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#thisisme
"It's just a phase" Or is it? My labels have changed many times Yes, that is true That doesn't mean it's a phase Life is a journey And discovering yourself takes time There're twists and turns and backtracking "Maybe I'm this label" "No, maybe I'm this" The journey may be long But it's never without purpose Your journey is valid My journey is valid I am Liam And that is my truth Say my name, my real name For that is who I am Not the version in your head I am me I am Liam Respect it or leave Be who you are And don't let anyone question it You are you Never change to fit someone else's expectations You are not a Build-a-Bear
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC
Build-a-Bear
some sunrise find me down some sunset find me up upside down my soul, my entire world love black hate light Kaos is my reality ain't no doubt i love it this is me comfy in my kaos
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 8:36 AM UTC
kaos
A few days ago, the page turned quietly. A season slipped into another, rain softened the earth, and the sky washed itself clean. And somewhere in that shift, I changed too. My heart rearranged its furniture, my mind cleared a space for truth, and my soul long silent finally exhaled. A few days ago, light found me. Truth touched me. I reached inward with trembling hands and pulled out clarity warm, alive, unmistakable. I felt myself becoming again, a living symbol, proof that I had not disappeared even when I had forgotten my own name. For so long, I had poured myself into things too small for my spirit things unworthy of the light in my eyes, the music in my smile, the quiet grace in my heart. Things that never deserved me. But a few days ago, something returned memory, identity, wholeness. I remembered who I am beneath the noise, beneath the scars, beneath the survival. And now? Fear cannot hold me. I am stronger, sharper, softer all at once. Wiser in my bones, gentler in my breath, more loving, more gracious, more kind than I have ever been. I am full again complete crowned with the greatest blessing of my life: my son. My beautiful, beautiful boy. So here’s to change. To choosing life again, not just enduring it. To laughter that cracks open the sky, to work that builds, to tears that cleanse, to rising higher than I ever thought I could. To selflessness without self-erasure, to good change, to breathing deeply again. Here’s to me to returning, to forgiving, to becoming, to living. And here’s to the ending I once feared: to releasing the man who broke me again and again, and finding my freedom in the letting go. Here’s to a heart no longer bound to what hurt it, a love reclaimed, a spirit unburdened. Here’s to being free.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
Returning
A few days ago, the page turned quietly. A season slipped into another, rain softened the earth, and the sky washed itself clean. And somewhere in that shift, I changed too. My heart rearranged its furniture, my mind cleared a space for truth, and my soul long silent finally exhaled. A few days ago, light found me. Truth touched me. I reached inward with trembling hands and pulled out clarity warm, alive, unmistakable. I felt myself becoming again, a living symbol, proof that I had not disappeared even when I had forgotten my own name. For so long, I had poured myself into things too small for my spirit things unworthy of the light in my eyes, the music in my smile, the quiet grace in my heart. Things that never deserved me. But a few days ago, something returned memory, identity, wholeness. I remembered who I am beneath the noise, beneath the scars, beneath the survival. And now? Fear cannot hold me. I am stronger, sharper, softer all at once. Wiser in my bones, gentler in my breath, more loving, more gracious, more kind than I have ever been. I am full again complete crowned with the greatest blessing of my life: my son. My beautiful, beautiful boy. So here’s to change. To choosing life again, not just enduring it. To laughter that cracks open the sky, to work that builds, to tears that cleanse, to rising higher than I ever thought I could. To selflessness without self-erasure, to good change, to breathing deeply again. Here’s to me to returning, to forgiving, to becoming, to living. And here’s to the ending I once feared: to releasing the man who broke me again and again, and finding my freedom in the letting go. Here’s to a heart no longer bound to what hurt it, a love reclaimed, a spirit unburdened. Here’s to being free.
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I apologize to my penetrated ****** for whom I rubbed and finger ****** to the comfort of others.
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Forgive me
I'm a poet, but not a conversationalist All these thoughts going through my head But really, I don't talk a lot "Why you so quiet" My tongue is caught in a knot I'll probably turn into a different person After another shot - I'm a thinker, not a speaker If you want to get know me You'll probably have to dig deeper Analyzing my every response Before finding a simple one That might hopefully reach you - I'm a poet, I'm a thinker I'm not a conversationalist, I'm not a speaker If you approach me I'll probably keep it brief Maybe it's a blessing or maybe it's a curse But if you want to get to know me I'll have to let you into my conscious first - Lowkie©
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
This Is Me
Pressure in my head Pressure in my heart All this pressure from society Is tearing me apart. They try to tell me what to want. Try to tell me who to be. Starting to feel like freedom's Just a fallacy. If I can't be by your side With a thought to call my own, Maybe it's time for me to leave. Maybe I'm better off alone. I thought I'd miss your kiss. I thought I'd miss your smile. And I won't lie, They cross my mind every once in a while. But then I remember who I am. I remember who I want to be. and I remember how good it feels When the pressure's off of me.
