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When will it be time
For the sublime
For you to be mine
And Let love take a chance
Afford me a second glance
So fate can take a hold
And love can be bold
Our souls pledged to each other
No longer look at another
Only hope awhile
A hope for that smile
To show your feelings pure
Allow my heart a cure.
But my feeling are hidden
Absolutely forbidden
By my complete morality
My complete insanity
In not being able to confess
And stop the second guess
That goes on in my mind.
It’s just a hopelessness to find
A discrete inch of hope
At which I can grope
With my withering hand
Stretching out of the quicksand
Of my recurrent dreams;
Trickling like a stream
A little tear escapes
Forever drapes
It’s little trace of hurt
Makes its final spurt
Down the wanderings of my life
Built on insignificant strife
From a defective girl
Who caused my feelings to unfurl
In an un-natural way
Took her chance to make me pay
For her disquiet inside
Fermenting a thousand lies
And countless false attractions
So now my heart won’t sanction
A confession to your face
As I fear I couldn’t replace
The strength I now have inside.
And yet. And yet I feel
Relaxed in your presence
I feel your warmth and essence
Radiating from within.
Your laughter and tenderness,
And a heart that says ‘Yes’
Allowing my hopes to endure.
There’s no need to hide my dreams any more;
I wish to wrap you up in my arms
To be dazed by your charms
And to lie by your side
Feel love that strikes at my very core
Forge my soul with yours
And experience a happiness eternal.
By looking into the purity of your eyes
I see a reflection of all that I am
And wish for no more than
Your swollen heart to be mine.
No longer do I feel alone,
My insecurity has been disowned.
I am now able to say those heartfelt words:
‘I love you’
pretty please...
wonder not whether
my love for you is
24-karat gold.
it is!
glittering
just like so in my eyes
each time i whisper...
"I love you"
softly into your ear...
foxgloves n o d
and blare their trumpets
and nightingales
sing into the breeze
for they know it to be
so true.
by now,
i must've told you so
a thousand or more times.
do believe my love
wholeheartedly
because....
to question how much
or second-guess it
would be to break
every piece of my heart.
darling,
you needn't ask for verification,
for my fingers write....
"I love you"
with each touch on your skin.
p l u n g e into my eyes!
don't you see...
the crimson embers
of my love in them?
you don't feel the warmth
of my smile?
to be sure there is
no room for doubt,
I'll reassert, yes, my sweet,
i couldn't love you more,
sincerely
an ordinary girl
i am alone in this world that's being destroyed
this is proven time and gain
the sad truth is that it will be this way til the end
no matter that i've denied it and tried to make myself believe
ultimately the one whose 100% to me is me
only i know the way i feel even when words cannot say
i set myself up to think of it any other way
thoughts in my head to remind me
of all the imperfections i possess\the feelings that overwhelm me
and make me second guess
i wonder if who i think i am
is who i am at all
every time these feelings disappear is when i seem to fall
i guess i should just accept it
if i don't i'm sure to get hurt
i am tied to these feelings forever
it is a heartbreaking curse
it would do me good
to let be what is to be…
just face reality
i am not and will not be anybody’s world
i'm not anymore than an ordinary girl
Hesitation leads temptation out to play
Not always in a positive way
On any given day it can sway
What most of us are trying to convey
It invites disarray so it makes it difficult
To play or deal with your day
When we display the proper way
To handle what life throws our way
Then it should lead us to satisfaction
Rather then distraction that causes a reaction
Participation in such a demonstration
Just leads temptation out to play
Unless you never second guess your way
Persist to omit only good things that fit
Try not to target temptation that way
It bleeds us into needing instead of feeding
The thought that we are distraught
In life, this is not the way we should roll
So that we are in control
Of nothing but good temptations
With positive vibrations
Happening All around us
While we are living in Gods creation
For our next temptation fixation
Let's turn it into a positive demonstration
Of ones will
The Trembling Best
I lay my heart upon the altar of the daily, grinding task,
Trying to be everything that the world and heavens ask.
I pour out every ounce of will, I stretch the tether thin,
Fighting back the hollow voice that whispers from within.
I give the best I have to give, with shaking, tired hands,
Tilling soil that feels like ash across the desert lands.
But even as I labor, there’s a phantom at my side,
A shadow born of all the times my spirit had to hide.
I am haunted by the "not enough," the fear I’ll miss the mark,
A flicker of uncertainty that shivers in the dark.
I wonder if they see the seams, the cracks within the mold,
The shivering of a person who is trying to be bold.
It’s an aching, heavy burden to be trying with your all,
While waiting for the gravity that dictates you must fall.
I second-guess the kindness and I over-read the stare,
Searching for a judgment in the very literal air.
I am a builder on a cliffside, working through the gale,
Terrified that everything I touch is bound to fail.
Yet I keep the hammer moving, and I keep the vision true,
Even when the doubt is thick and hides the open blue.
