where to begin?
with the conflicting questions
that consume my mind?
or with some honesty
that will turn to white lies?
it is kind of funny
how writing is easy when
we allow our ignorance to shine,
when we speak to an audience
unknown...
we have got an infinite canvas
to print who we are
and what we stand for,
yet, the more we write,
the more we understand,
that we don't understand ourselves at all
we may speak with some prestige,
lay claim of our innocent nature,
or morally sound existence...
even in our confessions,
we try to label ourselves as victims,
and see ourselves as saints
with our openness of "honesty"
we lose touch with our connection
to ourselves, by wearing
the socially acceptable mask
we form from everybody's thoughts,
excluding our own....
who are we really living for, anyways?
why does all the happiness seem staged?
what does it mean to be free?
when do we not feel ashamed?
how do we become what we can not see?
where to begin?
Please tell me what you think
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when do we not feel ashamed?
how do we become what we can not see?
where to begin?
Hey..you are r4evealing the status of the self here through the honest description and this is the strength of this write my friend...Well this is a wonderful thought to realize the subject raised here and in the way you realized it and simultaneously you made us to feel the same as well..I love the interpretation and the design of the poem..it is
really an effective piece to cerebrate the subject in powerful manner..well done...
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Good choice of words. We can be or say anything when we write and sometimes it isn't true - but sometimes you can see deeper into a persons soul by reading their thoughts. I really like the lines
"yet, the more we write,
the more we understand,
that we don't understand ourselves at all"
I can relate to that - I think I finally get it, but really I still don't. Anyway - good write, I felt your frustrations.
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I could sooo see myself in this. In fact, so much so that the words just attached within my head quickly and with the greatest of ease.
Keep that pen handy dear poet!
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Yep, I'm there with ya too, only, I'm all grown up, and have been for a long time. I've only gotten about half of these questions answered, and given up on the other. One thing struck me, at the end..
what does it mean to be free?
What is your definition of free?
When you answer that, then you have your answer...lol
Took me years to understand that, and sometimes, I still don't. This poem was very well written, you did a great job with it.
I wish you al the best,
Jin
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If it had not been for me being victimized i do not think I would have written as passionately as i do.. but years after the Damage I still find myself reaching deep for an effective write.. is that wrong? Am I not allowing myself to truly heal?
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Wow. Okay, to be completely honest, I came in to check out the poem because of your name. It was interesting. The poem turned out to be better than I had imagined. You did an excellent job on this. You ask questions that we all seem to ask at one point or another.
Write on.
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This is an amazing poem. Very well written. It really made me think about life. I loved the stanza "even in our confessions, we try to label ourselves as victims and see ourselves as saints with our openness of honesty" It's so true. Many times I've confessed to something but still try to make it sound like I was the victim in the situation, rather than the one who caused the situation. Beautifully written. Keep up the good work.
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Nicely written. We all need to stop and contemplate the meaning of our existence, what we believe, and what we stand for. Sometimes it's all so overwhelming that one has no idea where to begin. And other times we confuse ourselves by asking so many questions, just when we think we've started to figure things out, we realize we don't have a clue. Great write. Thanks for sharing.
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