I am here
I am me
But I’m not seen
no, just looked through
passed over like a left over bread
used like an essential machine
To be touched not to be felt
To be gawked not to be seen
To be left not to be held
To be consumed not to be tasted
To be perceived not to be smelt
Whatever they make of me is what I’ll be
If the distance crevices of my mind are to protest, it is shut down
I am but an unwilling puppet, patiently waiting my demise
Food tastes like air to the specter
Laughter like a sudden madness
Tears like a tired tale of ever flowing rivers of sadness
death sounds like bliss, because live seems like a disease
I am here
I am me
I am invisible©yenzyoh
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Does life have a check list?
Everyone is familiar with expectations. Even more common are the expectations that your family and the society wants from you. It starts like this: Go to school, Get a degree, Get into the work force, Get married and have kids. Of course the list goes on as your age progresses. But these societal check boxes are given a time limit. Apart from that, there is a concept that implies that fulfilling checklist will make you happy. So many people get disillusioned when their ticked check boxes does nothing for them.
There’s one thing such people should know- life does not give you checklist. I’m not saying that people should not be ambitious, the contrary is said here. Be your own person with your own purpose. Know why you are doing the things that you do. Don’t do anything just because society says that it’s the next step. Why are you studying that degree and choosing that work? If you don’t have your personal answer, then some revaluation is needed. Any check boxes you have should be truly yours.
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Life is make belief
A game without rules this life is
A stage set for everyone to lose
Only fools will strive to understand the madness that this is
After all vanity has no real meaning
The hidden consciousness we have cannot be seen
Until we surrender to the fact of the irony
life is make belief I tell thee
Brothers and sisters, let’s make a great play out of it
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Life
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Angels
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Moonlight sounds
Don't just keep this to yourself:
The days are like Ghosts
Don't just keep this to yourself:
The noise of the ocean
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Mystic
She sits in the dark corners
At the late hours of the night
Uncovering the mysteries of her being
She dares to tread
What others fear and dread
Throwing all caution to the air
No one knows her trueness, her sincerity
An enigma to the world, she represents
Elusive, you have to search to find her current abode
Rare, a fine breed of human, she is
The mystic
She delves into the spiritual
Searches the supernatural for the natural
She knows all what’s physical,
Has a Spirit base
She knows the difference between good and bad
Practices the true, she throws away the wrong
Her soul is too mature for evil
Her mind is a philosophy
Nature’s working, a very own fascination
Governed by balance, she goes
Finding her own true way
Don't just keep this to yourself:
The question
The noise has stopped
Fragrance of pain has been erased
As I trace the origin of my past
My finger, drawing figures in the sand
The cooing of the birds above me
As I try to follow the rhythm of the water
Which tries to mimic the swaying of the trees and leaves
Mother nature,
Will you be of help to me today?
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Scratches
I am sorry to tell you
that all your efforts has just been scratches on my defense
You have not even started reaching within my surface-yet
Like I have touched yours
It’s all just scratches dear
As you try to break down the fortress around my heart
But do you why it’s even there?
Because the world did not consider me important to reach for
Keep on scratching my dear
I am sure someday you will find a great shovel
To make your way through my guard
Then will I be forever glad
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Awakening
I was the one you buried
Who never died
I am the demon
Which haunts your heart
In the earth I layed
To rise to taunt
From my bowel a growl grows
Before it erupts
Like the lion’s roar
The one who was you
returns
Don't just keep this to yourself:
Poems
Poems give me life
Makes me breathe
Puts me to sleep
Poems brings me chills
Turns on a light
Gives me feels
Poems turn me on
Shut me down
Making this little girl cry
Poems wake me up
Tells me to be strong
Works me up
Poems tells me truths
Gives me voice
Makes me smile
Poems reeks of lies
Hits me hard
Makes me smile
Poems, my very life source
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