Realizations Poems - Poems about Realizations

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 I long to be I am the shards of shattered glass Of...

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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 infinite, away from these parts Just the sheer art of crossing...

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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 and unpredictable beast. It’s hard to believe that in two weeks,...

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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 daily reminder of my affairs, The notes mock me with their...

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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 to blame Months ago, the world almost tore itself apart Almost seemed...

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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 so close to my heart I’ve stood up for myself as...

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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 man stopped on a dime, Could he believe his ears this...

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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 looking inward At the empty boxes lining my soul Knowing full well...

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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 play with me, Young man! The young man stopped on a...

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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 she did not need he thought these wounds would heal in...

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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 del amor. There is a God. Hay una Diosa. Reside en...

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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 girl without a beauty crown? look at the other girls their big...

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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 on any possibility of sensibilities' solution, acquired a migraine trying to comprehend saneness, there's a...

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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 face the ugly in order to see the beauty...

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