truth

searching for one's self

Searching for one's true self,  is it fame, is it wealth?
 
A jack of all trades, yet a master of none... 
 
Forever searching in life, for what he can become...
 
he dreams of having 'it all', with many big houses, as wide as they are tall... 
 
The mind continues to search...frantic to find, just one place in life where he will have piece of mind... 
 
How long will the search continue until he feels content, alongside the dreams he struggles to pay rent... 
 
he adds focus to the destination rather than the journey, he misses all the little things that make us wake early...
 
Life is all about experience rather than status, he thinks only of money, his soul on hiatus...
 
If he would only Stop the race and take a second to see, we get one life and it's simply about you and me... 
 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

first poem I have written, feedback very WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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Taken-Away



He took away something I could never get back

The innocence of a child now self esteem is what I lack

I was only 7 or 8 how was I supposed to know?

I never knew someone could do something so low

Thinking back on it now I wondered why did I let him touch me

Was "no" and kicking not enough to get him off me?

I told him "no," mom I told him "no" like you always taught me 

Why didn't he stop mom? I said "NO!" Why couldn't he let me be?

To him I was just a stumpy still tree 

He took away something deep

My mind, some nights I couldn't sleep

But I'm stronger now and more confident in myself

I won't let this guy take my stress or my health

I've never told anyone this and I probably never will

Part of me feels guilty, maybe if I had it would of stopped the chills

But now I'm 21 and I'm starting to see

That NOT everything was taken away from me

I REFUSE to let this man take anymore from me

The innocence of a child is ALL it will ever be.

I am still a Virgin, something I hold on to with all my heart

I plan to be, till the day I walk down the isle with my future sweetheart 

People wonder why I don't like being touched?

They call me prude and judge but I don't nudge

The simplest thing, like holding hands I couldn't even do

And that's all yes, yes because of YOU!

No one knows or truly understands

Why I would never take anyone hand in hand 

People say I come off strong and confident, in my head I say "if you only knew" 

That it was all a facade behind something SO TRUE 

But now I can finally say that this facade has turned to truth

I'm starting to leave everything that happened in my youth.

Someone once told me, "never regret, if it's good, it's wonderful, if it's bad, it's an experience."

So I'm taking that as a bet

I'm starting to face my past without regret 

Because if it didn't happen I wouldn't have worked up the courage to be up here

Speaking with words that are so sincere.

Richard Bach once said "what the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly" 

My translation is that I'm transitioning to a new beginning and moving on from the past 

Its not the end but a new beginning at last

I like to end things on a good note

So here is one of my favorite quotes 

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've never had anyone read any of my poems before, this is my first one that I have posted, let me know what you think! This is a poem about me and it is all true.

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An unconventional love poem

Girls say they are looking for the right man, but they look right through me.

 

They say there want someone with similar interests, but they never want to get to know me.

 

So many have come and gone, and they don't know that by pushing me aside, they have taken a part of me. 

 

They take one look at me. 

That's it.

One look.

 

They see someone who enjoys and plays sports, but they immediately think typical jock.

 

They see someone who majors in a word they can't understand and they immediately think nerd.

 

But if they would have sat down and talked with me, they would know the truth.

 

That, yes, I've played sports, but I'm a little shy. 

 

And don't have tons of friends, I'm a close friend kind of guy.

 

Baseball and football are how I pass my time.

 

Heck, I rarely write poems and make them try to rhyme.

 

I've only been horseback riding once, but I would go again, I'll even go again for a date.

 

I feel uncomfortable at big parties, but with close friends, I will stay up late.

 

I spend some time playing video games.

 

But that's just because I love competition. 

 

That last line didn't rhyme. Oh well. It's my poem. I can do what I want.

 

They don't know that I will give them everything I can.

 

I'll be their man.

 

Who holds them tight. Every night. 

 

But I know we'll argue, and once and a while fight.

 

But after it's said and done. I will continue to treat you like the princess you are.

 

It's funny how people always say "don't judge a girl by what's on the outside, but what in the inside."

 

But to be completely honest with you. Both sexes do the same thing.

 

We see someone who isn't drop dead gorgeous and we automatically dismiss them.

