I believe in me!
they said that i was slow and not so very bright
they never once thought that i 'd put up a fight
to them i have no chance to be happy or carefree
but no matter what they say i believe in me
in school i was put down because i didnt fit in
but i was so determined to never let them win
they were all so very cruel and never once letup
but still i carried on never once did i give-up
then i married him with his oh so angry hands
he was so very violent with all of his demands
and then one day it happened i had been set free
and no matter how you slice it i still believe in me!
Let me be just Me!
Im trying to be happy and live life the way I want to live
But sometimes life can be stubborn and wont ever give
And it seems the progress ive made has gone far away
Why does this keep happening to me how can I convey
But as I get older I realize its me who needs to make them see
That I want to be only me so please let me be just me
Some try to boss me and some try to make me feel blue
But now they do know that ive changed and have bid them ado
I have taking a stand and have let them all know to let me be
I know who I am and again I say let me be just me!!!!!
Zoeycup 16
I Manipulate
By jfarrell
(“From the cover of Heaven’s gate, I manipulate” great lyrics from steve taylor)
Rasputin is me, I am Rasputin;
I tell you my story, show you my scars
I share my pain with you
And you will jump to my defence
Jump between me and the bullet
Take the sword thrust,
In my stead.
I frown and lower my gaze
I show you the pieces of my sundered heart
Let you hold and feel this dead thing that is my soul
Let you dance in the dust that was my dreams
And you give your heart to me
In tender whispers you pledge your undying love
To me.
Amongst tears, with nastiness running from my nose
I tell you of the wrongs done to me
I tell you of those that hurt and ridiculed me
To show the truth, the strength, of my pain
I take the knife and slash my arm, over and over
My pain angers you to kill,
For me.
Rasputin is me, I am Rasputin
A manipulative, conniving…. monk
Dead many years (executed, I think);
I want you to like me
I’ll say anything you wanna hear.
To keep you here
I manipulate
Be seven minutes, five or three;
in frozen zone time stops it's spin.
It's you and me...just you and me...
melting epochs in carnal kiln.
I'm here to scorch your sodden woods,
but soon to douse your every leaf
and bloom with gushing rapturous fluids,
till tremble you on crazy cliff.
Don't think all this a looney spiel
of one amnestic bard with crushed
psyche under the clocking wheel
or whooshing sounds of carnal rush!
You know, behind these stirring woos,
there's calmly love, as comely ruse!
DISCOVERING THE HOLY SPIRIT IN ME
Oh, what a revelation!
Jesus’ gifts are not from this earth.
They are an
uncontrollable quintessence
that radiates into my soul.
God’s love dresses my mind
with golden skyscrapers
that pierce His heavens.
There is no need to own things in His home.
I look deeper into His treasures
and see what I need.
Spiritual waters—the Holy Spirit—take me to Him.
Gold has no value in heaven,
nor do diamonds.
They are just trinkets that sparkle.
Joy,
Glory,
Grace,
and His presence are what’s there.
My mind cannot confirm this,
only my Faith accepts what’s there.
There is no need for words.
There is no need for thoughts.
Translucent,
luminous,
and spiritual gifts are there,
and I have just arrived.
I heard the sound echo through me
like electricity throughout my body.
A sound that hits the inner thoughts
of peace and passion.
I wonder and I ponder
of the wonderful creation.
How can you talk of now
like it even exsist.
through this passion there is only
bliss.
Compartmentalization and categorization are such crucial aspects that dictate how we engage our reality
Is that a bomb or a clock?
A beloved or a stranger?
The ability to categorize is surely a primordial mechanism that enhanced one primal objective
Survive and reproduce
This means that
That is, or is not, a threat to my survival
I ask myself
Does this compartmentalization… this categorization, permeate my personality?
My me.
Is who I am at any given moment an amorphous, dynamic transition from one category to the next? or is who I am a cast that has not yet cured by the apathy of time?
If the latter, is there time left to influence this structure that will gradually, but inevitably, relinquish its malleability? If the former, am I frozen in a perpetual state of limbo - an individual, but dividable?
Am I discrete or am I a spectrum? Am I both and neither? like the very matter that comprises me?
This juxtaposition only recapitulates the riddle. It does not answer.
This is an irony that me, me and me, marvel.
I don't say this a lot of times so you can consider yourself lucky to hear me saying this,
I'm not going to repeat myself though, even if you ask me to.
So listen well,
Look to my lips moving,
See my mouth open slowly,
Hear my words.
"I'm staying".
I wanted to be strong,
But I'm not.
I wanted to be strong enough,
To don't cry with the words that you said to me.
But I couldn't,
After I read them, I felt destroyed.
As if my world was destroyed in that moment.
I wanted to be strong enough,
To tell you that what you said was only a lie that you created,
But I knew that it wasn't a lie.
I wanted to be strong enough,
To go talk with you,
And say you that I didn't liked the way that you said what you said, and even worst, in a fucking text.
I wanted to be strong,
Strong,
So strong that in this moment you would be insignificant to me.
But I'm not.