Long Authentic Poems
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You stole my voice;
Then, handed it back on a platter
- of silence -
Threats dominated my ability
- to express myself -
You wanted to turn me numb
so that I was no longer a living being
Smiles would erase everything
Secrets would always be kept
Funny how "your' voice;
- kept going -
Haunting my mind for years
Yes, you are still there;
- but you are a ghost to me -
A ghost who chose evil
Used your free will to control
- with the pretension -
that you could actually 'love'
You cant; you never could
For someone stole not your voice,
- but your soul -
I was just a being in your emptiness
I lived, preserved my beliefs and conscience
Here I am, but I cannot see you
You will always be a ghost
I will always keep healing
I broke the silence, long ago
I don't hide in the shadows
I am who I am; i survived the unthinkable!
I wept for what I never had
and for what I had and lost
I screamed truth from mountain tops
I chose to be authentic
Now, I stand in 'my own' quiet silence and peace
I am looking down upon the wreckage
- It is yours -
- You no longer haunt me -
Heidi Sands
9/17/26
(C)opyright
A fierce and bold woman, is the villain
when she calls out disrespect.
She is despised by weak individuals full of hate and self-neglect.
An authentic woman intimidated to people who are fake.
No matter how much she is villainized, her confidence won't break.
A woman who has fought most of her battles on her own is a villain to cowards without a backbone.
A sexy femme fatale who unapologetically shines,
Is villainized by people who don't have spines.
A fearless woman who has her own back
is villainized for surviving even the most vicious attack.
Wounded but not defeated, she proudly stands tall.
She is villainized for rising stronger after every fall.
The Bible told us that the Earth is round when people thought it was flat.
People were afraid of falling off the Earth but the Bible contradicted that.
The Bible told us that the world is round in Job 22:14.
And Isaiah 40:22 is another verse where this can be seen.
When people discovered that the world is round, the Bible already told us that a long time before their births.
In the book of Isaiah, it says "It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the Earth."
People discovered that the Earth is round as they looked through telescopes and saw the Earth's shadow on the moon.
If more people had read the Bible, they would've known hundreds of years earlier that the Earth is round like a balloon.
This proves that the Holy Bible is authentic and that people didn't read it enough way back then.
We need to read the Bible more now than ever before because our world has been consumed by sin.
Hanging out with me may be whatever,
But talking to me,
When you really begin talking to me....
It's just like a flip is switched..
Or I flip some kind of a switch all of a sudden
And quite unexpectedly
And you start pouring out..
Saying and revealing things about yourself
About things.the way you feel.or have felt about
Everything or particular things
Because to me ,it's like talking to your own soul,
Infact,I may be just that ,
Sure, I'm out here living
and walking around now,Same as you....
But it's just like that inner....
That inward point of view and being..yours.
He is suddenly right here with you
Before your eyes,right besides you
Caring, listening, urging, compelling,
Just setting you free
Many are so scare or frightened..Frozen
They never let this anger out...
This fear.. sorrow.. pain.. whatever it is
Whatever else it is..
These things bury me
Conceal and cover up
So scared of what they might say
What that then would mean too for having being said..
Fears, frustrations, confusion, am i a coward?
Am I a terrible person now?
I must be crazy,horrible,a monster, or terribly good....
Authentic,true being, kind, compassionate,
And if so ,what now
How can I , How could you?
So many things ....and these things...
Be they experiences or true feelings over things..
Not allowing these things to be spoken..
Heard by themselves...suits me out....
Then their soul...
It's like a dump truck of thoughts..
Feelings and emotions are overturned and really upon me..
And all this ...this weight ..covers me..
And forces me to go hard..
To just deal with this ever rising and increasing weight ..load..God it's heavy
And then I come around
Most never are really aware this has even happened
It’s hard to meet someone serious at college. Everyone’s busy,
self-centeredly grinding away at their dreams. So much so that
people tell you to not even try (especially as a freshman).
I was mostly at ease with myself—as a freshman. I had an
excellent skincare routine—it was downright luxuriant,
and it kept me going, through that romantically lonely year.
But we humans hope—we buy lotto tickets to dream on—though we know the awful math. We Gen Z’s seem to have our own unique brand of loneliness, born of covid and Internet-age experience.
My romantic expectations, sophomore year, were low—ok, unmeasurable.
Looking around was depressing. There were socially awkward STEM majors, jocks, frat men (sure the world’s laid-out just for them) and ‘CSOM Bros" (business majors more interested in parlaying my Grandmère’s money than me) and the elusive, emotionally reserved, ‘regular guys.’
But the unexpected can happen. We all know how crowded campus coffee shops are—the students move in and out in tides as noisy as the real, salty ocean. And then there you were, a rumpled, 25-year-old doctoral student—from another world—asking to share my table.
The loudest thing in that room was your sense of stillness. You seemed to be a new, and distinct species, and as we talked, you seemed to somehow smooth my anxious edges. After a few meets, the thought, ‘I really like this guy,’ seemed to have its own gravity.
We somehow managed to thread the ‘too busy to care’ dynamic, and as time went by, you helped me channel my absurd, fiery, pastel-painted, first-love, early-twenty girlhood heat into something longer lasting, deep and authentic. Congratulations! It’s been two years.
Separating now, would be like removing the salt from the sea.
