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Unconscious Epiphany.
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Proudly show the world exactly what I am about.
Believe the words that converge out of your mouth.
Maybe then I will have some faith in my abilities.
Maybe then I will be able to strengthen my fragility.
Maybe then I can see the talent you say exists within me.
Without relying on you to continuously convince me,
That I am capable of writing and making history.
Kela Lewis-Morin
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Proudly show the world exactly what I am about.
Believe the words that converge out of your mouth.
Maybe then I will have some faith in my abilities.
Maybe then I will be able to strengthen my fragility.
Maybe then I can see the talent you say exists within me.
Without relying on you to continuously convince me,
That I am capable of writing and making history.
Kela Lewis-Morin
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She made mistakes in the past
She only leaves at night, but she did not want this life
And no one knows that, every night she cries
Under sheets of her bed, regretting all she has ever done
And that her only good friend is her hidden knife
Mistakes when she was young will her hunt now
Because all she did was drugs and guys from the crowd
And all her so called friends have left her down
All she needed was love, why would you make her frown?
Because every boy she laid with, only fed her lies
She thought that it was love, so she would always try
She could’v used someone, but you people left her alone
Now she’s walking on the streets, because she’s us
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They Watch You Sleep
They Watch You Sleep:
There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...
On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.
It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...
These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl
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Lie to Me
There are those who stare into the water's edge.
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
Sorry...
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
Sorry...
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just lo
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Something I wrote last night whilst trying to sleep and the words just flowed out on to my blackberry lol I guess this is inspired by my own perception of myself and these are the things that constantly float around in my head. There is so much I want to do but there also so many things holding me back. There will come a point where the excuses will no longer be valid and what will I do then? dun dun dunnn lol Anyway I hope you guys like this and I hope it is not too confusing my mind is a mess I admit lol
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When it comes to the way you feel I am on the "pleasure" cruise with you. Many things holding me back but what will happen when the excuses become obsolete? that is how I definitely feel.