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Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
Pressure
I am someone who doesn’t know himself after all these years. I am someone who has unknown fears. I am someone who wants to express without being vocal. I am someone who wants to share, without being social. I am someone who doesn’t care but still cares. I am someone who looks harsh but has emotional layers. I am someone who enjoys loneliness, the company of his own. I am someone who connects and stares through the phone. I am someone who wants to travel roads and miles. I am someone whose life is entangled in files. I am someone who dreams like a child. I am someone who acts weird and wild. I am a human, a mere human I am. This is who I am, I have no shame.
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
Who Am I?
All I see around me is a happy family but I am not. All those scars and bruises make me want to mask, they make me want to run and hide. All those thoughts in my head saying "I am worth nothing, nothing at all." I resist all the things that come afterwards, The wounds, the scars, and the pills. Everyone tells me that I must have a reason to be this way A reason to bleed A reason to want to die By pills, pills and more pills. These reasons to live These reasons to die I have to choose my way to go to fight or to die.
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
Diary Series#5/Depression Poem/July 19, 2018
Pain. One thing people don't want but get The Heartache. Because of you, I think that it is my fault that something happens That's the truth That is my pain I feel everyday behind every smile. Hidden underneath my breath with every burst of laughter. The pain has made love and myself a stranger to myself The pain you feel because of everyone looking at you like you are not there. The pain that you know only a few people can see you. Love and Pain Fear of Falling Apart Everyday It is a big disaster. This is me.
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
May 18 2018/Diary Series #1
I am vulnerable. Like a budding flower, I try to open myself up to you but my petals are fragile though you are harmless to me while shut up when I am opened, I am exposed. And you are just the wind you do not know your force, your strength, until all my petals and my protection is gone. I am afraid. A child in the dark with a flickering candle. But every touch of light belongs to you, and in those moments where the light banishes the dark I am brave. I leap over the chasms that you carve into my heart the rivers you trace over my skin and though I drown in your lips it is not air that I search for. I am selfish. Though I should try to protect you my mind screams to be with you steal you away keep you even though... Even though you may not be mine forever. I am lost. I search for stable ground but with you, there is no such thing so as the ground disappears beneath us and though we are vulnerable, afraid, brave, selfish, lost, We fall together.
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
I am
Why does Nobody Understand? Wait, I know. You are Not Me. You were Not Formed With the Synopses Of my Heart, Mind, Soul. You will Never Understand. You will Only Push, Pull, Bitter, Anger, Control, Seclude, Dictate, Restrain Me. Or try To. Ha. But I Will Fight, Fly, Free, Flood, Bleed, Dream, Hope, Cherish, ******** Humour, Play, Courage. I will Be Me.
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
My Being
May I say I do have some fears Like everyone else Yes, I hate spiders Yes, I hate snakes I hate roller coasters What else do I need to let you know about me I am a really picky eater Yes, I hate celery Yes, I hate tomatoes Yes, I hate plain tastes I still have a whole lot I hate Well whats next I love my family Yes, I am the youngest Yes, My parents are divorce Yes, I hate 2 cats I like them more than you can imagine Well now lets talk more deeply about myself I hate the way my body is made I hate that I look more like my dad than my mom I hate that I am the shortest senior in my grade But Yes I am fearfully made
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Fearfully made
Well let me just say, I am not that big of a fan when it comes to myself But there are some things I wouldn’t to put on a shelf I love my hazel eyes that like to switch colors and sparkle when the sun beams Compared to some other teens I love my long eyelashes that I magicly have But I don’t like how they don’t curve My face wasn’t clear But now it only does that a few time through the year I may be really shy at first But trust me I will definitely burst Music is something that always keeps me calm Because its the bomb I love being creative with some things I’m not that good to paint Colorado Springs though I love my hobbies But I don’t like coffee I love how I keep an eye on something that really sticks out to me Because hoepfully someday mine it will be I will always love my summer tan But sadly not as tan as one of my sisters Morgan
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
A few things I love about myself
I’m 5’1 I have blonde red hair I wake up every morning and pray thanks I do things everyday that I’m scared to do I fight everyday against Anorexia Nervosa I remind myself everyday my happiness is first This is Me
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
This is Me
