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Lindsay Dubey Poem
Everywhere I turn its like watching robots walk down the street.
staring,watching scene by scene as they all walk in sinc constantly.
Like they're connected by a string,
and all their brains are being triggered by only one thing.
Being apart of the crowd.
Not wanting to stand out but simply, fitting in and keeping the voices down.
And I always think how?
How could you not see that you just blew every glorious thing you were meant to be away?
And now look what you are.
A copy? A follower? A creation already created? Like a statement, constantly restated? ----
----- Because although you were born to see, you are more blind than a person born with no visibility.
And maybe it started from fear or depression and now is followed by some strange obsession to be someone you're not-----
----Well if it is fear let me just say,
You should never let anyone else's words get in the way of who you were born to be
Because they don't define you,
You do-----
----Now my goal, isn't to change who you are, but more particularly the way you act and think because it's slowly taking over your body like its decaying from no originality. ---------
---- We were all made individuals, individualized.
and there's more to that than meets the eye.
if you could look in the mirror and see,
You were made original and beautiful no different than a,
race horse, flower or buzzing bee only that you are a human being.
made on earth for a reason
and once you see that your not the person standing next to you but the one staring back at you, you will see what i mean.
Really look and you will see that person,
the one you were created to be,
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Copyright © Lindsay Dubey | Year Posted 2013
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Lindsay Dubey Poem
Age five. A child wakes to play drifting away into her imaginary state of mind. Feeling better than fine as she's blinded by fantasy skies too dazed behind those glimmering eyes of hope to see the pain of reality. This rocky terrain feared by many. Yet unseen by children living a life from the hope within. Age thirteen. A child wakes and life is.. different. Being called a teen. Not a child, not an adult but an in between. Confused and feeling unseen by the world fearing is THIS the reality? Moving out of that imaginary stage and into the background of the play. Gazing at the earth, hostile towards mother and father screaming, "I didn't ask for you to give birth to me!" Aging is inevitable and out of our control. How depressing it can be stuck in the middle, not even wanting to be seen because we are just the in between. As adults run around cackling, Oh they don't know anything they are just teens! They are the worst generation in society!" Age eighteen. Weightless and free drifting into the world of adulthood. How grateful a feeling to finally be understood. No. Thats a joke. A hoax set out by the world that your are now a free adult able to post your own opinion. To play your own role. You do not become easily understood as adult, but you gain understanding. A feeling better than any wish that could be granted. Learning that you carry old pieces of you through your journey. The five year old of childhood teaches you to always keep that sparkle in your eye of hope to arise and to your surprise it could bring faith to others lives at the roughest of times. The misunderstood teen. Carries a lesson that no part of you is ever missing the only reason you may be lead to depression is because of misconception that is always able to be redirected to a brighter mindset. Entering adulthood. A lesson that what is old is still good. What's antique still holds memories from the ages of written stories on pages filled with history of love and hate and the great thing is, they still exist! Through the ink on paper written by the pen in your fist with the flick of the wrist its printed still in vein. To reminisce on during the fearfulness of rocky terrain. So slow your pace long enough to let the seconds of the clock soak into your silk skin, reminiscing unforgettable memories that embody who you have become. Feel that warm embrace of the sun. See the lights of the world is on your side because in my mind. You never live to die, you live to feel alive.
Copyright © Lindsay Dubey | Year Posted 2015
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Lindsay Dubey Poem
Silence
Defined by the dictionary says
the absence of sound
The movement of your lips
means nothing now
But what if silence isnt the
answer
what if its one our other five
senses we apprehend
Or the absense of a sense is it
defness?
By the selfish beings we call
humans?
Given the gift to hear glorious
noises but selectively choosing
which to absorb
Or is there more?
Silence
Is it really the absence of
sound
Or is it the moments we chose
to knock words to the ground
As if they suddenly have no
meaning
As if were bullies and we
choose to give them a beating
There is no such thing as quiet
No such thing as hushed tones
only the moments we feel we
need to be alone and wash the
words out of our heads
Because of consciously
impacted selfishness
We are deaf
To those who need us to be
there therapist
There a mess
And we say they are in silence
But what if in reality they were
running an office in their brains
Trying to caustiously execute a
way to explain their pain
Life is a hard place
Concidering every conceded
being tries to create their own
ways
And leave the rest to drown
Because the selfish are all deaf
And the broken hearted are
mute
So you see silence is just
another creation by the race in
todays society
Built by man
And leaving the differentiated
too broken to stand
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I want to live to inspire
So others desire is to be higher
then the rest
To be the best of the best and
do everything they can to reach
the top
To never stop because of
someone else's actions or
words
Because someone else's hurt
that's used to tear them down
I want to be the one to inspire
people to follow there dreams
To reach the top and fly away
with angel wings
To not let others tell them who
they can be
But to say "I am me"
I want to teach others to never
stop running or you'll never
reach the sky
To stop wondering why people
stare and judge
But to rise above and never
hold a grudge
I want to live to inspire others
to inspire
Because life is no more than a
test, a tactical game
Before we earn our wings and
learn to fly
I want to live to inspire others
to be themselves and be the
best at being who they are
To never give up and to push
the limits
To stop falling for others lies
and gimmicks
I want to inspire others to live
their own life
And to Stop living off the
stories others create for us to
live by
I want to inspire others so we
can all one day leave this earth
with our heads held high
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Lindsay Dubey Poem
I want to live to inspire
So others desire is to be higher
then the rest
To be the best of the best and
do everything they can to
reach the top
To never stop because of
someone else's actions or
words
Because someone else's hurt
that's used to tear them down
I want to be the one to inspire
people to follow there dreams
To reach the top and fly away
with angel wings
To not let others tell them who
they can be
But to say "I am me"
I want to teach others to never
stop running or you'll never
reach the sky
To stop wondering why people
stare and judge
But to rise above and never
hold a grudge
I want to live to inspire others
to inspire
Because life is no more than a
test, a tactical game
Before we earn our wings and
learn to fly
I want to live to inspire others
to be themselves and be the
best at being who they are
To never give up and to push
the limits
To stop falling for others lies
and gimmicks
I want to inspire others to live
their own life
And to Stop living off the
stories others create for us to
live by
I want to inspire others so we
can all one day leave this earth
with our heads held high
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Lindsay Dubey Poem
They always tell us..
A true friend will like you for
who you are
That they'll never leave you in
the dark
They say true friends are the
ones that stick around when
you've falling down
There your walking stick when
you've gone blind
Your conscious when you've
lost your mind
Lost direction in life
True friends are always there to
help you find your way
They never say goodbye or find
a reason to stop caring
And tearing your heart to
pieces
Would be the least of your
worries because a true friend
couldn't bare seeing you
broken and dirty
They wouldn't feel worthy if
you felt worthless
They. Would be colored purple
and blue
They. would be broken and
bruised
Because a true friend would be
honored to be your smile
To stay a while when everyone
else is walking away
They would be your reason to
move forward everyday
To keep moving towards your
dreams
No matter how hard life may
seem
There the ones that tell you to
listen to your heart
And set everything else apart
from what you love
From what you want to be
There the ones that tell you
Without dark days we wouldn't
know what love is
That without tragic times we
would never understand
happiness
And in response I'm blessed to
say this...
Without you I would've never
found true friendship.
I would've never understood
any of this
I would've never found the
strength to follow my dreams
and make the best of everyday
And with that I thank you for
everything
You've helped make things a
little clearer
You've helped me realize how
to dream a little bigger
And I only wish I could
exchange the favor of
everything you've done for me
But all I can get out is thank
you for opening my eyes to all
that I've never been able to
see
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I like to save your messages
Because you are such a blessing
In my life your eyes redirect my attention
To the sight of your soul
Your whole being is the embodiment of joy and hope
I like to save your messages
Smiling like a child at our memories
You free me every time I re-read our story
I like to save your messages
Close my eyes, phone wrapped in hopeful hands
Wishing to be holding you tight
Hoping to catch a glimpse of your name
First thing in the mornings
I like to save your messages
Dreaming that someday
You will tell me of my imperfect beauty
Tell me all you could ever want is me
I like to save your messages.
For hope.
Because maybe.
Just maybe.
I'm your kind of beauty.
Copyright © Lindsay Dubey | Year Posted 2015
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Your vision was meant for you
so don't let anyone else stop
you because there blind in
what
they should see so instead they
try to tell you who you can be
You live to one day be free
You sacrifice to one day find
infinite love and glory
So stop caring about what they
think and start saying "I am
me"
I am awesome I am free
I will one day find glory
And when my story does end
up being glorious
All the rest will be looking back
on life feeling poor.
But I feel rich
I feel infinite love and
happiness
I feel everything life should feel
like
Because I found the brighter
side and started believing in
my
own vision rather than others
illusions
Trying to ruin, break and bruise
in my own world
Trying make me recoil and curl
in a corner to fall to the ground
Not just the ground but to the
underground where voices
forever scream loud in your
ears causing you to hear
everything they want of you
They try to over take you
Try to make you there's
through your own body
But nobody can sink into your
brain
Unless they overtake your
strength
But your too strong for them to
over take your strength
Your strong enough to fly to a
higher place
To live with grace
To live for you
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