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Songs for this:
Playing House by Kudu
So Much Mine by The Story
The task of giving an authentic interpretation of the Word of Eternal God
Has been entrusted to the living
Teaching office of the Church alone
Its authority in this matter exercised in the name of Jesus Christ
It means that the task of interpretation has been entrusted
To the bishops in communion in successor of St. Peter
The bishop of Rome
This Magisterium is not superior to the Word of Eternal God
But it is its friends
It teaches only that has been handed to it
At the divine command with the help of Eternal Holy Spirit
It listens to this devotedly
Guards it with dedication
Expounds it faithfully
All it proposes for belief as being divinely revealed
Drawn from this single deposit of faith
Mindful of Father Christ’s words to His apostles
“He who hears you, hears me”
The faithful receive with docility the teachings
Derives that their pastors give them in different forms
If materialistic things were the only ones they sought,
they would be satisfied with them, and discard those of little worth;
and like anxious gold diggers they would trample on rocks and dig very deep:
to unearth their glittering treasure and be so exultant and very proud
of bragging about it with a vanity only appeased by mirth!
And will others pity them or follow them in their greed?
If believers are shielded by faith,
they don't need to watch over their worthless treasures
and always be afraid of thieves who may steel them;
and that's all they desire to have:
envy the invariable notion of their intention,
not being fickle, but relying on one's intuition
to preserve that candid faith...like their forefathers
who received it from the God who never failed them!
They'll mock them and curse them for their integrity, and as lepers
they'll cast them into the cadaverous abyss of living darkness...
calling them mad preachers of false ideals, taking on His divine image!
And are they the delirious prophets or impostors who yearn for fame?
But how will they respond to those cruel accusations or death threats:
by swaying their angry swords to wage war or surprisingly choose silence?
O disgraceful people, assuming of being just and fair...
haven't you noticed how truth menaces your strategy
to get rid of the righteous ones who do not fear animosity?
O implacable people, admit you inability to cope...
to remove these opponents from your torment, dare
to heed those prophecies that are as authentic
as the true words they speak...when they are shielded by faith!
And if they were pretenders, why would they endure trail and death?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Dear you who reads this:
Be of good cheer now,
Know that love endows,
Within lies your bliss.
Keep your vision bold:
Bear your downs and ups,
Sip from your own cup,
Life moves hot and cold.
Bear with strain and pain:
Live with love and truth,
Action sculpts your proof,
Heart and soul feel gain.
Write your life script well:
Word your journey page,
Act each change you stage,
Work on touch that tells.
Brand true love you sip:
Look and truly see,
Know fond joy sets free,
Be your lovely trip.
Dare to glimpse beauty:
Seek to find pure fun,
Live through rain and sun,
Be all you can be.
Know that each day brings:
Grace and love and light,
Let your dream take flight,
Live authentic flings.
Know that life is brief:
Soon your days are done,
Make sure you have fun,
Death frees you from grief.
Live with no regrets:
Be your own sweet fest,
Know that love works best,
Dare to hedge your bets.
Leon Enriquez
19 May 2019
Singapore
I hold my sides wearily
pondering the lengths and strides I still have to take until I am authentic
My lies have become piled so high.... I have a lot of damage repair to do before this struggle
is through.
Afraid to expose the vulnerable
I stare in confusion in front of the looking mirror, trying to distinguish where exactly it was
where my smile
Lay down, gave up and died.
Weakened from my mind's inner war zone turmoil
Your compliments are cynical shrapnel to my confidence
Rebellious relentless disbelieving that I am what I know I am unique and
Pulchritudinous
I walk an unsteady line
tight rope of apprehensiveness
Unconfident
I want to let my hair down and just breathe..listen to the drip drop of a waterfall and sleep.
I remind myself to Speak with Conviction
I know
I am no longer powerless
dependent on desperately trying to win your approval, you will never be affectionate
I will not be Subservient or put myself at risk for the harms way of that subjection
Impotent of love you were feeble and weak, feeding on my youth and purity.
I resurrected my heart with the my rocket fuel beating life back into my chest.
It's a combination of
Passion, devotion, infatuation and a couple of years worth of
Tears, and sweat
It's a metronome of my steadiness
Invigorated from my second chance
Defiant to self doubt
I valiantly confront challenges that used to make me shake in my converse shoes.
4/20/21
The odds were never Even Stevens
I have yet to find the Garden of Eden
Differences even in what we believe in
Ungrateful for such freedom
So quick to commit treason
Even without good reason
So typical and often every season
Occurs in nearly ever region
Always drinking more than just a beer or three
For too long, I moved around furiously
Yet curiously
Doing most of it mysteriously
At first it may appear to be
But the truth is not always clear to see
Please don't shed a tear for me
Just try to be here for me
Instead of looking at me like I'm talking deliriously
Hear me out, start hearing me
And take me seriously
For someone like you, I'd face it all fearlessly
I hope you really understand my message
And see that my intentions
Are authentic
I'd always put you first never second
I'm trying to leave more than an impression
Still looking for a connection
Despite all the misconceptions
Not being aggressive
Too excessive
Or obsessive
Here's a confession
Never expected or was after perfection
'999' percent of the time, there was rejection
And then multiply that by eleven
I mean, put a 9 followed by an eleven
They say every dog has its day, and that all dogs go to heaven
It's gone beyond my own personal comprehension
Been feeling like I'm in another dimension
And like I'm some kind of infection
Made changes and corrections
Listened and paid attention
Only to always face objection and never acceptance
Or any kind of affection
Living in an area with poor reception
Stay on your toes because there still is deception
Without question
If you don't already know, then it could really teach you a lesson
Left me breathless
Girl if you only knew, just like life to me you are precious
With you truly content, never restless
Get you pendants and a necklace
Take a trip to Texas
Buy you a Lexus
Because of you, I've no longer been looking for the exit