 

How do you know he doesn't like the same music, food, movies, sports, art, or interests?

 

You don't. But guess what. He loves everything you do. 

 

And because he wasn't what your physical appearance of Prince Charming, you may have just passed up a better soulmate than the one you end up with. 

 

I sit here at night, and I think of a girl. 

 

A girl who I've spilled my heart and soul out to. 

 

A girl who I believe is perfect for me and I believe I am for her. 

 

She's currently searching for "the one"

 

I know her interests, but she doesn't know mine.

 

Cause she sees that I'm not the kind of guy every girl flocks to.

 

I don't want to get into specifics so I'll keep the message more general. 

 

So when people talk about how guys don't treat girl by their feelings instead of their looks. 

 

Girls, you do the same thing. 

 

Think about the friend you have who always says "Hi, how are you doing today." 

 

And instead of just saying "Hi" and killing the convo.

 

Why don't you ask him how his day is going. 

 

Maybe one day your lives will be doing the same thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It rhymes in some parts and doesnt in others. I wrote this in 20 mins, basically spilling out my feelings about the topic. 

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Significant other

My significant other is more like insignificant keeping me completely bent out of the norm rather it's during his storm of rage or during his calmness on the flipped page my significant other chooses to remain keeping me caged up like I'm good for nothing when he puts up a front for others, blinding them to his bluffing....

Ahhh the key to how he lures others in close enough to transform their shine into being dimmed. As I could never forget his grin of enjoyment of tearing down what he pretended to being meant....

He is the one dent in my life permanently and 100% devoted to terminate me. Pain, sickness, teary eyed, exhausted and hungry would not make a difference.... responses always was well, but, after, I promise, and next time as he stood in front of me, starring into my eyes briefly yet bluntly. The significance of another can possibly turn to be insignificant, sickness, and an brutally event to never forget.

                                                                                          Marcelina Flores

                                                                                         -April 17th, 2014-

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The Vanilla Bean Ice Cream Clan

Once upon a time in a far away land,

An ice cream Queen led the Vanilla Bean Clan.
Their containers were generally purple and blue,
Still, no one, but no one really knew,
If the Vanilla Bean Clan’s flavor was true.

You see, their lids were cast from forged steel. 
A welded ring formed an impenetrable seal.
With no window or door for the curious to explore,
No one really knew their flavor for sure.


The Queen’s edict, ruled the land, 
No one, but no one, in her clan
Shall ever remove their lid, for if they did,
The penalty was death by thaw,
For those who did and those who saw. 

 

Once upon a day in this far away place,
A teen brought upon the kingdom disgrace,
He replaced his lid with cellophane, his flavor plainly seen,
This ice cream teen was butter pecan, not vanilla bean.
No one but no one should have a cellophane screen! 
And if that weren’t enough to disgrace the Queen, 
His container was not purple and blue, but breen.

 

The legislature worked quickly to outlaw breen, 
Before the child was brought before the angered Queen,
To answer for violating the rule of the land,
And for the secondary charge of “butter pecan.”
Before sentencing the boy to die, 
The Queen asked one question, “Why?”
To whit the eloquent teen did reply:

 

“I beg you great Queen, hear my plea,
My Queen, My Queen, how beautiful are thee, 
Your container and lid are for all to envy,
The only thing that could rival such perfection,
Is your inner Flavor that I can only imagine, 
Although never seen, I accepted this as true,
But hope you will share your flavor with me
as I have shared my butter pecan with you."

 

The Queen responded before a packed hall 
Of pint sized dignitaries and peasants and all, 
Conspiracy to "off a lid" is a capitol offense,
Wishing to see my flavor is not a defense,
I am beautiful and he is not,
So offing my lid was his jealous plot!
His fate was sealed when he was caught!
Throw the revolutionary into the melting pot.

 

As the boy melted into butter pecan stew, 
He screamed out to the Queen, what he now knew,
I see! … I see! … I see you!