You are saying I am cruel I bet you even care Yes I am rude and also somewhat mean Because I am a thunderous sea trying to calm the hurricane of your betrayal going inside me You think I don't know that you're the one spreading the rumors Thank you for sharing with the world your opinion of me I was not like this before You loved me, you stood up for me Making my already hard life somewhat nice It's you who forced my mind To shut the windows of my demons but then, they finally convinced you. these people, you call your friends. stole me from my happiness and rid you of your love for me. and from that day on I have thanked you, for making me a stronger person, for making me hate you, for making my life; a living hell.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Thank you :)
There're so many people who open your eyes            and show you the craters they see in the skies Perspectives are jaded when Truth's within reach   and I have rejected most people who teach I forfeit the frenzies they feed themselves to I'd rather go hungry than eat out of you And even if crazy is all I've become      My sanity's measured by little to none I drew my conclusions like everyone else in anger and envy that put my in hell The fire was pretty, the darkness the same              but I want to hear what the light has to say I cannot be honest if I cannot see Surrender my soul to the Spirit in me
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
In 19 Eighty Nine
she was always looking away at the river, the sun, her phone never did her eyes meet anyone else's, and she never smiled she was sick and fragile and never smiled but people loved her anyway as they hugged her and held her close she never smiled she'd answer their questions in the least personal way and they wouldn't ask too many questions or anything that was personal and she'd ask many questions leading into personal parts of their lives she sat alone with her hair hanging like a curtain in front of her face hiding her brokenness from the world worst of all, she hid behind this falseness that she showed off to the world a blank mask that held everyone at an arm's length and she never smiled
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
she never smiled
Late for everything, Awkward by choice, Zealous for nothing, Yet always tired LAZY I really wish I wasn’t like this But I don’t really have a say of any kind Personally i think its because of depression It’s like a crippling crutch for my mind I try to work hard, I really do I know that it seems like i don’t But you don’t know what I’m going through Getting tired of being tired Waiting for some inspiration to come my way But if some never comes Then, “Oh well” is all I can say Lethargy is something I have And it admittedly it’s getting pretty bad Zebra, zebra, zebra Yes, you just witnessed it first-hand LAZY…
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
LAZY
My name is Gabrielle Rose Pimentel But everyone calls me Gwen My mom wanted to name me Gaby But my dad insisted that my nickname should come from their names So I got the G from grace and the WEN from Wendell and formed Gwen I have 4 moles on my face and a ton more on my body One eye is smaller than the other I have dimples on my fingers I like to connect my moles My hands have caught so much pain, they are blistered My shoulders swelling from the weight of the world My feet red from running around in circles trying to figure out what I did wrong And yes, I have a double chin I can get pretty random From the pyramids of giza to why does soap bubble? I’ve loved and it is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced It takes you on this rocket ship into the void And it makes you feel like all the shooting stars are falling for you But with love comes hurt I’ve been hurt and I’ve learned That the more i try to stop the bleeding, the more it goes So I let it bleed, and I allow myself to feel the pain I feel things very deeply and every feeling is either a bandage to a wound or a punch in the stomach I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse I’ve been careless, I am learning I walk on the glass shards of life barefoot, hoping that the wounds teach me a lesson As if the blood on my feet carry the answers to my biggest questions I am just 15 years old My eyes wide as the universe, ever expanding, ready to see all there is to see My brain, eager like a little child at the ice cream store, wanting to taste every flavor there is I am at the peak of my own age of exploration Waiting for my marco polo moment, when suddenly everything will be clear Do questions have legs? Because a ton of them run through my mind Do aliens exist? Is God real? Are there really mermaids? Can dogs feel? Do plants talk? How big is the universe? Is everything real or merely a dream? Why is there poverty? Is there a cure for cancer? Why do bad things happen to good people? Is there any hope left in this world? Will my questions ever be answered? If life was a new movie everyday, I would be at the front row I wanted to see everything that was about to happen I would stare at it all day in fear that if I looked  away I would’ve missed my prince charming I will obsess over every detail, trying to figure out what it means And this is probably why its good that life doesn’t have a movie It’s the uncertainity of it all that makes life so special It gives you the choice whether you want to embrace it Or let it hold you captive and paranoid of whats about to happen In my case, I learned that I should just let life go and take its natural course of action Never mess with the universe because the universe is beyond our imagination We think we’re so important Like the world revolves around us but really we aren’t even as small as a speck compared to everything I'm Gwen and I'm just 15 But this is me, this is who I am And I'm so done changing myself just for others
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Introduction
