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My eyes capture the light in many different ways everyday. Like,
The way I percept rain, one day I see pure beauty, and the next,
Well I see pure pain and horror, darkness and loneliness.
The way I look at life if different with every second of the day.
One minute I see the good, the next nothing but the bad.
Everything... Changes when I re-look at it, everything changes.
I may see beauty differently, I may see love differently,
I see me, differently everyday. I always see my good and bad sides,
I never see just me as a whole I tear myself up into little bitty pieces.
I see my relationship with my friends differently, everyday.
I see there weaknesses and mine, I know what they fear,
I don't see what I fear, I see what I dislike and regret, but never fear.
I do things, differently everyday, obviously, but I mean more different.
I let myself grow to one thing for a short while, then change.
One major problem with me is I change a lot, more than any person.
I know who I am, what I am, who and what I want to be, but...
I change myself to be better at what I want to be, so I guess...
I don't know at all who and/or what I am and want to be.
If I could just express myself, it'd be heaven, more then heaven.
It'd be, love. The love of words unspoken, the words of open ears.
I think, matter of fact, I know that what that'd be my passion.
I love to be heard out, even if they don't know what I mean,
Still, to feel the person listen to your words is just great.
I'm not greedy for the attention, I just want a little of it, just a little.
I made jazz my life, my passion, my soul, music is my life, my everything
It's more then just relaxing melodies, it's, unspoken words, unspoken life
It's the world of unspokeness, the things dear not said out to the open,
It's, great, no words can explain it, it's just great.
I'm open now, I'm really, really open now. I'll just talk my mind,
I really don't care who doesn't like it, it's me, you know, who I am.
Not them, or you, him, or her, just me. I know that venting is good,
Really good but it does nothing for me unless I know you're listening.
Wow, I never knew that just writing random stuff on here could like, Somewhat clam you down.
I know, I seem high right now, I'm not,
I swear on everything I'm not. Ha... IF anyone does read this then good
But if not then it's fine with me 'cause this just proves that I'm crazy,
And talk to myself (write) oh well tomorrows another day,
Another stress, so ~peace hope and love~ Ivana Boo
(You should read my other entries)
 Poetic_Indulgence · Thu Sep 25, 2008 @ 02:57am · 0 Comments |
