Talking To MyselfA Poem by Blue IvoryBeauty. Have I embraced the darkness? I write on. Feeling my words are shallow. This is all I have. Whatever else I had, I just lost. I come here because I am loved here. I feel at home. Home is nice, but am I getting too cozy? When was the last time I saw full color?
I spend my days, defining integrity. Perfection is what I’m chasing. I’ve gone over the list multiple times. I know exactly what I want. I just…haven’t reached for it, yet. I tell myself everyday how bad I am. I tell myself everyday how good I am. But to get off my a*s and prove either Is something beyond my abilities. Or at least, that’s another one of the many
things I have been using to talk to myself.
Although I sit with my
own company “procrastinating” While the others use
it to better themselves, I do have virtues many
don’t. I do not have a fear of sunlight nor people. I get along with both just fine. My physical self, however, is one I fear
greatly. I simply cannot do what I said I would. Sticking to my own word is impossible to me.
I would much rather call myself stupid. “I can’t.” Isn’t that my anthem? Big words are something I am great with. Just look at what I’ve written so far! And while I am lost in this illusion created
by my talent, Feeling I am worth at least something, I just lost more valuable time.
So really, if I could just improve myself
instead of impressing myself with my own failures
I’d do a lot better. © 2013 Blue IvoryAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on November 13, 2013 Last Updated on November 13, 2013 AuthorBlue IvoryDhaka, BangladeshAboutI am a sugarcoated wreck. A cupcake with a chipped human tooth baked inside it. I breathe out soot left behind by the corpses you tried to bury but I come to you served in a silver platter. A hot.. more..Writing
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