I AM NOT SPECIAL I AM JUST BEING ME

I am not ugly; you’re just holding the mirror wrong.

I am not blind; I just love to listen.

I am not retarded; I just learn differently than you.

I am not done; the world just fascinates me.

I am not depressed; this is how I smile

I am not fat; I’m just as big as my heart.

I am not bisexual; I want to share my love with all.

I am not cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.

Before you think you may have the answer, on who I’m supposed to be,

No.

I am not special; I’m just being me.

 

ANONYMOUS

 

POEM OF LITERATURE

Literature is a fantasy world.

Literature is emotions unfurled.

Literature is the mind’s paintbrush.

Literature is a heart’s soft touch.

Literature is imagination.

Literature is sleep deprivation.

Literature is my greatest bane.

Literature is my favourite game.

Literature is no simple fling.

Literature is…

Everything.

ANONYMOUS

 

 

 

 

GALAXIES AND SEAS

We exist to wonder
About the galaxies and seas
Solutions always vague
About how they came to be

We ponder the Egyptians
The sphinxes and their marks
How the earth can rotate
Why there’s night and dark

We ponder over mountains
And the cracks that fall between
Serenity and misery
Nothing’s ever like it seems

We lay our heads in beds
And over-thinking brings
Love and hate and remorse
And why we feel such things

We live in speculation
In fear of the unknown
We blindly make decisions
And then reap what we have sewn

Fires burn like cancer
We contain the treasures
Space exceeds forever
Still we find no answer

We are always searching
Searching for the greater
Never fully satisfied
So we worship a creator

Life is one big lesson
And certain paths do cross
Some of us wear crowns
Made of thorns and scratchy moss

But I am still searching
For the reasons to be shed
Of why on Earth I’m here
Before I’m better off dead

I have traveled the Earth
Said goodbye to the departed
But so again it seems
I am right back where I started

In the end the answers
Are not to our delight
Some may come to realize
Throughout the lonesome night

ANONYMOUS

FACES OF LIFE

Life is full of unimaginable pleasure;
There is so much it can offer,
So why can’t we all learn to treasure?
No way will it be a bother.

The entertainment we learn to enjoy;
Must be something we call surreal,
For all our senses cannot seem to annoy;
It’s now obvious everything in life is the real deal.

Sometimes there are hard times;
And other occasions trying to jump hurdles,
Though finding ways are a challenge to bind;
Like nurturing a sleeping baby in a cradle.

Meeting soul mates and pouring our hearty dreams;
Taking the cherish journey to forever adoration,
Carving the stories in books dangled from their seams;
The odyssey begins a new chapter in self-exploration.

Chapter one brings a new life to the worlds reverence,
Time seemingly races faster than the speed of sound;POEMD
Chapter two burgeons the new meaning of life’s endurance
Ticking clocks seep closer to the duration abound.

As the book slowly comes to a closing finish, a new lineage commences;
Belongings and memories passed on to the posterity,
Our senses grow weary and the cycle of living distances;
The dawning of a new existence sprouts endless prosperity.

SOURCE :https://www.deviantart.com/yangster88/art/Faces-of-Life-117851894