Heart Felt: ~~~~

Heart Felt: ~~~~: Writing poems can be hard. Difficult, even. How may I count the many failures.  The many written works aren't well. This is my master...

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Writing poems can be hard.

Difficult, even.

How may I count the many failures. 

The many written works aren't well.

This is my master piece.

My maker of things for yet to come.

Lost.

Conflicted

Underestimated by the circumstances.
We all fall into the category, Confusion.
We are left with nothing but unexplained emotions.
Yet, we can't make up our mind on a choice.
Yet, these choices get lost in obligations.
Obligations turn into challenges.
Challenges changes to suggestions.
The suggestion don't last long.
Leaving the question mark, now.

Heart Felt: Before and After

Heart Felt: Before and After: Like split ends, I need to cut you loose, all your going to do is damage and destroy, parts of the beauty that is left. Your no good. S...

Before and After

Like split ends,
I need to cut you loose,
all your going to do is damage and destroy,
parts of the beauty that is left.
Your no good.
So as soon as I get rid of you.
I say no more,
to your evil intend,
but you say its just hair.
Slowly, dying away.
Your killing me,
leaving nothing but patches,
soon it will look like a corn maze,
dazed and confused you look,
but now its time, for something new.
Bye bye, to something that is meaningless and no more,
Hello, freedom of expression and new beginnings.

Responsibility

Put in a place,
where your character,
is being tested by everyone.
Put in a place,
where your looked up too,
it takes a hard worker,
A figure, of some sort, too fill these shoes.
You can either be away from the crowd,
or closely connected.
Either way the decision is in your hands,
not mine.
Which one shall have you chosen,
the red or blue pill.
Its your life.

Over it

Over it,

like a relationship that once existed,

but lost its sense of lust or passion,

we can't look back.

We can only look forward,

and say "over it".

The situations done,

but is not for long,

memories of the past,

can hunt your future,

leaving you to compare,

what you could of had,

instead of focusing present times,

Saying, " Over it",

should be the new step,

because dwelling is not our strong suit.

Team

You can't put an I in team,
because it would be strange,
I understand the concept of life,
Yet, putting an I on everything,
will leave you nothing,
but selfishness and regret,
you will be lost in your pity,
to consumed by your eagerness,
your blinded by the natures of life,
the meer little things that can distract,
your narcissistic mind,
yet, you will never see the big picture,
because the small looks better,
or you can't wrap your brain around it,
sometimes it better to give up,
then give in to the temptation,
that can leave you hurting for a long time,
hopefully when you leave your I like ways,
you will be able to clear your head,
and start over again.

Heart Felt: Used

Heart Felt: Used: Like a paper bag, it drifts away into the open sky. Once had a purpose, but further no more. Its alone, floating with no home. When the...

Used

Like a paper bag,
it drifts away into the open sky.
Once had a purpose,
but further no more.
Its alone, floating with no home.
When there's a job,
it will be here waiting.
But that does not mean it full of life.
Slowly deterring at its core.
It is soon left dying, on your doorstep somewhere,
Yet, no one cares.
No one sees the pain of an object,
that is not human.
Yet, we still seem to carry on,
like nothing is going on.
We leave it, as we found it, because everyone knows,
Its not real enough.
Visible yet invisible to the naked eye.
Yet, this paper bag cries,
no one sees,
what poor Mr. Paper bag wants to be.
Leaving him to rot, to die.
For we have something in common.
The paper bag and I.

Differences

You can tell between black and white,
but you can't see grey.
You say let freedom ring,
yet your still a slave.
You make people wonder,
when you say one thing,
but your actions speak louder than words.
You speak in a metaphor,
that turns into a simile.
Your an imitation,
of what you really want to be.

I can't tell you

I can't tell you what to do.
You are your own person.
I can't tell you what to believe,
I can advise you,
in how I believe and what is being seen.
but, I can't tell you it is wrong or right.
For it takes you to understand,
personally for yourself.
I can't tell you, who you are.
You are your own person.
You should say I am not about that life.
Because your not, your life is made to do bigger things.

Seed

When you hear the word for the first time,
it passes you by,
because your heart does not believe.
But, if you shall not see,
something deep inside of you,
is a seed that's growing,
waiting to blossom,
and show you something,
even bigger than you,
you are only human,
limited to some things but never all,
things you wished to be explained before,
can be explained, now.

Fire

There is something blazing,
its massive, huge, enormous.
Frankly, it can't be described.
Yet, it is burning an inspiration,
sparks up the chances to change.
To want to be different.
Something that moves you forward.
Personally, you will be tested.
Don't let it go out,
for it will leave you cold,
left nothing in understanding,
making you feel empty.
Doing once a favor,
you can savor a chance to keep your candle lit.

Vulnerable

I can't say I'm happy but,

I cna't say i'm sad either.

This are the fact of life.

I want to get my life back together

I don't want to get lost in yours.

We don't need space, 

but I can't get caught up and tangled.

My emotions are overwhelmed, 

with feelings of love and guilt,

that I simply cannot explain,

but I refuse to be the person you hate,

I refuse to be the person,

that is not understanding.

I learned to love,

and have a bigger heart.

Confused

Complicated with anticipated,
with harsh words to say.
You confuse my core.
You confuse myself.
You confused, me.
I cry for joy,
but not because I want too.
But, it eases everything,
I wonder why this is happening.
The truth is,
why are you here?
Why am I here?
I refuse to meet and greet you in the journey.
The revenge has been hit.
I truly do not understand,
your way of thinking,
but it makes me sick.
I can change you,
but I can move away.