Tag: Relationships

Freedom.

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Freedom is defined as the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants. Also as the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.

Keeping these definitions in mind, are any of us really free?

Sometimes I wish to be more free.

From the restraints placed on me by everybody.

They tell me they love me for me, but thats all a lie, because how can you really love me if you’ve never even met me?

Only your version of me,

Of who you wish I could be.

I’m not perfect, nor do I wish to be.

So may I be perfectly imperfect, and who I want to be?

Suffocating…

I feel like I’m suffocating.

S.C.

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“A pure soul is…

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“A pure soul is like pure water, and pure water has no shade and no color. It only reflects what it stands next to. It’s dirt, wind, and salt that give it character.”
~ Japanese Proverb

You Remind Me of the Moon

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You remind me of the full moon.

so close… yet far out of reach

the look of love, once had but never to be found again.

You come around every once in a while and shine… subtle, yet humble.

With a silent , demanding, hypnotic power.

the remnants of our love restricted to the longing in our eye connection.

until we look away… trying to forget the unforgettable.

I’ve decided to love you from a far.

detached myself from the possibility and accepted love without ownership.

Instead of trying to have you for myself I will let you run free and share your light with the world.

Hoping for the chance to once again be a star supporting your light.

S.C.

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“Why Does the Artist Often Feel Like an Outsider in Society”

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Creative Images, Running Wild,

Through my mind,

All the time.

The blind thoughts sailing through my mind, explaining how my motivation is helping my nation through my innovations.

No rest,

Stressed,

My minds a mess.

Inspirations

Calculations

Motivations

Aspirations.

Thoughts that fought between the two sides of my brain,

mental strain,

unknown terrain.

Life guided by the right side which is seen as evil, a threat to society,

creativity seen as lethal

Open-minded, no restraints to be finded-

binded, within the confines of societies definitions of who I should be, look at me.

Standing outside looking in

Standing outside looking in

Standing outside looking in

Within you

Me, her, he, she, we

As a collective of art

we start, a storm of ideas with our brain, brainstorming

trying to maintain while life’s rain is pouring

We are outcasts

put my music on blast

As I walk fast, outside of my class

into a world, where I’m a young black girl

stereotypes, constantly putting up a fight with these stereotypes

Visual and performing artist expressing myself with the left side is the hardest

but that’s what they want,

uncreative controlled thought

my mind cannot be bought

My creativity is a leeway, guiding my path like a freeway, and we stay,

standing outside looking in,

standing outside looking in,

standing outside looking in.

S.C.

Metamorphosis is a choice.

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Some fly freely like a butterfly,

without any restraints or ties to past situations.

Others stay bound within their self-designated cocoon to be a product of their environment despite their constant struggle to break free.

We are the one’s who dictate whether we will flow freely and adapt to new situations like water,

or constantly struggle with fear of newness and progression and stay stuck in a constant cycle of degradation.

The lock and the key is fear.

Ultimately, Metamorphosis is a choice.

 

S.C.

Admiring Love From A Far.

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I admire love from a far because thats all i’ve ever done and all I know how to do. I love to love,

I live to love,

I love to witness love.

I love to witness love flourish and develop; the romance open its wings and fly. I love to be present during the process of love,

to aid in love,

to encourage in love,

to assist in love.

I am love, but I do not love. I do not love because I cannot love. because love is not synonymous with fear. When it comes to life I am welcoming, energetic, and full of insight. When it comes to love I am uneasy, cautious and insecure.

I want to love and be loved back. Thats all I want and all i’ve ever wanted.

But I am not easy to love,

I am dangerous to love.

none but one will ever get the chance to love me, because one is all I need. One that will give me his all without fear.

I am only human, plagued with imperfections.

Do my imperfections and perplextions sway the direction of your affection?

I hope not.

S.C.

Weakness.

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A building can only go so high before it collapses, when built on a weak foundation. But the flaw was discovered when the building was already sky high. That building then has two choices: either to ignore the foreseen dangers and allow mass destruction to occur, or to take initiative to break down its walls completely and start from the beginning; Reflecting on what went wrong and starting with a stronger, purer foundation.

I am the building and I am presented with these choices.

S.C.

The Morality of a Fountain

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Give nothing, Get left with nothing.

Give everything, get left with nothing.

Maybe the problem lies in expecting to be left with something other than nothing.

No one can love me better than I love me.

No one can appreciate me more than I appreciate myself.

So why should I feel entitled to it from others?

I have an everlasting supply of love and appreciation within myself for myself that not everyone has.

I am a fountain – who am I to deny a thirsty person a drink?

should I expect a fee even from the thirstiest who come to drink?

S.C.