Individuality

Misuderstood Individual

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Don't be fooled by the opinions if it be the truth
Don't be surprised if there are so many of them
Most people get offended by all of it
And being an individual to take it seriously?

Don't be misunderstood from the individual
Don't judge someone if you know nothing of them
From the appearence, the sexual orientation
Way of life and unorthodox marital status

Individuality misunderstood by society
Individuality misunderstood with no actual publicity
No democracy, no if and or buts
Someone who doesn't give a shit about assumptions
Only about expression about pride
To not waste any time on more bullshit
It is what it fucking is, let it go

Someone who understood there self better than everyone
Someone who understands how to push specific buttons
Most likely everyone who isn't content on realism
Ignorance does fall from the tree
And turns out uly in personality

Misunderstand an individual
Misunderstand the individual
That probably saw nothing in their charactor
To notice great potential
And unique difference

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Secret of mine on keeping your Individuality.. I've dealt with People telling me WHO I AM for a long time, while their Assumptions have always been False because they never took the time to 'Get to know me'.

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Realism, In My Definition

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Too avoid overrated trends
Old labels used on people?
Rather than, only still grocery items
Neither will there be approval over this way too "fit in"
Is to be reduced to a stereotype that defines your appearence?

Abide by no rules
Make your own too follow
And take pride in it to feel strong

Mind by your own point of views
Your theoretical opinions should be your intellectual source
Debate on keeping your honesty down-low
And keep mysterious, unpredictably complex too the work unknown

Individualism is most important
Be yourself whether they don't accept you
Or whether they do just too gossip
Drama is not a level to stoop down too
Say something way beyond their brain intellect level
And watch them crumble inside their own stupidity to be judgemental

Choose those honest and trustworthy
From those dishonest, not worth talking too
Of course you'll know if gifted
And yes, outcaste into a one-of-a-kind woman

Remember to be secretive and only so outspoken
Leave the answer to those asking the questions
Play their game too teach a lesson
And within' realism, is my reality within' your jealousy

My other oath is this definition of realism in my world

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Keeping Realism in Individuality and Personality. Don't need Labels to Categorize yourself under.. because it's Overrated in this Century (At least to me it is, and this Poem is pretty much my secret to keeping my Individuality because I've been told many of time What to be, who to be and etc.., those have claimed to "KNOW ME" and not actually Know me.. the Real Me).

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Change Not To Follow

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Change yourself for the best
Allow it to reinvent your individuality
And allow it to flow through your blood stream

Change to feel real in the World
Change not to someone completely fake
Gender both male and female
Clearly change to avoid any mistakes

Too return, follow
In the hollow depths of pretending
Relinquishing the exploration to grow
The exploration to venture randomly

Don't pretend too follow
Break a trend
And revise it

Make it your own
Make it a secret
Make it your individuality
Your identification a solid mystery
Redefine labels under your reality
And be sure not to pretend

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Talking about Being Yourself because the best suit of being an Individual Person is being YOU. Don't change for nobody, Trends, Stereotypes or the Judgements of others.

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Warm Null Void

There were stronger days where waiting
didn't force my eyes toward strangers,
patient in their own submissive way while rather
ugly in their chosen manners.
Skin worn tight upon their bones and
constantly consuming pulp;
spitting out receipts and change while lacking
the slightest notion this way, that.
During all my time observing,
organizing thoughts in sequence,
all these people seem to slip away
and through my semi-conscious fingers.
But I won't regret their leaving
or fume about the ways they'd bested --
I'll simply watch them go and clatter
while I enjoy the quiet alone.

the trilogy--- (my favorite work ever)

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epics

part 1:



destruction of truth



false segments of time

lost memories in mind

hidden where i can't find

desperately falling behind

purposefully missing

The pieces in play

The games I’m not winning

I must seize the day

Destruction of truth

Glued together with lies

Forgotten by loved ones

Whom I’ve learned to despise

No tale has been honest

Thought riddled with holes

The bodies are piled up

With no place to dispose

Disgusted with all this

Stomach writhing in pain

From the bullshit I live through

Increasing disdain

Hatred consumes me

It’s the path that I chose

There’s no use in fighting

I’m destined to lose

Crawl out of the shadows

Exhausted with fear

Faces of anguish

Drenched by their tears

Gather the holy

To provide us with hope

That something bigger is out there

Just teach us to cope

Regretting the sadist

Who pried in my brain

Psychosis is simple

Certifiably insane

On whose rules do you state this?

Who says that it’s true?

Ever think I was normal?

Didn’t occur to you.

That framed piece of paper

So you’ve got a degree

Doesn’t prove that I’m crazy

You’re wrong about me

My soul is so solid

Still my mind is intact

Body doesn’t give into

Your idea of a fact

I’ll never believe that

Or forgive your ideas

I know who I am

Dry up my lone tear

My strength is astounding

Desire to conquer

Won’t let you destroy me

Fighting hard not to falter

With this promise I’m given

To never taste defeat

I grab “hold my bootstraps

Determined to compete

Grinning and fearless

I start down my path

To meet with my enemies

And show them my wrath

Armored by honor

And headstrong commands

They’ll never see me coming

They don’t stand a chance

My weapons are deadly

Precision in the kill

I’ll be victorious

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the entire wwork was written in less than an hour during one of the most desparate times of my life. 2pm/ june 6, 2009. it's the most honest, real and truthful thing i've ever written. it involves alot of different aspects of my life, my past, my thoughts, all kinds of things... if i felt like typing all day. i'd publish the descriptions of certain lines in the trilogy pertaining to certain events in my life.

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A Poem for Shawn

Im not your child and Im not your pet,

Im still here, dont make it somthing I'll regret.

If you keep treatin me the way u do,

I wont deal with it and I'll leave you.

Im my own person and that u need to see,

I want to be free, not under lock and key.

I want to have fun and be silly now and again.

I want to go out and have fun... wit a friend.

I love you to death but damn I do need a social life.

Marring me isnt gonna give u control jus cuz im ur wife.

Look at it from my point of view for just one sec.

You really want me always breathing down your neck?

I thought not, I need a break and some "me" time.

Doesnt mean since im out that things arent fine.

Not asking you to change over night, that i wont do.

But jus know that if things dont get better I wont stay with you.

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Inside You

Wings of an Angel spread,
Petals of a Flower flow,
Overcome with dread,
Understanding the first blow.

An incredible show,
That you only know,
Wings feather or ethereal?
You make it real.

Flower's color assigned,
Which you designed;
An attack that deflects?
Or nothing you can do?

      This mirror reflects,
      What's inside you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Think about it. What do you choose to see? What does that say about you?

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THE PALE-WINGED POETESS

A green tree,

With all its sweetness,

And haunting fragrance around.

A rare gem,

Somehow undiscovered,

By vast, dusty multitudes.

The pale-winged poetess,

A woman with a heart,

A poetess of great talent.

She is true,

As it's her nature,

Innately blessed by Allah.

And loving,

To the deepest depth,

In her true love shines so bright.

Must have been,

More than Sirius,

Shining even before birth.

My words here,

Are not merely words,

But a truth that can be checked.

A rare one,

I am lucky I found,

Lady bemused, the poetess.

She stands tall,

Yet untainted by,

The lures and lusts of the world.

Yet God will,

One day, I am sure,

Make her stand out as the best.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on the 9th of October, 2009.

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Just a Little of That

No strong loving feelings,

No passionate kiss--

Just a little of that

And a little of this.



Some may say I look calm

When I'm actually not--

Feeling somewhat off keel,

Somewhat tied in a knot.



Someone, give me a rope,

Not some friendly handshake--

I've lost purpose and hope--

Let me jump in a lake.



In this pointless quagmire

That some people call life,

I've lost all desire,

All the will to survive.



I'm tired of everything--

All I hear and see--

That surrounds me daily,

That I carry with me.



If I only knew how

A new flame to ignite--

Something great to believe in--

Something honest and bright.



But it's all the same crap

On a different day--

Just another dull slogan,

Just another cliché.



I get tired of hearing

Someone's ultimate truth--

What has happened to freedom

And spontaneous youth?



Lost in smugness of atheism

And the Christian noise,

I just want liberation

Of my own true voice.



I don't want to be shouting

Empty lines: "Yes, we can!"--

In the end, it's all bullshit

And a man's still a man.



While the beauty is drowning

In the starry night sky--

Where there is no pretense,

No sham, no lie.



I just want to be carrying

This torch through the night

Till the morning awakes me

With sun's brilliant light.



                 May 3, 2009

              

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