ResponsiblePoet

Tell it how it is, take it personal, there is no miss.

Tell it how it is, there is always something to get.

In honesty’s waves, all truth smooth, all lies crash in the fade.

The ocean is honest, serenity freed to wake, beautiful rhythm to make.

A wave is calm and continues on.

Cannot be nervous when it falls along the shore.

Be comfortable in your skin, others accept your within.

Be representing your kin, choose your trend for your powers within.

Be your own person, at any time start the learning.

There is much hoping, through the unbroken and the broken.

Keep your ideals and goals to hold, always live to be bold.

I dreamt these dangerous dreams.

Dreams caught my attention, curiosity in the making.

A dreamer's surprise within my thinking.

Surprises so high, it leads back home.

Keeping me wondering in my heart at home.

It catches my concern.

Giving me the choice to have my turn.

Seeing new danger for the first time.

Never happens in my real life.

First time's the spark

To make a dream, a skillful art.

I believe a dreamer must do it artfully.

I always feel this way.

The change of the saved.

Feeling calm today.

Of all days, this day is my new change.

I will never be the same.

Happiness in my name.

Balanced in my comfort.

Always alert.

Straight emotions doesn't get hurt.

From releasing all the dirt.

Now I am free to be me.

All these written notes are personal thoughts, knowledge sought.

In my dark times, it was hard, questioning the silence that got me self-taught.

Eyes looking to satisfy the mind, recording notes in my findings, a self-care so kind.

A journal of writings that's mine, it is genuine and honest all the time.

I relieved my desires with each thought on paper, writing in my time, I savor it together.

Full feelings fill the paper so it is never a whatever, spending time indoors of everyday weather.

Pencils and pens, in the writes I begin, collective notes going through the end.

Lead and ink, thinking dreamily of banks, my dreams to self-express ranks can not sink in my vents.

Blank white spaces and colored lines, messy handwriting stings out at nine.

Releasing new beginnings in my binds, kept in my books and binders everything.

Beautiful skies, with my eyes, overjoyed by your bright light.

Vibrant sights, the colors are always right, I see delight in your beautiful skies.

Eyelashes shines rainbows, reflective color good for the soul, never feeling cold.

Circles of color assured, their presence promise rewards, every eyelash sees the real truths told.

Beautiful clouds, I have to see what you are about, your shapes got my heart to worry so loud.

So many clouds to find out, I look with concern like its my vow.

Beautiful brown eyes, sees with fascinated line of sight, curiosity on peace of the light.

They seen the message on a full canvas so high, above us all I can not wait for my goodbyes, seeing the clouds disappear after my sight.

I wonder about their position, I wonder the cloudy precision.

My long observance may be what I am missing, with all this nostalgia wishing.

Seeing the beauty above me, I hope they understand me.

Always the shyest girls are too themselves to fit in.

Nothing to say where she sits in, nothing matters steady wishing.

Dreams to be popular, their hope felt good until it hurts.

I, the shy girl in the crowd, my quiet feels loud.

Singular minus from the plural letting out.

Disappointing rejections will carry me alone

I am the only one who can not call this a home.

My shy is silent in my walk, the way I am approached to talk.

Deceptive about themselves, they are talkative and my silence needs help.

I never understand the appeal to quit once you know for themselves.

I, the shy one, wants to talk, expecting my quiet for anyone to see.