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Danielle Parkinson Poem
Why do I paint myself the villain?
Why do I see everyone else as a saint?
What makes them so great?
I know I make mistakes,
But don't they?
Why do I paint myself the villain?
Why do we think others do no wrong,
But we ourselves do?
What makes them so great?
The mind knows how to play,
and make us 'feel grey'.
We try to feel better and seek perfection,
but we are running from correction.
Why do I paint myself the villain?
Copyright © danielle parkinson | Year Posted 2024
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
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You cannot escape yourself,
I know we wish to be someone else.
Comparison is an easy deceiver,
no one is much cleaner,
Everyone has their faults,
Your not the only grain of salt.
No one can share a duplicate identity
that would make you a nonentity.
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
Its all so destroying,
Clear as broad daylight,
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.
Self-sabotage, addiction, hatred,
Neglection, stubbornness, negativity
Its all so destroying.
We see it, we notice it,
We even catch it by its speed
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.
Evil has many names,
Many sneaky categories and habits
Its all so destroying.
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
Why do we wait till the very last minute?
Is the world not always calling,
Yet we don't respond.
Does it take a crazy emergency,
For us then to see an immediate urgency?
Why do we wait till the very last minute...
Yes, life happens.
But, what does being ignorant do?
Yet we don't respond.
Just because sorrow isn't always
In the light of the naked eye,
the birthing pains have been
creating it's torment gradually.
Why do we wait till the last minute?
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
All I hear is constant noise,
I try my best to escape
Its always there.
Sadness is always at high acceleration
Causing all this deflation
All I hear is constant noise.
Sadness is like that earworm,
Most times it doesn't want to leave
Other times it reincarnates into another format
Its always there.
It follows you,
It threatens your life
You feel so caged,
Its always there.
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
I yearn for a quiet life,
Its really hard though
When all your life has been noise.
I constantly pondered on
what it must be like,
But my brain finds it hard to fathom such a concept
I yearn for a quiet life.
The noise becomes so loud that
It being quiet is outlandish
Something beyond comprehension
When all your life has been noise.
Even when the quiet,
Makes the occasional visit, its shocking every time
When all your life has been noise.
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
Its common,
To not want to seem foreign,
The safety net of what's told,
Even though we're controlled,
Somehow we don't see the problem,
Because we're used to being patrolled
Into whatever we're being sold,
Thinking we've found gold.
No.
We're just thinking without a mind of
our own.
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
Here I once am again,
Resting where there's true peace
But not in the way you would imagine
Let me go on and explain.
Others accept the usuality of reality
But to I, I think beyond such staleness
Things that embody greatness.
The way that the trees are complete with their leaves
Is how I feel sanity
When the mind is at ease.
Where it can scatter and be free.
That's my own little fun curated reality,
Well, outside the outside world.
Copyright © danielle parkinson | Year Posted 2025
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
The hardest battle is the one you don't
always feel like fighting.
You cannot neglect, the neglected forever.
Life always feels like a challenge,
Other times it feel pointless, I know.
The hardest battle is the one you
don't always feel like fighting.
The expectation and perfectionism ruin.
Don't think fighting is a smooth sail.
You cannot neglect, the neglected forever.
With time you will learn
Scars and wounds may show up,
The hardest battle is the one you don't always
feel like fighting.
You cannot neglect, the neglected forever.
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Danielle Parkinson Poem
Money is running short,
My goodness have you forgot,
Its not you,
Inflation grew,
At least that's what they told you,
Its a matter of greed,
As they proceed to tell you,
That its your own fault,
Your in need of support.
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