Best Realizations Poems

Realizations 
 
There was a boy, Who played all day.
His name was Jam, He laughed all the way.
Sometimes sad, But others glad.
Sometimes he had, But was very mad.
Until he viewed, A young man stealing a toy.
Jam spoke aloud,
Yelling come play with me, Young man.
The young...

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Somewhere between here,

blase and tomorrow's

derangement, lost the plot in

a moment of coherent clarity,

'twas quite a peculiar notion

unsettling predicament of

knowing one's own psyche,

silently questioned the

absolute mindfulness,

hardly sure whether to

heed or trust abstruse

insomuch as the validity

mid concise advice of

internal voiced concepts

shanghaiing neurons,

haranguing harbingers

hung on haphazardly

'til giving up...

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There is a God.
  Hay una Diosa.
She lives in my head.
  Ella reside en la cabeza.
Describing love in terms of her language,
  Describe el amor en términos del idioma.
And describing language in terms of her love,
  Describe el idioma en términos...

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There was a boy, Who played all day.
His name was Jam, He laughed all the way.        
Sometimes sad, But others glad.
Sometimes he had, But was very mad.
Until he viewed, A young man stealing a toy.
Jam spoke aloud,
Yelling come...

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little girl, naive and sweet
playing with the pretty doll
still believing you can compete
in beauty's brutal brawl
    but your hair isn't blonde
    sadly, your eyes are brown
    how could society be fond
    of a...

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Here in this my darkest hour
Chilled down to the marrow bone
Once a vibrant now fading flower
Where soon only weeds will grow

I had thought myself invincible
Here now holding auditions with death
As he freely asks morbid questions of me
Standing naked with no dignity left

Too late now I'm...

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he lay next to her in peace
keeping him warm 
a blanket made of fleece
she was all he ever wanted 
all he'd need
till the day she said the words
that made his heart bleed
he begged and pleaded
please don't leave
she said he was the part of her 
that...

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the world is not black and white
the world is many shades of gray
truth and lies can be the same color
everyone says that growing is hard
no one says that not growing is harder
life is a fusion of emotions and seeing
a mishmash of beauty and ugly
one must...

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All I’ve ever wanted is to be me
But, often that is not enough
Or, maybe too much for others
I’ve also wanted fairness, balance,
And ended up on one way streets
I’ve wanted to help, then got burnt
I’ve danced in the fun, and fallen
I’ve spoken and been discounted
With things...

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My days are void of color
It seems I cannot speak your name
My consciousness lives within my memories
Holding only myself to blame.

The bleakness of reality 
My soul, it perseveres
It lives far outside these bricks
I'm left alone with just my fears:

I am one broken half
To a whole...

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Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.

Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”

As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd...

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Why do I worry?
Why do the things I don’t know scare me?
Why have my dreams gone from colorful utopias,
to darker wastelands I don’t remember?
Why am I so afraid to face tomorrow
when not knowing brings me sorrow?

Every day goes the same 
I always feel like I’m...

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Sticky notes, adhesive and bright,
Myriad colors in my sight,
In my room, they cover the walls,
Reminders of tasks, big and small.

They seem so simple, but to me,
They represent my antithesis,
A symbol of all I can't be,
Of goals unmet and missed chances.

My weary eyes scan each square,
A...

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A definite air permeates
When in the walls of my room
Projected productivity is it?
Or rather the reflection of what those expect of me

Identity found... lost, through my grasp
Hard to dicier or fully know
Craving change, something swift
Yet nothing short of raw, with nature as my muse

Possibilities seem...

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