- I've always acknowledged that perfection is not possible, yet I have to at least try to strive I think, as I sit at my desk, fingers typing fragmented sentences, attempting to convey thoughts speeding too fast to grasp Yet, just a simple poem of reflection brings to light these numerous deficiencies, many of which I COULD fix were it not the invisible fiend upon whom I stamp the label-laziness These deficiencies, many of which aren't even noticed by those around me, some of whom are better some are worse But it's not as simple as that, I've known I can't just be "one of the people", I need to find something, some identity, some way out of my seemingly impossible to escape label of "just above average" In academics, in extracurricular activities, EVERYTHING, I seem to be at a stagnant I've done bad, I've done "just above average", but never above. What is the point if you get plenty of losses and plenty of "fine" but no victories? It's something about me though, somehow I believe, subconsciously, I'm impeding myself. I'm holding myself back. ... Why?
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I went to visit her yesterday...she had grown much beautiful and lively, her heavenly eyes, angelic voice, she is still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... I told her I had to soothe my heart ache that has been spreading all over now.. she stayed silent and did not even mourn over my pain... she was standing right in front of me physically but I missed her.. it felt like she was not even there... the girl I loved and planned to cherish my whole life with... I felt helpless so I went home to drink the potion of off her pictures like I always did.. and like every other time, the potion covered the wounds but never healed them... She left my heart scarred, my life discolored and my faith blemished.. despite everything, I have no complaints, no regrets and no worries,, cause my love for her is like a flowing river, that just knows to flow.
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
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May be we can leave this place and go to mars right now at this moment But do not forget our feet is still on the earth where he lives    He whose day is still measured by the brightness of sun and he never felt he has a mind to think or a heart to feel All what he learned is to work and work under the shining sun and in night storms   He does not understand what you need to live and can not imagine your assets price What he knows and what he aims is only a full plate of rice   So don’t go to him and complain You wanted chicken and somebody fed you beef   Don’t go and tell him name of brands of your drink and percentage of alcohol   they carries Because you can't count for a drop of water how many innocent dreams were buried   Don’t go to him and tell he should pray in a temple or lit a candle before Jesus Because   with the burden of filling many empty stomachs he can be worried but can not be nervous   Don’t go and compel him to stand before you or oppose you because you feel he needs to speak    You don’t know words started losing their meaning before him from the day he stopped thinking about the furious wolfs and started walking in the dark     May be somewhere inside his mind he knows the furious wolfs can't ****** his muscles and touch his struggle   Only thing they can do is...stand on the road made from sweats of others and bark   So you don't need to go to them and shout how you feel about the words he never spell If possible   please go and  build a way that will connect your smile and his faith
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
Tolerance....where is the limit ?
May be we can leave this place and go to mars right now at this moment But do not forget our feet is still on the earth where he lives    He whose day is still measured by the brightness of sun and he never felt he has a mind to think or a heart to feel All what he learned is to work and work under the shining sun and in night storms   He does not understand what you need to live and can not imagine your assets price What he knows and what he aims is only a full plate of rice   So don’t go to him and complain You wanted chicken and somebody fed you beef   Don’t go and tell him name of brands of your drink and percentage of alcohol   they carries Because you can't count for a drop of water how many innocent dreams were buried   Don’t go to him and tell he should pray in a temple or lit a candle before Jesus Because   with the burden of filling many empty stomachs he can be worried but can not be nervous   Don’t go and compel him to stand before you or oppose you because you feel he needs to speak    You don’t know words started losing their meaning before him from the day he stopped thinking about the furious wolfs and started walking in the dark     May be somewhere inside his mind he knows the furious wolfs can't ****** his muscles and touch his struggle   Only thing they can do is...stand on the road made from sweats of others and bark   So you don't need to go to them and shout how you feel about the words he never spell If possible   please go and  build a way that will connect your smile and his faith
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Someday I'll be all Dust I wont bother you then God. . . Bear me Till I breathe my Last
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
Dust