For there is a quiet courage in the person who persists,
While fighting through the inner fog and the psychological mists.
My best may feel like glass today, fragile, sharp, and clear,
But I’m standing in the furnace, and I’m working through the fear.
I’ll offer up this effort, though it’s wrapped in worry's chain,
And trust that God can see the gold beneath the mental strain.
I am insecure and striving, I am weary and I’m real—
A soul that’s learning how to trust the very things I feel.
Beset by doubts before I rise from bed
Problems prey on my worrisome mind
My ability to reason has been maligned
Cockamamie notions fill me with dread
I see in the mirror, a disgruntled reflection
the haggard expression on my vexed face
I wear a frown that's been plastered in place
Malaise of despair poisons me with infection
On the edge of a mountain, lost in thought
always hungry and thirsty for peace of mind
It's been illusive to me, or have I been blind
Wanting to do what's right, but falling short
My past hovers in stygian clouds overhead
I haven't always made the wisest decisions,
which worries me to the point of derision
My sanity is in question, so lightly I tread
Conscience wallowing, sinking in quicksand
I'm standing at the fork of two raging rivers
My legs are trembling and my lip quivers
Crying for help; someone to take my hand
Would if I could, be a model of perfection
My psyche is shackled by chaotic unrest
Sagacity abandoned me; life is a mental test
I second guess myself with fear of rejection
I climbed back up to that mountain ledge
engrossed by waves crashing beneath me
Contemplating an idea to set my mind free
I wearily move one step closer to the edge
8/27/2017
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me.
I can act, sing, and model with passion,
But my dreams face a relentless decree.
Every aspiration met with a crushing sound,
As though someone's there to pull me down.
It's a daily struggle, a living hell,
Where critiques and judgments persist and swell.
Like You sing Like a Toad they proclaim,
Or like Your Face Looks Like a Baboon, the shame.
"You're too fat to be a model," they sneer,
Injecting poison, stoking my fear.
I long to break free from this binding chain,
To live without worry, without disdain.
Why must every word and comment sting?
Is it my race that causes such a fling?
Proud of the black hue, I didn't choose,
But why does the world harbor so much abuse?
Can't we exist without constant dread,
Without fearing the moment we leave our bed?
As a young teen, insults weigh heavy,
Trying to navigate a world that's unsteady.
Yearning to find my place and voice,
Yet hatred makes it an unbearable choice.
What can I do, what can I say,
To be heard, supported, to find my own way?
Why does it feel like I don't deserve life?
Am I not human, deserving of strife?
The pain cuts deep, like a sword to the chest,
Critics abound, making me second-guess.
Creating my own content, using my own art,
Yet accusations fly, tearing me apart.
Too young for social media, they claim,
Or a cyberstalker turns my life into a game.
Fake police threats and accusations unfair,
No one believes, and it feels like a snare.
Broken and shattered, lost in the debris,
Yearning to vanish, to find some decree.
Can someone lend a helping hand,
Guide me through this desolate land?
Fly away
When the words sting like a bee
And confusion grows like a tangled weed.
When the wall inside gets higher and higher
Fly away, fly away.
When the respect dissolves like sugar in water
And you cannot see it anymore
Fly away, fly away.
When what you think is love, feels like hate
And you see yourself hiding, in places invisible
Fly away, fly away.
When you second guess yourself
But your instincts like lightening, strike
And tug at your gut that something is wrong
Fly away, fly away.
If you think you have no wings, you do!
The wings are the courage
That carried you this far.
The vast open skies are waiting
For you to
Drink some water.
Let down that wall.
Follow your instincts.
And fly away, fly away.
Heidi Sands
Although it may build a bridge connecting the future with our ancestry and our history, a puzzle is not all together
a hidden mystery. A puzzle presently considers the unveiling of where we've been and where we are going. A puzzle also
helps to guide and direct our longings as it unfolds the meanings of our belongings. Each piece of the puzzle of life is a part and picture.
Notwithstanding, we must be discerning of pieces never designed to fit. As we proceed forward, our lives may seem puzzling, but we must
not fear, fret, or second guess, because as the puzzle pieces are placed into position, our lives become easier to read and understand.
Each person placed in our path assists in God's wonderful plan and purpose for our lives. No person or piece of the puzzle of life is to be
deemed more valuable than the other, because each is like a sister or brother prepared to take us further in the journey toward our destiny.
052222PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand
Oh, to be a person who
Stays cool, calm and collected,
Instead of one whose jangly nerves
Has stressing-out perfected.
To be the one who never sweats,
Whose heart won’t race on faster,
Anticipating something wrong,
From trifle to disaster.
I’d like to feel relaxed and not
Stretched taut with fret and worry
And take my time without the need
To feel that I must hurry.
To rationally make a choice
And never second guess it;
To analyze a situation,
With no need to stress it.
Oh, to be that person!
What a joy that it would be!
The only drawback is, of course,
That it would not be me!