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#findyourself
As I walk through the corridors of my life, see a-me that seems familiar but I can't remember it , It calls out to me hear it but can't answer a mirror of me calling out and asking to be free. I see it but won't answer for the expectations to up hold, are too painful to attain. I crawl and beg for this suffering to end as I see a-me I'm forced to be and as I see a-me I want to be. I search and search on how I can be both but life itself won't let me be. When will my suffering end? when will I be allowed to be me? The real me!! When will I be allowed to be free? as I constantly juggle between two personalities as one who is me and the other is who I am forced to be.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
A Reflection of Me
To find the light is like to find hope. I fight the voices. My mind bury burdens every night Dragging me in the dark, Stabbing my heart— Left me broken To find the light, you sometimes become the dark to survive— To break apart what controls you— To hold onto you and never lose you— To let go— To hope…
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Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 2:51 AM UTC
Light
I find solace in the quiet, And see comfort in the loss. I need to sit and contemplate with my own thoughts. I'm easily persuaded Then my mind gets all mixed up I like it better lonely, it's being together that's tough.
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Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 12:04 PM UTC
1997
You forgot who you are You forgot what sets you apart You forgot what makes you special You forgot what you've been through You forgot what prepared you for now You forgot your victory over pain You forgot you are chosen You forgot you are set apart You traded it for the pain of the world The standards of the world The pain of the world The darkness of the world The vices of the world The pleasure of the world And it made you forget How amazing you are How everytime you fall you get up How determined you are to love How excited you are to change How beautiful your soul is How you exhude life How you came to do great things How you are set apart Remember?
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
The art of finding you again
after 15 years of pretending she finally found the strength to be who she was made to be.
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
unveiling://
You think you know But do we Truly understand ourselves?
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Who are we (10w)
There is a girl who sits and waits, The one, who has it all. Her patience is stoic, Ignored, wronged, misunderstood, and forgiving she waits. Patiently, And when I look inside, shes always there, just waiting to be found... ...waiting to be me.
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
She waits
Days become more like Sunny-cloudy days. You come to a sense of awareness Of everything around. The way you feel The way you think You have finally reach your own headspace. Sitting in silence allowing your mind to run Across the field of where you truly want to be Focusing on what things are instead of for what Things could be... not everything is what is seems. Happiness isn’t a destination it’s a journey. When you learn to let go of things that do not serve you, you create space for abundance. Allowing Everything to flow in it’s most natural state. Still going through a couple of Obstacles that will cause interference,
we must learn to overcome these challenges, to let go of the U You Used to be and become stronger as we grow.   Sit back and relax let peace Wash over your back Feel the presence of this moment And let it just be that.
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
The beauty of being lost ; Part II
I thought I'd find me When I touched your soul; sadly I became obscure s.q. .
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Soul Seeking Sadness [haiku]
My heart pounding on the door of my chest like a bailiff demanding the rent to be paid No, I say I just can’t Acknowledge me please, says my love drunk heart No, I say just can’t But to ignore me is to ignore yourself, says my grief stricken heart No, I say I just can’t Nothing is stronger than my relentless beating, says my powerful heart; I’m waiting when you’re ready No, I say I just can’t Love my dear it can and it will
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
I Just Can’t
Losing vision on the mountain, sun begins to set Find us standing at the summit, shaped by silhouette Search for answers in the wild, or find inner peace Let what you know begin to flow, spiritual release As worries numb, answers will come, time is only now Succumb to senses, drop defenses, find oneself somehow
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
On The Mountain
Fragmented, I stand split between here and there watching the world as it spins around me. I once made decisions solely based on you: On your needs and wants and dreams. Now I no longer move in any direction. Not because my voice can't echo off tall ceilings, But because I truly don't care if you can hear me anymore. Sometimes the stagnant quiet is louder than anything I ever could have said
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Stagnant
I live in this own world that I created! I created my own rules! Away from the world that I hated! Living with these narrow minded fools! There isn't a bed time nor a time to wake up! It's just things that I make up! You are who you are here! No worries no fear! This world is small but has one open mind! Place where you find! Find yourself, Find who you really are! These place is wierd, but pain is far! No animal to live, no birds to fly! No one to say Hi, No one to say bye!   -Vivek!
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Find yourself in your own world!
I looked up at the stars not to seek out life. There's life here. I looked up at the stars not to see the beauty. There's beauty here. I looked up at the stars not to lose myself. I looked up to find myself.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
I believe in aliens.