My name is Gabrielle Rose Pimentel But everyone calls me Gwen My mom wanted to name me Gaby But my dad insisted that my nickname should come from their names So I got the G from grace and the WEN from Wendell and formed Gwen I have 4 moles on my face and a ton more on my body One eye is smaller than the other I have dimples on my fingers I like to connect my moles My hands have caught so much pain, they are blistered My shoulders swelling from the weight of the world My feet red from running around in circles trying to figure out what I did wrong And yes, I have a double chin I can get pretty random From the pyramids of giza to why does soap bubble? I’ve loved and it is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced It takes you on this rocket ship into the void And it makes you feel like all the shooting stars are falling for you But with love comes hurt I’ve been hurt and I’ve learned That the more i try to stop the bleeding, the more it goes So I let it bleed, and I allow myself to feel the pain I feel things very deeply and every feeling is either a bandage to a wound or a punch in the stomach I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse I’ve been careless, I am learning I walk on the glass shards of life barefoot, hoping that the wounds teach me a lesson As if the blood on my feet carry the answers to my biggest questions I am just 15 years old My eyes wide as the universe, ever expanding, ready to see all there is to see My brain, eager like a little child at the ice cream store, wanting to taste every flavor there is I am at the peak of my own age of exploration Waiting for my marco polo moment, when suddenly everything will be clear Do questions have legs? Because a ton of them run through my mind Do aliens exist? Is God real? Are there really mermaids? Can dogs feel? Do plants talk? How big is the universe? Is everything real or merely a dream? Why is there poverty? Is there a cure for cancer? Why do bad things happen to good people? Is there any hope left in this world? Will my questions ever be answered? If life was a new movie everyday, I would be at the front row I wanted to see everything that was about to happen I would stare at it all day in fear that if I looked  away I would’ve missed my prince charming I will obsess over every detail, trying to figure out what it means And this is probably why its good that life doesn’t have a movie It’s the uncertainity of it all that makes life so special It gives you the choice whether you want to embrace it Or let it hold you captive and paranoid of whats about to happen In my case, I learned that I should just let life go and take its natural course of action Never mess with the universe because the universe is beyond our imagination We think we’re so important Like the world revolves around us but really we aren’t even as small as a speck compared to everything I'm Gwen and I'm just 15 But this is me, this is who I am And I'm so done changing myself just for others
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The past is gone and washed away Those scars and tears were yesterday's I'm new I'm clean I'll be who I can The future is right here in the palm of my hand The past is a story, that I'm done telling The hope and joy that will come, Keeps swelling I'm moving on stronger each day Now all I have to do is find my way Goodbye demons, doubts, and pain I'm going to go out and enjoy the rain That rain will wash you away And then I'll start with a brand new day
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
I will find my way
You see me, At first glance, I may look like a strong young women. Like I have confidence, Like I don't care about what other people say. But if you look closer you'd see the miniscule fractures that make up my heart, The broken peices of my soul left in the hands of those I love, The tears that come down my eyes, when I think no one is looking. *I am broken.. Always have been. Always will.*
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Confessions
Can't  you see what you do to me? The way you make me feel? Can't you see it in the way my eyes light when I talk around you? Can't you see it in the way I act around you? I'm not usually like this.. I was shy and unrevealing of  my emotions.. Can't you see that I trust you? Can't you see that I love our hugs? My arms around you shoulders and my face pressed into your neck? Can't you see what you do to me? Can't you see how you make me feel?
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Can't you see??
*'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?* I am done fighting for someone who isn't worth my time, This song describes exactly how I feel. He is/was my clarity for my broken world.. Now He's gone...
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Clarity-Zedd-- Reflections
I once dreamed of a life where all was how I wanted it, He was there, by my side, never leaving. Her and I were talking again, and all my friends got along. I never had to worry if what I was doing was goo enough because my parents were fine with anything I did, as long as I was happy. I never had a problem with communication or showing my true feelings But it was only a dream..
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I Dreamed A Dream
So you want to make me? A moody? Ok, here's what you do. Have a caring soul. Tear that soul's heart to pieces. Then try to reassemble those parts. If you are successful, put that heart inside of a body that is fat, too tall. and not noticed by anyone. There you have a moody. Caitlin Moody.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Recipe