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Sep 2014 Yadira

Willow-Anne

I feel like I'll never understand
The idea of one's appeal
What causes us to hate someone
And think of someone else as 'ideal'

How can we go through our lives
Making decisions every day
When we don't even understand
Why we think this way

Are we simply born this way
Programmed with our opinions
Are we traveling though our lives
Just acting as our emotion's minions

But if that if that truly is case
Then I find it very strange
How at some points in our lives
Our opinions start to change

What causes us to change
What causes this mental shift
Why is it after a certain time
Our old self starts to drift

Do our feelings ever really die?
Can our beliefs so easily sway?
And if our thoughts are what define us
Do our old selves fade away?

What happens when you can't decide
What you think is the right way
Yes, what happens then?
*Maybe we just fade away

Sep 2014 Yadira

Benevolence

Sep 2014 Yadira

Willow-Anne

Benevolence

There are so many times in life
When we are forced to choose
Do we help someone else win
Even if it means that we lose

For me the choice has been easy
Always fill other people with cheer
Even if the choice hurts me,
It's worth it to remove their tear.

There are times when it gets lonely
Putting others before one's self
There are times when it almost feels
Like I put my own needs on a shelf

While doing all I can for others
I try my best to never complain
But even with my best efforts
It's me that gets left out in the rain

When someone needs a friend
I'm always the one that they call
Then when they are feeling better
I'm ignored; left alone too bawl

I don't regret the things I have done
Because it helped show them I care
But sometimes it'd be nice for me
If somebody could be there

Throughout my entire life
I've been hurt putting others first
But never having the favor returned
...that is definitely the worst.

Sep 2014 Yadira

Anxiety

Sep 2014 Yadira

Willow-Anne

Anxiety

Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place

Sep 2014 Yadira

Loneliness

Sep 2014 Yadira

Willow-Anne

Loneliness

I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me

"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3

Sep 2014 Yadira

HOBO ANTHEM

Sep 2014 Yadira

Traveler

HOBO ANTHEM

Once I lived deep in a forest
My bleeding heart turned to stone
I disappeared out in the shadows
A hollow tree I called home

I know what it is to be a hobo
Train to train, same house twice
I know how it feels to beg and borrow
To share my roll with scratchy mice

Once I even tried to phone home
But the number slipped my weary mind
And when I finally did remember
It all seem such a waste of time

Do you know what it's like to be a hobo?
Nobody knows you when you're down
Memories haunt you like a cold wind
I was lost but now I'm found

Now I live upon a mountain
High above the raging sea
Timeless, old but not forgotten
This hobo nature inside of me...

Song lyrics.
I need a vocalist to accompany my guitar.

Sep 2014 Yadira

To Be(20w)

Sep 2014 Yadira

Shannon Jeffery

To Be(20w)

To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war

Sep 2014 Yadira

A grain of sand

Sep 2014 Yadira

Musfiq us shaleheen

A grain of sand

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*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Reply to the dearest Poet Joe Cole's this week challenge:
this poem is based on life how it has become changed in course of time like a rolling stone to a grain.

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(Joe Cole's Challenge)

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#life #time #dark #change #sand #stone #moving #rolling #grain

Sep 2014 Yadira

The girl who used to be me.

Sep 2014 Yadira

Haylee VanDeGrift

The girl who used to be me.

When I look in the mirror I’m not sure who I see,
This girl looking back at me,
She is sad and tired,
She has nothing left to give,
It’s hard to realize what I feel inside,
So dark,
So afraid,
Not even there,
Some people look,
Some people stare,
To see if I am really here,
My eyes began to tear,
I need something new,
Something to come into view,
It’s time to see,
The girl who used to be me.

Aug 2014 Yadira

The Evil Of Clocks

Aug 2014 Yadira

Nicole Ann Sandoval

The Evil Of Clocks

Life, is a ticking time bomb.
with a very short fuse.
were all in it to win it.
But, were all just going to lose.
Death is inevitable.
We don't get to choose.
Death.
One day we will all reach our final breath.
So don't be upset if time ages you.
Were all dying.
If all men are created equal
Then all that matters is our own self-worth.
Death has been promised to us at birth.
It may be the only promise we don't live long enough to see break.
Because Death doesn't care whose life it going to take.
The hands of a clock are evil, and blind.
They don't mind if you're Old and feeble,
Or young and dumb but kind.
enjoy this year, we get so few.
Sooner than later, there will be no time left for you.
Because when the clock strikes that its' your time to go.
It's your time to go.
Clocks aren't self respecting.
They'll wait till you're least expecting.
Then it's hands will reach out to ****** you.
You can try to run but it's hands are destined to catch you
And strangle you lifeless when they do.
Everyone you know will become empty shells of themselves,
When your chest loses it's rise and fall.
But, death is inevitable, after all.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn