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Delicate You (Poem)

Delicate You

The day has been so sad, no happiness today.

Until I saw her, the beautiful face that took me away.

Like a gentle flower, her smile, her laugh, her heart.

Emotions of many, indescribable like intriguing art.

No worries, no problems, crossed through my mind.

But the only image of her, who I thought, sweet and divine.

I was so happy, for when I saw her shine.

For I was sad, knowing, I could only see her for one time.

Cherish the moments, for only a short time to last.

Everlastings go swiftly, like a delicate rose, to the past.

For it's just a dream, a hopeless scene to me.

Thoughts of what ifs, is how it will always be.

From now until then, I always stayed strong.

From that last moment of her, I walked away saying so long.

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Music Is Me (Poem)

Music Is Me

Music is a passion

Music is my dream

Music is more important than it seems

It takes the pains

It takes the tears

It takes everything you've been hiding all these years

It takes it all

But you can't see

The importance it has for me

I won't show it

I won't tell it

For only the melody can sing it

Sing it loud

Sing it proud

Sing it when nobody is around

You love it

You keep it

Hoping one day you might be it

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Watch me perform my slam poem here.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PO24TQm1M7M

Bloopers:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-55mEYTnuw

What Would You Do?

One thing, we need to do, is have changes.

Never showing your true self, always hiding, stuck like a mole in a hole in our little cages. 

Never showing who we are, do we know what we will become,

what if…

we are…

destined to be the same.

What do I want me to be?  What can I do?  Where do I begin?  Where should I start?  Should I change my name?  Should I change my heart.  Or should I know what it is before I change it.

 

We are broken by holding in what we never want to show.

 

Who’s a doctor, business man, lawyer, mechanic, teacher, architect, accountant, pilot, janitor, or anything else?  What are you?

Bunch of liars, cheaters, drinkers, and wasters is what most of you really do.

 

Aren't you sick of it!  To be real, you can’t just simply walk in to Mordor and say to everyone who you are, stark naked!

Revealing is the true gift that you can show, be judged, don’t fear it, just forget them, and remember you…

 

Lonely in the shadows, you can’t be free, always thrashing and gnashing and screaming and throbbing, the torture is long, just hold the pain.  I've been in your position to know what it’s like to be you and the hell you've been through, I know what it’s like, it’s hard to tame.

 

It’s not pretty.  It’s my property.  My attic.

 

Always living with sorrowful regret like a little toy bear that wants to be hugged, kissed, and cuddled. Searching and searching and searching and searching and searching, you’re getting closer to all the torments, regrets, and pains that will leave you after the deep dark tunnel.

 

You say you can change just like that (Snap Finger). Going around telling the dumb world who you are saying Fa… La!... La!!!

 

I don’t know who I am because it scares me…

 

Get lost, get out, die...  Get drunk, move out, grow up, this isn't your fantasy world, this world is competition among the tigers and lions, pretending you are what you’re not.  So HA!

 

Erase the pretenders, erase the losers, erase the ones that put us down to their eyes of their deep bowels in which they pretend to help on.

Screw all of them, this is something that we don’t need, they never helped us, they never saw our pains, they chose… to live the same life by going along.

 

Instead...  Stand up!  Take a fight!  Never back down! Rebel to be who you are and what you are, I’ll join you too.

The real question is, from all the false images, fake lies, and the thing of dark and deep chaos that you show to your closest ones you hold dearest.

 

What would you do?...  Admit that you never knew yourself.

 

I would remember; it could be for the best, you know what, it would be better, for all of us, including myself.  It would be better than looking like another boring book along with the others on the same shelf.

 

So look into your inner soul, and ask yourself, am I truly happy with who I am or what I am pretending to be?

Look at yourself, how do you view yourself, do you believe that you are true with your appearance on what you and your believing friends see? 

Is it because you might be afraid that people will judge you if you change yourself to who you really are and how you really live by?

Forget them; they’re the ones that are arrogant, selfish, naive, and stupid to let an opportunity like this come by in which they always ask. 

Why?... Why?!  Because I got to let go… 

So stick out! Be amazing!  Show the true side that most people like you or me never hear or see.

Don’t be shy, don’t be afraid, show your true colors, show your true self, what you yourself, wants to be. Show your own talents, your own character, your very own quality.

This is a special gift to us all that not everyone preserves or cherishes in their life called individuality…

 

The real question is, are you willing to change your false image, your pretending self, your own hidden figure, to try something new?

I would, I would take it the moment I can, but ask yourself again.

 

What would you do?

 

I know who I am… 

(Snap/Point) I know… who I am…

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