Is it wrong for me to question her movies?
It's so hard for me not to.
She does nothing for herself, but rather
all is done for others (that's all she can do).
Her singing is not out of enjoyment;
it is to show others her voice.
When others come within her sight
is when she increases the noise.
She struts with a little extra ferocity
when a crowd seems to gather.
She walks with a chest puffed out
despite the need for humility rather.
She loves to prove her knowledge
through the criticism of the righteous.
She loves to stand up to those correct
with a false pretense of being courageous.
She will make a friend as quickly as "hi"
though even quicker she will give a back a stab.
She will point the blame to a neighbor
as she holds her accused with an arm's grab.
She tries to play the card of the misunderstood
but only when a moment presents itself.
Those moments of seemingly refreshing transparency
are quickly erased by way of acts and words so selfish.
Is it wrong for me to question her motives?
It may very well be
but unless these actions turn on a dime
it will be a permanent perception held by all who see.
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Your Own Savior
Don't strive for perfection
because that is not what moves.
Don't reach for the sky
because that cannot improve
the serenity that can be found
in the vulnerability in which relatability
hides at all times that you doubt yourself
and your own merit and reliability.
When you feel words are jumbled
is when your honesty and candidness
are at the height of their effectiveness
and ability to move a heart away from brokenness.
The times you feel you are not heard
are when ears perk up the most,
when each and every spoken verb
hits the drums of each and every host.
When you feel the most like your voice is silent
is when the ones who need you come
from the woodwork in which they were hiding
until the right time and the right voice would summon.
Their inner-most thoughts of self-consciousness
that were thought to always be present
have gone away in favor of the words you spoke
and because of the effort and time you spent.
You will have the moments when you think
that no one out there cares
and you will have the moments when you think
there is nothing on the horizon but despair
but just remember in those moments
of your deepest and darkest thoughts
that you have brought others from the brink
as you will bring your own heart back, no matter how distraught.
because that is not what moves.
Don't reach for the sky
because that cannot improve
the serenity that can be found
in the vulnerability in which relatability
hides at all times that you doubt yourself
and your own merit and reliability.
When you feel words are jumbled
is when your honesty and candidness
are at the height of their effectiveness
and ability to move a heart away from brokenness.
The times you feel you are not heard
are when ears perk up the most,
when each and every spoken verb
hits the drums of each and every host.
When you feel the most like your voice is silent
is when the ones who need you come
from the woodwork in which they were hiding
until the right time and the right voice would summon.
Their inner-most thoughts of self-consciousness
that were thought to always be present
have gone away in favor of the words you spoke
and because of the effort and time you spent.
You will have the moments when you think
that no one out there cares
and you will have the moments when you think
there is nothing on the horizon but despair
but just remember in those moments
of your deepest and darkest thoughts
that you have brought others from the brink
as you will bring your own heart back, no matter how distraught.
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