#talented
One step forward ,I can’t go back to what I’m use to .one step forward ,I can’t let it get to me .one step forward ,I’m almost at victory .family and friends I keep them around but family and friends can keep me down. one wrong word I’m back on the ground . I can’t step away cause they always need me now. I’m forgiving I’m not forgetting and it’s making me feel unready . I keep forcing myself to think I can heal you but you’re just not ready . And I knew too. I keep bringing myself down . I can’t go back to what I’m use .
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 6:43 AM UTC
You are a SAVAGE!!!
You are a BEAST,
You got what it takes,
Just to say the least.
You have creativity,
You are top notch,
To be so brilliant,
You are so on top.
Whatever you are doing,
please don't stop,
They're a lot people out there
Wishes they had what you got.
You are book smart, and
You are very wise,
Street smart as well,
as to a genius in disguise!!!
I don't know what it is, but
there's something about your wits,
You are a SUPER STAR!!!
Yeah,
YOU ARE IT!!!!
So, always remember:
YOU ARE THE FULL PACKAGE,
Keep doing what you are doing,
BECAUSE YOU ARE A SAVAGE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/12/2025
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
never knew it,
never was I self-percepted,
that anything exceptional,
lay within, neither obvious
or dormant, was just an ordinary
if not, extra-ordinary pained
child by peers and my surrounders
and my own words yet today,
do not confer any distinction
when yours irradiate me into
a stunned and silenced reverie,
a reminder, a minder, that talent
recognizes no laws of equilibrium,
equality, and certainty not, equity
so I read with shocked, shocked, I tell you,
bemusement but comprehensive perception
when the young and extra~special confide,
their own misperceptions, overwhelmed by
the anxiety
of the billions of sky stars, and letters in their
twinkling orbs when forming identifiable comets with tagalong
dust trails^ of the debris of words that are formed by
their travels and travails on orbits
not necessarily predetermined
by gravitational adult pulleys, a gravity upon
their projected, sometimes directed,
sometimes not,
trajectory
*"and yet, though an orbit is a type of trajectory,
not all trajectories are orbits"*
nor are
*"some comets, particularly
those from outside our solar system,
that move so fast that the Sun's gravity
is not strong enough to capture them
into a closed orbit*
*These comets follow an open, curved path
through the solar system and then
continue on into interstellar space,
never to be seen again*"
so be advised,
as you reassemble the debris from the multi~universe,
when assembling your owned,
unique~verse,
create your tail
and trail,
the futurity
of you is to be both
silent and loud,
absorbing and disgorging,
to awed and to be humbled,
by all that and those who went before,
all once younger and talented,
and knew this self-same anxiety,
but never let the fearing of their
the mystery of plotting of their
path
deter them
from exploring the skies and deep mines of the
sea trenches where undiscovered mysteries
abide
<nml>
4:59am
in the city where one can never see the
light of the stars,
particularly
by their owners
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
I Am Different,
I am one of a kind,
I have a sharp, skilled, and
structured kind of mind,
Peeps with this gift,
is very hard to find, but
I'm the only me, and
to me, that's just fine.
I enjoy what I say,
I enjoy what I do,
I differ from others and
I think that's cool,
like my own little kingdom,
that I totally rule,
like a diamond in a rough,
such a beautiful jewel,
I have my own style, and
I think that's sweet,
I enjoy the good feeling, and
I feel complete!!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/15/2025
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
everytime I'm with other people,
I get reminded of how talentless I am-
they're all ******* shining stars,
while I'm one of those that are glow-less,
tucked away in a lil corner.
maybe I'm born in the wrong era,
maybe I'll be talented in another day.
maybe, just maybe, I'm famous in a parallel universe.
but they're all 'maybes'
isn't it time to give up?
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 7:35 AM UTC
An individual lacking a particular talent
but is honest, open-minded, teachable,
enthusiastic and adamant has a higher
chance at success than a talented person
lacking all the other qualities.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
so many unique and talented persons
you‘ll think;
am i one of them?
i don‘t know.
but i think there are only two possibilities
either there are these rare humans that are born every few years or
we are all rare and talented
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
Perfectly beautiful
Imperfectly heartbroken
Entirely talented
Wasted creativeness
Full of potiental
Waste of space
Utterly and completely perfect.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
(I wrote this light hearted communique years ago when thy youngest of deux darling demure offspring found more enjoyment then she would as a soon tubby celebrating nineteen orbitz round mister Sun).