 

Although the Queen’s lid was still securely intact,
Her vanity and in-ice-creamity were indefensible facts. 
Her flavor was now keenly known. 
One might think she would be overthrown, 
But one would be wrong now and then, 
For no one took their lid off ever again.
No one, but no one in the Vanilla Bean Clan,
Wanted to end up like butter pecan.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is meant to represent the idea of an authority tell people who they are and who they should be, and punishing people for exploring and embracing their individualism. Although the Vanilla Bean Queen refuses to let you see the true of herself directly, the true of her is nonetheless exposed through her actions (i.e., "I SEE YOU").

Transcendestiny

into the dark treed forest

cease the dream
come with me
Enter the darkened night 
wander lusting searches sight
to weigh the days
till dusk wakes dawn.
The Ancient ones await
amongst the jade treetops
bright jeweled stars 
chrysanthemum fractal  
scenes beam with 
 shimmer dance of night sky 
fire glow in distant clearing
the time is near.
 drumbeats meaning
the time is here 
a ceremony undertaken
the grand vision
smoke stained eyes 
the mind awakens

infinite waves of bliss 
lick from the living breathing sea
the shore 
eroding the deep chasm of time
a stained glass mandala 
caught like a dream
like a
prism of dew wet web 
lacing together 
the continuum of time to space

Mismatched.

Mismatched is my mind.

Alone in the quite, as birds sing the blues.

The sky changes color as time consumes the

ocean of my mind, and never lets the flower

blossom.

Mismatched is my mind.

A knock is heard on the door, but he's not

awake enough to hear. The quietness only

becomes louder every second the clock ticks

further.

Mismatched is my mind.

The coffee on the counter steams away,

becoming nothing but dark liquid that

doesn't have the desire to be drunk

anymore. The milk made it's way to the top,

and sat in utmost peace or perhaps as a

loner.

Mismatched is my mind.

The desire of everything washed away, as he

rests on the bed, internally weeping away.

The phone keeps on ringing but he is too

busy counting each tick passing away.


Mismatched is my mind.

Constantly reminding me how there is no

one who can see, because of the veil which

covers the hearts.


Mismatched is my mind.

Where the closest people to me only know

how to misunderstand me, so I sit tapping

my finger tips and holding onto a string of

hope that may not fail me.

Mismatched is my mind.

What happens next, I don't want to see. I

can't be dependent on anyone, not even me.

Mismatched is my mind.

Where God only sees, and the rest stay blind 

as the time ticks further-

Mismatched is my mind.

Life is already leaving. When it has left,

perhaps they will wake from sleep.

Mismatched.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A freestyle poem, that has a touch of sadness in it.

SUNDAY

SUNDAY IS OUR DAY OF REST

WHEN WE WHERE OUR SUNDAY BEST

AFTER ALL WE PASSED THE TEST

WE JUST HAVE ONE SMALL REQUEST

 

HELP ME LOVE MY BROTHER

TEACH ME NOW TO GIVE

LET ME KNOW YOU LOVE ME

EVERY DAY I LIVE

 

 

 

 

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Universal Expansion

 

Into the soil we plant our seed

Surround it with affection to prevent a weed

We feed and water this delicate notion

With love we give our hearts devotion

It's begins to sprout, our little conception

Tiny leaves, the feelers of innocent perception

Basking in days of naïve exhilaration

Unaware that it is a product of creation

Our little shoot has grown to tree

With rain and snow beating down on thee

Wonders of why there are such days

Thoughts of times spent better ways

Exhilaration turns to thoughts of despair

More misfortune than our little tree can bare

With fear in it's heart and a tear in it's eye

It visualizes the days, it's spirits were high

Suddenly the sky darkens and stars shine through

Screaming “That's exactly what we wish you to do”

Just think of love and appreciation

For you are indeed our finest creation

We adorn you with light, guidance and acceptance

You need only to walk through our lighted entrance

Keep aligned and focus on all things good

And you will discover our brotherhood

You see, we are all connected in every way

And have been since the dawn of day

For your thoughts become our expansion

That's how the universe has built it's mansion

For you are god and he is you

Together you work like paper and glue

So think your wants and your hearts desires

And you will ignite creations like wild fires

Keep positive thoughts and make it your goal

To keep feelings of gratitude and passion in your soul

So stop the martyrdom, irritation and rise

To focus on life through rose colored eyes!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I believe we truly create our lives. What we live, we decided to live. You can never appreciate the good without the bad.Wink

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