I am in spirit, and thus I'm inspired. I live in a world, that is ravaged and on fire. Where life makes no sense, and sense is not made. Where I am perpetually, confused and afraid. But in spirit, I rise, inspired I roam. I try to uphold, my beliefs, what I know. And though some would argue, and enemies I make. I will never mute myself for your sake. My beliefs are the only possession I own. And it is worth more than any silver or gold. For God is my Savior, and my life he does hold. In spirit I rise, and inspired I roam.
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"I am in spirit, and thus I'm inspired. I live in a world, that is ravaged and on fire. Where life makes no sense, and sense is not made. Where I am perpetually, confused and afraid". Poetic Musings by Beatrice Pitocco
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Misfits
If you are a misfit and don't quite fit in, don't worry too much, I know where you've been. Always in the corner without much to say, watching the others laugh and play. You are a little bit strange, with the heart of a child. Your soul is quite restless and eternally wild. Wishing that someone, sees you through the crowd. But this world is too busy, and much too much loud. You're never quite sure, of who you should trust. You try, but in this world, you can't seem to adjust. You are kind to them all, in hopes someone will stay. But they all move on, they all go away. You keep trying to be better, thinking it must be you. Perhaps you're too different, in what you say and do. I understand kindred misfit, it hurts you sometimes. This is a strange world, full of strange paradigms. But innocent soul, don't ever give up. Be weird, be strange, and let the world adjust. You aren't meant to fit in, you are one of a kind. Like a pearl, in an oyster - you are a very rare find. The most beautiful things are often alone; the stars in the sky are all on their own. The sun and the moon, give themselves their own light. So don't you give in, don't you lose this fight. You are rare in a world that's full of the same. Being different should be encouraged, without any shame. I know you just want someone to ask you to play. But people are afraid of someone so brave. Brave enough to be vulnerable in a world that is cruel. The ones who can't see you, are just bumbling fools. You are not perfect but you are real and that's great. You're a weirdo, a misfit, which is a wonderful trait.
By IllusionPhotograph4 years ago in Poets
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