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Just my luck on a freaky Friday, while living in another world unfettered from the parent trap that a life-size machete conveniently available to fend off mean girls racing in their life-size love bug christened “Herbie fully loaded” while cranking up the song “ultimate” somehow found me to get a clue that raven-symone a prairie home companion.
Please pardon this bard of Belmont hills for brazenly barging into your life – without even so much as a gold plated invitation. The nerve of this nattering nabob of Narberth to perform a google search in an effort to pay homage to such smart as a whip wealthy woman, whom maintains lustrous beauty even whence approaching the half century longevity chronological benchmark.
A whim to scribble stream of consciousness thoughts about the mother of one constantly caught in the infamous cross hairs of media blitz krieg must induce chronic ferocity against this plague of tabloid locusts.
Such scrutiny seems to be the price one (and/or her/his kith and/or kin) must unfairly pay to be in the limelight of fame and fortune.
As one absolutely anonymous any man ambling along the boulevard of broken dreams, I envy luxurious lifestyle of the rich and famous as all my children (two teenage daughters) freely scamper away from dark shadows indicating the edge of night as the world turns.
Also, no great expectation (by dickens) goads me (an ordinary mister mom manning the ongoing – nearly infinite – needs and wants of thy fourteen and twelve year old lasses, whom contribute immensely to a more purposely driven life no matter they present untenable wishes.
Back in the day when this papa could afford plethora of fios cable channels, but mainly thru the subtle influence of thine younger offspring (who will celebrate her thirteenth anniversary of existence on this temporal plane or rather oblate spheroid in space), I chanced to watch television programs with Lindsay Lohan as one (if not) the leading actress(es) and found the characters she portrayed quite entertaining to escape the cares and concerns of an uncertain global state of affairs.
These days, aol headline pages incessantly splash with minor infraction(s) that inevitably lands your lovely Lindsay incarcerated for mere misdemeanors no doubt stoking the fires of fervid frenzy within your being.
Only heartfelt commiseration found me to tap out this missive (while a golden opportunity existed to co-opt our only macbook – while the spouse soundly sleeps and thy progeny preoccupied with interpersonal connections) to express said sentiment of compassion and adulation for a most superlative maternal role well done.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
as far as she knew,
nobody had cared.
x-y-z... straight to the very end.
internal self-doubt
exemplies itself in her head.
traces down her spine,
yells until she just can’t take it.
(now read straight down the far left column)
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
I can't tell if you're talented at this
Or if I'm just
Easy like that
Because every move you make
Drives me crazier
Than the last.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring has begun
my dearest Daddy’s Birthday is done
he is not a man of celebrations
i want to disclose this personal’s manifest
as his blueprint, i am really beatific
i am very fortunate to be able to recollect
all and everything
to be your beloved daughter
is one most precious and delightful evidence
such a coziest feel to have you in my presence
you embody all that is calm and peaceful
no other impervious Daddy then you, my handsome sensitive
your BirthDay, dearest Daddy is never nebulous
the reputations you left us are all fabulous
you told me tales, they are in fact realities
you are one of a kind, your mind so sublime
you constantly cared and loved me, i am your prime
i love to tell superlatives about you
you deserve the most, dearest Daddy,
i am very proud of you, of your humor and your visions
your cartoons, drawings, and your fascinating paintings
you conjured magic in all your writings
C.C. was your weekly talkings
Charlie was your weekly walkings
in the world of Charlie Chan
i am very fond of you, my very talented Daddy
i know your world too, owned by you as a stage performer….
i remember everything, every detail hidden in my mind
i wish to reveal the most precious thing
last night i went to your place, i was wondering
you were not there, i started sobbing….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
21st March 2017
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
"I know what you're thinking," he says. "That today's just like any other day. That today is just your birthday; that other people are also born on the day you were born. And you're thinking: what is even so special about this day if other people are born too? If other people are much more talented, beautiful and lucky souls, then they deserve so much more than I do."
