I always get asked the question about how I would describe myself.
"Outgoing"
"Energetic"
"Hopeful"
"Kind"
A bit on the crazy side ... Oh who am I kidding? I'm a lot on the crazy side, and just maybe very "conceited"
But I dont see why I can't be.
I know that I'm beautiful inside and out, but I've always wondered why you never let me show it...
It has taken me years to fathom the tragedy of holding you in my embrace. Allow me to elaborate;
I looked at you as my comfort and my muse
All you did was abuse the trust I put in you
Ignite the pyre within our chaotic feus
It's been years, I'm still broken and confused
Suffocated by memories that allude a better view
Broken mirrors can still come together with a pseudo glue...
I hate myself for drinking your sour jus
Admit that it was I that held us together, like a one man cabin crew
It was all hands on deck, controlling me with your vindictive brew
Slashing my passions, until I was solely focused on you
It's been years...
I'm still not over what you put me through...
I decided after giving everything to you that I will no longer put myself second
I wear my favourite colour and I no longer second guess it
Embracing my sensuality, empowered and free
I look in the mirror,my body covered in a crimson glow and I picture your face disgusted with me
"You slut" "You whore" "You bitch"
I already know what you would say...
So I fix the wing on my eye
Put on some red lipstick and smile
I'll stand tall with my heels on
Turn to the side a little so my ass shows
Get the perfect angle
Show off the colour you saw as demeaning
I hope you watch me recreate it as empowering
I'm meant to be loved and respected
Not treated like your personal toy
I'm meant to be shown of
Not kept in your little box like an old doll
At one point I loved you... Only you.
You turned that love into hate
My feelings for you are gone
I'm finding myself
I know I will love me and treat me the way I deserve
You weren't a mistake in my life, but rather a lesson
And trust the lesson was well learnt
I'm happy now and I know I will be for a long time...
About the Creator
Eagles
We write about the absolution of love and the dissolution of the soul. Poetry group comprising of the following poets;
Mackalan
Alpha Beharie
Marioson
Amy Void
Kimiera
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Emily's blushing moment: A tale of courage and poetry..
Thethe heart of a bustling city, amidst the whirlwind of daily life, there lived a young woman named Emily. She was known for her gentle demeanor and her tendency to blush at the drop of a hat. Emily's rosy cheeks had earned her the endearing nickname "Blushing Rose" among her friends and coworkers.Despite her penchant for blushing, Emily was a confident and capable young woman, excelling in her career as a graphic designer. However, there was one aspect of her life that always left her feeling self-conscious: public speaking.Emily had always harbored a fear of speaking in front of large crowds. The mere thought of all those eyes staring at her made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Yet, deep down, she longed to overcome her fear and prove to herself that she was capable of facing any challenge.One day, Emily stumbled upon a flyer for a local public speaking competition called "Just a Minute." The premise was simple: contestants had just one minute to deliver a compelling speech on any topic of their choice. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Emily to conquer her fear and showcase her hidden talents.With a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Emily decided to sign up for the competition. She spent weeks meticulously crafting her speech, pouring her heart and soul into every word. Despite her nerves, she was determined to give it her all.As the day of the competition approached, Emily's anxiety threatened to overwhelm her. But with the support of her friends and family, she summoned the courage to step onto the stage and face her fears head-on.Standing in front of the eager audience, Emily took a deep breath and began to speak. Her voice quivered slightly at first, but as she delved into her speech, her confidence grew. She spoke passionately about her love for art and design, weaving personal anecdotes and inspiring quotes into her narrative.With each passing second, Emily felt her fear melting away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and empowerment. She poured her heart into her words, her cheeks flushed with excitement rather than embarrassment.Before she knew it, her minute was up, but Emily wasn't ready to stop. She had found her voice, and she wanted to share it with the world. Ignoring the timer, she continued to speak, her passion igniting a spark in the hearts of everyone in the room.When she finally finished, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the auditorium. Tears of joy welled up in Emily's eyes as she realized she had not only conquered her fear but had also touched the hearts of those around her.From that day forward, Emily's blush became a badge of honor, a symbol of her courage and resilience. She went on to pursue her dreams with newfound confidence, never again letting her fear hold her back.And as she stood on the stage, basking in the adoration of the crowd, Emily knew that she had truly found her voice, one minute at a time.
By Eric anexis 2 days ago in Poets
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