When did I become such a liar? I lie to myself in the morning. “This is how you are, Who you want to be.” Walk with swag, Never staggering. Talk with boldness, Never stuttering. But is how I act a true representation Of who my soul really is? Going in circles I try to find myself. I lie to myself in the night. “You never needed anyone, You’re free when alone.” Dance by yourself, Never clinging. Talk to yourself, Never needing. But why then does my heart hurt when you are not at my side? Jumping at shadows I am caught lonely. Empty masks to cover my flaws. Fake smiles to hide my need for love. Why do I hide behind the facade, Pretending to have found myself in the dark?
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
Hanging by a thread
a river without direction water is warm, yet sends me shivers they call out his name, yet he’s nameless now holding rebellion between his teeth rules escape him just as the smoke from his mouth he smirks at me faking pride however, his eyes are lost on his own reflection he sees himself in the blue because he’s a river with no direction he's warm, yet sends me shivers
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
can't control him
Lost in my head Lost in the shadow of life Can't come out Can't find what's right I'm slowly wilting my petals dying When I want to bloom effortlessly like a flower Become who I should be what I've always dreamed Become indulged always in the present hour Feel proud of what I do and finally content Be proud of myself Instead of longing for what is already long gone Looking like a still porcelain doll on her shelf How's it that everyone is moving with the commotion While I'm as cold and as full as the ocean After a storm with the waves now calm I remain small enough to fit in a child's palm
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Lost
night is falling,           falling,        falling the clouds rush to and fro, needless journeys with no end nor beginning scrolls of verbs written across the sky in messy tangles of confusion and stress and mayhem. wind picks up leaves and dances with them, but tethered they are and tethered they shall stay and the wind quickly finds the only companions that are his to keep for a while longer are birds and misplaced people wrapped in tinfoil. a noise echoes from far away singular ears strain toward the nothing that is something searching for more and more as something begins less and less to shine and the stars never rise from bed except to manifest themselves as wet teardrops from which everyone hides, sheltering himself, discouraging any future expression of weariness and quivering and loss. the tears meet the grass in a show of quiet surrender the grass turning to their nighttime lovers yearning, ever so much farther, to be reunited with another display of lacerated love from the shy sky and affected darkness i also regard myself to the stars’ seeking one lash of freezing acknowledgement, seeking one who knows what i feel down here seeking, if only because i am not everyone nor am i alone a stone, but i am the clouds, the stories, i am the wind, alone in joy and pain, i am the whisper from the mountains, never heard but always uttered, i am the stars, never seen but ever seeking, i am the rain, a magic, shunned by all but those who crave life, i am the grass, hoping in vain to meet to the one i love in joyful tandem, i am they, and they are i, and i sit in a seat to my left and shake as my soul is read from a paled paper hoping to the roots that someone who is not everyone might come out of their home and drink the sky with me.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Happy Valley (ironic entitlement)
night is falling,           falling,        falling the clouds rush to and fro, needless journeys with no end nor beginning scrolls of verbs written across the sky in messy tangles of confusion and stress and mayhem. wind picks up leaves and dances with them, but tethered they are and tethered they shall stay and the wind quickly finds the only companions that are his to keep for a while longer are birds and misplaced people wrapped in tinfoil. a noise echoes from far away singular ears strain toward the nothing that is something searching for more and more as something begins less and less to shine and the stars never rise from bed except to manifest themselves as wet teardrops from which everyone hides, sheltering himself, discouraging any future expression of weariness and quivering and loss. the tears meet the grass in a show of quiet surrender the grass turning to their nighttime lovers yearning, ever so much farther, to be reunited with another display of lacerated love from the shy sky and affected darkness i also regard myself to the stars’ seeking one lash of freezing acknowledgement, seeking one who knows what i feel down here seeking, if only because i am not everyone nor am i alone a stone, but i am the clouds, the stories, i am the wind, alone in joy and pain, i am the whisper from the mountains, never heard but always uttered, i am the stars, never seen but ever seeking, i am the rain, a magic, shunned by all but those who crave life, i am the grass, hoping in vain to meet to the one i love in joyful tandem, i am they, and they are i, and i sit in a seat to my left and shake as my soul is read from a paled paper hoping to the roots that someone who is not everyone might come out of their home and drink the sky with me.
