#justdoit
Some days you got to get out of your head
Stuck in the mire of a muddy mind
And just do it
Whatever it is, just do it
Don't overthink or overanalyze
Don't allow your fear to paralyze
Everybody has a different way
A path a journey they must take
If you can dream it, you can do it
There's really nothing to it
In yourself you must believe
That you are able to achieve
You can make your dreams come true
If you have the will to see it through
But remember you're not alone
You don't have to do this all on your own
No one has all the answers
We've all got a piece of the puzzle
Together we fit and find the bigger picture
Don't fret about what happened yesterday
Don't worry about what will happen tomorrow
Live in what is happening right now
Be present and be closer to who you're meant to be
Just do it...
What will happen?
You'll see
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 9:58 PM UTC
Go alone
Go scared
Go overwhelmed
Just go.
Now is the right time.
You're thinking about doing it.
So go.
Do not talk yourself out of it.
Recall all the changes you've ever made:
Trick question - you cannot -
There’s immeasurably many
Just know that almost all have been uncomfortable.
It’s better to live with the regret of doing
Rather than having not.
Train yourself to try
You cannot circumvent the discomfort
You can welcome and embrace the growth.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 9:44 PM UTC
Time is money, time is wealth.
Time deceives – she is lawless.
Gentle in her approach, a fine seductress.
She has no prerogatives – so be wary.
She gives when she loves,
Merciless when she collects.
Tick-Tock – she's gone,
But her charms remain.
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 9:38 AM UTC
Whatever you want to do, whoever you want to embrace, do so today. The mind creates an illusion of a better future.. but there can only be so many tomorrows, let alone a promised future. The only thing that ever mattered or will matter is the here and now. Relish. Flourish .. and take flight.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
All my poems be about romance and stuff.
I never jumped over the edge took a chance on stuff.
But I may have peaked and glanced at stuff.
I may have needs like financing stuff.
I’m trying to gain profit on monopoly.
Not talking board game, not it obviously.
My reality is stuck on apologies.
Sorry, Forgiveness, Excuses, Yeah I abused it.
If the words are free then I won’t refuse to use it.
I’m not advertising but that symbol said, “Just Do It”
So I’m going to do it and try to get it done.
Pray for a brother my sister nun.
God is the father, I’m just his son.
Raised by the church but not from birth.
We’re all born of sin, God lift this curse.
We all want to win, Quench this thirst.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
The moment right before.
That's THE moment.
What it's all about.
Will I? Won't I?
I know I will.
The breath in, deep
Before the leap!
Darkness. Falling, aaah; splash!
Pop. Glug glug, gulp; yumm!
Vasoconstriction and focus.
Followed immediately by
Vasodilation and calm.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
And if it hurts
It worth
That’s all
Survive
And learn
Being too real
That's the way
All you have is
Hold on the hope
Breathing deeply
Believing the universe
Waiting for return
Before the world end
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
There’s still time.
Despite it all, there’s
time.
Things I thought
I’d someday do, I
did.
Gave up on
forgotten goals. But,
time.
Time pursued
me and called me. I
heard.
There’s still time!
I’m always here! Do
it!
I did it.
Without thinking, life
lived.
I did things
I gave up on, in
time.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
Let's try to craft one poem a day
A month of our thoughts conveyed
Just give it a shot
Why the hell not?
Let our words find their own way
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
you define who you are
by maybes and not-so-bads
as boundaries disappear between us
I see a filled canvas of colour
every brush stroke placed perfectly
you are the epicentre of art
truth and beauty collide
but-
some truth you have yet to uncover:
no one of us is complete
everything disowned can be recovered
your inhibitions are fantasy
you cannot maintain a status quo
that makes you unhappy
or expect happiness in the static
instead, invest in yourself
you need time to grow
a thousand seeds in a desert
will never create a garden
just as a thousand compliments
will never bloom if you don't
first learn
to love yourself
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
My type of poetry
Is not meant to bring
Joy, happiness, and warm feelings.
It is meant to cause
The hardest of hearts to feel,
The driest of eyes to cry,
And the toughest of men to feel weak.
It is not meant to be read aloud;
It is meant to be read while
You are alone at night, crying
Because you are tired.
It is meant to let you know
That someone else out here
Feels your pain and knows what it's like.
It is meant to break you down
And help you build yourself
Up again because you are strong.
You will make it through this.
You'll make it through
Because deep down,
You know you aren't searching
For poems about depression
Late at night because you want
Inspiration to **** or hurt yourself.
No.
You want to know someone else
Out there in this cruel
******* world understands.
You want to know someone cares,
And that someone else feels the pain.
You want to know it gets better,
That there is in fact a light
At the end of the tunnel.
And let me tell you,
I struggle too.
Most days, I can't see that light,
That faint residue of hope.
But that's okay.
Because it's the journey that counts.
And you and I
Are on this journey together.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
Life isn't meant
To be spent
Treading brackish water,
Never knowing
Whether to swim to sea
Or go upstream
The fresh waterways
Of the nostalgia days
Streaming home or
The salty waves
Of the horizon gazing
Back at me pulling away.
Is the undertow grasping
While I remain gasping
For just one breath
Better than knocking knees
Against rock shallow depth,
Mindlessly floating at ease
With the current it seems,
Still gently row row rowing
Navigating against growing,
A life only wishing for dreams.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Who is this H.P. Lovecraft,
was he even a poet,
this whole industry’s a bloodbath,
I’ve got four aces in my hand and I’m willing to show this,
to who’s pleasure do I owe this,
how can I be the greatest,
when they’ve got me battling ghost,
in this never ending matrix,
I ate the red pill and the blue pill,
maybe that’s why I’m so confused,
plus THT1 should be #1 for real,
but right now it’s sitting at #2,
I’m behind a dead man,
Mr. H.P. Lovecraft,
fck that,
fame is a deathtrap,
who is this H.P. Lovecraft,
not even alive some random published his book,
now he’s at #1 and I’m at #2 worldwide,
for real take a look!
I just published a new book,
take a moment to check it out,
all profits go to charity,
to prevents child abuse and ****** assault,
so not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
but you're also supporting a good cause no doubt,
because I believe we can change this world for the better,
but we have no time to waste so let’s start now!
∆
Here’s the link to the new book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
I’ll look out the window
Oh look! Its raining!
And I’ll want
To go dance in the rain
Sometimes
I’ll grow restless
And think
I need to get out!
And I’ll want
To go on a run
Sometimes
I’m cold
And I’ll think
*I’m going to curl up in a big blanket,
With a book and
A cup of hot cocoa and extra marshmallows*
And other times
I’ll be sad
Or in a,
I’m going to watch a sad movie
With ice cream
Mood
*Just do it! Eat that ice cream!
Cry in that movie!*
I’ll think
Sometimes I’ll want
To do some of these things
So I do
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
*sometimes you have to stop imagining
and just do it!*
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
She's strong and wise and sticky fingered
She's squishy and smart and colourful and fun
She's small and quick and shiny
And she's gonna find herself in
Being free
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Everytime, every single time they ask me "why?".
Why dive into the ocean when you know it's too deep?
Why walk the path though you find it too steep?
Why kiss the fire if you knew you'd burn?
Why did you go if you knew you'd return?
Why leave the track and find yourself lost in a circle?
Why did you help them only to feel them trample?
Why trust while you know it tends to rust?
Why do you care while no one does?
Why go to war when you know you'll surely die?
I never knew the answer.
But, there's one thing I know for sure,
This curse of mine has no cure.
I only hope that it is for the better.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC