Best Introspectionbooks Poems
Imagination and reality.
I waver back and forth.
Anticipation and agony as I decide what I scribble down.
I'm good. Very good. Not bragging, but giving myself a much deserved pat on back.
Songs play in my head uncontrollably. I'm a musician and an actress and a writer.
Why do I bother telling you these things?
Because it's who I am.
Everybody talks too much, therefore I write a lot too much.
A good system.
I listen, I observe.
I write music, I rap, I teach.
I'm a student and a mentor.
I am content to follow a source I do not understand.
I laugh and sing and forgive myself everyday because that's
the only way to keep my soul alive.
I am a woman who runs with the wolves.
A spirit child with literary dreams.
All I want to do is write and that Epiphany came very abruptly.
I pscho-analyze myself till I'm green in the face.
A perfectionist, but only because I learn from my mistakes.
I'm a soldier. My father taught me well. When he wore his police uniform I would
stand in dismay and awe.
My posture standing upright and my mind sharpening.
I grew stronger and stronger and braver and braver, getting mean
at the obscene. Standing my own on the playground and as an adult a master on
the streets.
Hard on the outside, but once you broke through to my heart I melted in your
hands.
But keeping it all bottled up, left me feeling like I was drowning.
I wrote a poem. I wrote another. I wrote another.
I filled books and books with my knowledge.
I sang the poems.
I learned by teaching myself and listening to what I felt was right.
Nobody else.
I trust my intuition.
I never second guess it.
I have light green eyes and blond hair
and have a name that is Celtic and means "From God."
I've predicted the future.
I've seen a pschyic.
I've studied my soul.
I've been back-stabbed and ridiculed.
I take it with open arms.
A female Eminem.
I learned to love myself and accept my faults.
After that, life was easy.
Who's running my game of life?
I AM.
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