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Wealth is a Mind Where Love is just a Kind Wholly It looks Blind But live Two and then Grind For you know, you will not Find Another like your Bind The Differences are Sublime It's a Shadow that will Remind That IT will NOT MATTER in due Time
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Untitled
Get your own sound Where you get it don’t matter Borrow it Change it Rearrange it Till they don’t recognize it Then it’s yours Think about it Live with it Become it Till you recognize it in a dream Then it’s you You found it one night But you didn’t write it down You were driving a car Long ago It all came together You didn’t trust yourself The information wasn’t enough It wasn’t whole It didn’t feel like Sunday afternoon enough You wanted it to be about peace But is that your sound? It may only be a moment A break from the past Or the concern What atmosphere did you suppress? You didn’t recognize it That’s why it was you You only can recognize someone else You aren’t CONFIDENT about new thoughts Nobody is You have to suffer through it Walk with strangers Sleep on concrete I saw a man do that the other day Everybody stepped over him And you have so much more But what do you hear? Stop reacting You have heard every word there is You have felt every emotion there is Put it all together There was a friend once The one you tell stories about Their genius was being different But they were too much for you You couldn’t live like that They were too loud You couldn’t hear yourself They were primitive Without any dignity Yet you remember Raw But then elegance and poise Elegance and poise Is that what made you stumble? Just words that strangle Sunday afternoon Is that your sound? Are you listening? It may be that you are not Mere existence Not knowing Not hearing Not you Not less More
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
What Do You Hear?
Get your own sound Where you get it don’t matter Borrow it Change it Rearrange it Till they don’t recognize it Then it’s yours Think about it Live with it Become it Till you recognize it in a dream Then it’s you You found it one night But you didn’t write it down You were driving a car Long ago It all came together You didn’t trust yourself The information wasn’t enough It wasn’t whole It didn’t feel like Sunday afternoon enough You wanted it to be about peace But is that your sound? It may only be a moment A break from the past Or the concern What atmosphere did you suppress? You didn’t recognize it That’s why it was you You only can recognize someone else You aren’t CONFIDENT about new thoughts Nobody is You have to suffer through it Walk with strangers Sleep on concrete I saw a man do that the other day Everybody stepped over him And you have so much more But what do you hear? Stop reacting You have heard every word there is You have felt every emotion there is Put it all together There was a friend once The one you tell stories about Their genius was being different But they were too much for you You couldn’t live like that They were too loud You couldn’t hear yourself They were primitive Without any dignity Yet you remember Raw But then elegance and poise Elegance and poise Is that what made you stumble? Just words that strangle Sunday afternoon Is that your sound? Are you listening? It may be that you are not Mere existence Not knowing Not hearing Not you Not less More
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Not a soul can read me, you may try or think you can. I promise you'll never really know me. I feel sick just thinking about how much time I've wasted on you. Not a soul knows how long I've felt this way, only me. I only have myself. I need alone time, time to collect my thoughts. Time to rethink my choices. I need to find myself.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Searching for Sierra
Find someone who makes you feel like the sun is something they made for you for extra credit in wood shop. But don't find someone who needs extra credit. There is going to be somebody that, because of you, will not understand what they're doing. Or why they're doing it. But they will do so. Always. I can promise you that someone will let you in. Someone will show you that darkness can, and will swell. But just like a sprained ankle, it wont expand anywhere else. Don't let your body enlarge into darkness. Someone will tell you not to. And someone will love you. But you need to first understand that you are someone. And that everybody who is someone needs someone. Don't be afraid to be the one for yourself.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Self
I look forward and see behind me. What I see is right beside me. That face, to me, belongs to someone else. Different structure with a different force. I look closer, to see beyond, but all I see, is gone. The endless depth of perception is gained. Correction. What I see is not true. Mind wanders to a different hue. Peering back, and gazing closer, I notice the imposter. I myself am the disaster. Causing my own storms, in this reflection they form. I think as I watch it unfold, why had no one told me. It was me who was the stranger. It was me who was in danger. The person giving me grief was a criminal, a thief. He stole my identity, so now I must be me.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
In the Mirror
My soul calls to the crashing waves, Let me drift in you like withered wood, Let me sleep in the glistening blue, To wake up lost on foreign land, To be free with you again. My heart sings to the wild wind, Carry me away with the gusting sand, Carry me further and further away, Lay me in the desert sun to feel, To be free with you again. My mind cries to these stone walls, Crash down and let me go, Crash around, fall to the ground Let me see the beauty beyond your chains, Let me be free by myself once again.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Freedom