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"achosenword" poems
"And for the first time in a long time I found a hope I once lost to a storm, a happiness I knew I had, but needed to find again." Isnt it hard to breathe underneath all that mask? I ask my self daily, while I listen to the world, but hide myself in my shell. Insecurity: discouragement of one's true beauty, an adornment courtesy of too many misplaced trusts in society's lust for perfection. The idea, planted false notion in me, a seed of deceit, one I taught myself to believe; to question who I am. How much am I worth? Am I something artificial? Somedays I don't feel real. My doubt undermines my potential. How do you know if your good enough? My mind has no answer; but the heart knows I already am. I just need to learn to listen, not be so stubborn minded, less susceptible to belittling self. Its hard you know, when youve been told, by yourself your whole life, that you are coal, instead of diamonds. Ive been my harshest critic, forgiving of others but often unforgiving of my own mistakes. Not allowing myself to heal. Ironic, to be so sensitive to others but ignorant of my self, my own brutal teacher of lessons in self esteem. I had to reclaim the cofidence, I exchanged at an early age for inferiority, insecurity. I had to learn to love myself, a hard lesson, but one worth all the trouble I experienced. Now I am no longer the girl searching for someone else, but a woman who has found herself. I have learned to be kinder to me. Accept myself as I am; love me unconditionally. ©achosenword
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Self Acceptance
"And for the first time in a long time I found a hope I once lost to a storm, a happiness I knew I had, but needed to find again." Isnt it hard to breathe underneath all that mask? I ask my self daily, while I listen to the world, but hide myself in my shell. Insecurity: discouragement of one's true beauty, an adornment courtesy of too many misplaced trusts in society's lust for perfection. The idea, planted false notion in me, a seed of deceit, one I taught myself to believe; to question who I am. How much am I worth? Am I something artificial? Somedays I don't feel real. My doubt undermines my potential. How do you know if your good enough? My mind has no answer; but the heart knows I already am. I just need to learn to listen, not be so stubborn minded, less susceptible to belittling self. Its hard you know, when youve been told, by yourself your whole life, that you are coal, instead of diamonds. Ive been my harshest critic, forgiving of others but often unforgiving of my own mistakes. Not allowing myself to heal. Ironic, to be so sensitive to others but ignorant of my self, my own brutal teacher of lessons in self esteem. I had to reclaim the cofidence, I exchanged at an early age for inferiority, insecurity. I had to learn to love myself, a hard lesson, but one worth all the trouble I experienced. Now I am no longer the girl searching for someone else, but a woman who has found herself. I have learned to be kinder to me. Accept myself as I am; love me unconditionally. ©achosenword
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All the walking books I have yet to read; the human hearts that beat. Soon to be acquaintances or lifelong friends. Some come and go as surface dwellers. Others stay, and come to know you better; the roots of the tree that gave birth to its branches. Reveal to me more than your shallow surface, I want to know the deeper you, the intricacies that make up who you are. I will build a bridge between your heart and mine, listen to understand. I will choose to climb the ladder leaving judgment on the shelf below. Be unafraid to trust in intimacy. Hide no part of you bare your scars to me for I have them too my love will only grow in light of all you show. Be courageous in faith. Share with me the wear and tear of a human heart Lovers bearing scars, bare to me all the unpretty things that make you beautiful. ©achosenword
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
Beauty is only skin deep
"Lonely is something I am accustom to, not something I desire to be, but have learned to accept." -the wolf In the way Only the wolf can Soft cries I bared my soul Shed tears Whispered dreams Fed fears To the black widow Of cold night Lifetimes Of alone Rolled into A half smile Of hope A sliver Of moon Perhaps One day Soon The rooster Will crow a tune Of love Ill wake up From this nightmare Of hollow Bones No longer vacant Of wamrth But curiously Touched By the fingers Of a wanderer Who saw it fit To curl breath between The spaces To make my empty A home ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Lone wolf
(Mansuetude: mildness, gentleness) Moon and Sun are reflections of the quiet calm inducing light that breathes in the lungs of his eyes immeasurable beauty Like staring into dragon fire I lose myself inside everytime they meet mine our souls a ball of twine ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
The Mansuetude of love
morning fog some days it feels like I am barely existing above the waves of silence the small still voice of black birds ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Sparrows
with a thud and clink of a locking door my heart did sink right down to the floor like a half moon does into the grey forest smoke the lonely and lost I am forgotten by you the one I remember most my house of heart you once called home now just a rented space searching for a tenant to love ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Foreclosure
Share with me the wear and tear of a human heart Lovers bearing scars bare to me all the unpretty things that make you beautiful ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Intimacy
it is so cold here in the shade of your shadow just a memory the leaves have long fallen now I wish I could forget you ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
Just a memory
petals of rain unfolding into the skin love shatters soft like warmth on a stone it tempers all despair ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Petals of rain
a needle through the eye tiny stars I knit the dark into dreams ©achosenword
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
Dreamer