She replies him with a silent smile, waiting for him to construct his words-- to see what he could possible come up with to make this day, at least, brighter than the others.
"You know I love you, and I say this to you everyday. But just like any other soul, you are just as talented, beautiful and lucky. And what makes you special is that your existence makes me talented, beautiful and lucky in return. That's what makes you special to me. And I don't think I need a special or certain day to say all of this to you, because you're special in your whole life, from the moment you existed. You don't need a special day-- you have a special life."
She nods with a tinge of pride for him as it dusts her cheeks: she is glad she has someone like him who understands her.
He finishes, "This is why you're special to me. This is why I love you. And in the least, this day is a little more special that the others."
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
Bland
Yet talented
John Z. Adams
Once
World Champion
By battle royal
Always
Looked over
Due to personality
As
Time past
His greatness noticed
Often
Looking backwards
We discover things
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
I'm smart, I tell myself as I fail another exam
I'm strong, I whisper as I collapse doing a push up
I'm beautiful, I say ******* my waist in as far as I can
I'm talented, I murmur as I try to play the piano
You're thick, they tell me as I stand and speak before an audience
You're weak, they whisper as I dance for three hours straight
You're ugly, they say as I shake petals from my flower filled hair
You're ******* they murmur as I draw a child with a boat
You're smart, I tell her as a brand new scar bleeds profusely
You're strong, I whisper as I stick it back together
You're beautiful, I say as it fades to white against her skin
You're talented, I murmur as she runs off again to play.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
She was told,
There is always something special about what people hold
Talented people who are perfect at their job,
And they have a talent that no one can rob
She thought she too had something precious,
Something inside her waiting to be discovered
Tried to get it all out,
But ended up soon
Because she was a moon,
Who needs sun to sparkle at night
Just like that, she had no light,
No talent and no beauty,
Rough and scattered personality
She is losing faith in herself day by day,
Losing every single reason to be gay
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
i do not understand
why you only see your flaws
when you are so wonderful in my eyes
i watch you perform
i watch your eyes light up
and i see the smile on your face that is rare these days
you may think you aren't good enough
but if you could only see how wonderful you are
how you continue to inspire me and all of us
how much envy i hold when i see your talents
i wish i had your confidence
and the ability to do what you do
i hope one day you realize the wonderful things that you do
are not just for others
but for you
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Beautiful as faith!
Beautiful as hope!
Beautiful as your parents helping God bring an angel into this world.
Beautiful as brother and sister playing.
Beautiful as hearing children laughing.
Beautiful as warm sunshine though a window,
On a cold winter's day.
Beautiful as a garden of colorful roses.
Beautiful as a rainbow.
Beautiful as cotton clouds floating in a blue sky.
Beautiful when you look up to heaven with a bright smile.
Beautiful as happiness.
Beautiful when you play piano song.
Your piano song is so beautiful it makes me cry.
You are beautiful as...
(C) 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
They say women can't fight
Can't write good poetry
Can't create good paintings
Can't play sports
Can't work good jobs
Or do what a man does
I think they're afraid
Afraid that women might be better than them or equal in skill
Silly sexists
The world is changing
Changing for the better
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
It was then uncovered onto my wee young years,
But left out in the cupboard, perhaps out of fears.
All in a snap, it opened like Pandora’s Box
And spread hope and joy that dispelled strife and hell’s fox.
Moving on and out truly have been the best choice
For I have now found a reason to use my voice;
From quiet, a translucent soul’s metamorphosed,
Lo and behold, a phoenix thumps more than supposed.
See how the golden voice transformed this mute maiden,
A voice that has made her life turned and forgiven;
Here now, she sings and strums not for herself no more,
She now sings for better things that matter than score.
Look at how things change when touched by her gentle song,
The rain stops pouring, the bad turns to good along;
To think, it wasn’t other people whom she touched,
Even she herself, pure to the soul, have been changed.
See now, she’ll continue to belt out her good hymn
Until her swan song will be last as it seem;
But forever will her flight to bring goodness be,
So the wind sings with her muses onto the sea.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC