Recollections of the Past, Present and Future

Is anything I do ever going to be enough?
Can I be the best I can be?
My fear is my limitation
I am to scared of what is out there
I fear of others reactions
Laughing
Embarrassment
Humiliation
Who am I?
One in a billion
What makes me, ME?
Talkative
People person
Reading books
Drawing
Imagining
Others are like me
But no one can take the place of me
What is my footprint on the world?
I want to help people
Being a nurse
Impacting someone’s life
I forget the lives I have impacted
Friends
Family
Loved ones
All imprinted on my heart
That’s my footprint
Being in someone else’s heart
Nothing fancy
Not being on a front page
Not being written in history
Just being a part and affecting
Someone else’s life
Making a difference to one person
Is all that I want in the end

Procrastination

I feel everything bottled up inside
I feel like I am losing my mind
Feeling sick
Miss school
More homework
Everything piles up
I need to do this
I need to do that
I am so stressed out
I don’t have the time
I wish I could freeze time
And take a breath
Then do everything I need to do
Unfreeze time
I am all caught up
Ready for finals
I don’t feel stressed
If I could only freeze time

Mold and Plaster

I feel ignored
I feel alone
In my own little world
Watching everyone else
Talk and react
I am on the sidelines
Not in the game
Not important
I laugh
I smile
No one can see
The true me
I hide behind
My mask of solitude
I try to do nothing wrong
I try to be nice
I do not want to upset you
I do not want to be angry
When you are upset and angry
I feel lost
I tried my best
My mask starts to falter
I cannot let anyone see
If I do they will judge
Being hated is scary
I care about what people think
I need to step back into the mold and plaster
To make a new me

Hate

I hate your superior attitude
You hate it when things don’t go your way
I hate it when you don’t respect me
You hate it when I don’t agree with you
I hate it when you don’t listen to me
You hate it when I get angry
I hate it when we get into fights
You hate it when I don’t admit I am wrong
I hate your smartalec remarks
You hate it when I don’t give in
I hate that you’re immature
You hate that I don’t want to do things you want to do
I hate the fact that you don’t know when to shut up
You hate it when I argue
I hate it when you’re stubborn
You hate that I change my mind
I hate that you always think your right
You hate that I get dramatic
I hate that you don’t care about anyone’s feelings
You hate that I get pigheaded
I hate that you don’t follow the rules
You hate that I follow the rules
I hate that I am always wrong according to you
You hate that I stand up for myself
I hate that I am a bad friend according to you
You hate that I’m too emotional
I hate how selfish you are
You hate that I actually care
I hate that you don’t give a damn about this friendship
But most of all
I hate that I hate you at all

Possessed

I can
Feel you
Inside me
Taking over

I am losing control

I am
Not
Myself

I can
Feel you
Controlling
My Actions

You’re taking over

You’ve taken
All of
My strength

I lost control

I don’t
Feel you
Anymore

For you are
.
.
.
ME

~This poem can be read as a song. I was singing randomly and that is how I got this song/poem.~

Systematic Chaos

“Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.

“So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.”

“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.”

“Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about”

“We are the music makers... and we are the dreamers of dreams.”

“To believe in one's dreams is a manifestation of insanity.”

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever”

“So shines a good deed in a weary world”

“He lived happily ever after”

“She was a bad egg.”

“Help. Police. Murder.”

~Quotes are from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I do not own them! This is a Found Poem I was told to do about a book, movie, etc... in Poetry Club. Thank you.~

Paint Your Future

Choice is like artwork
Completely yours to make

A pearl white canvas
Waiting to be covered with your thoughts

Paint yourself
Sketch the future

Each fork in the road
Is presented in your picture

You chose which path to follow
You choose which life you want to live

Artwork

I also enjoy making art so i got a Deviant ART which displays all my art. If you would like you can go and see my drawings. I am in the process of putting more up right now so there should be more coming. My site is called insanity-of-reality.
ENJOY!
http://insanity-of-reality.deviantart.com/

Blind

A young girl sat in a dark corner

Turned towards a tarnished mirror

A pale sunken in face

Dark purple and black rings around her closed eyes

She didn’t look human, she didn’t even look alive

She was a monster

One pair of eyes flashed open

Causing one’s thoughts to betray themselves

Her crystal blue eyes danced with the life of a new born child

Unknowing to the hatred and betrayal the world could cause

Her pure eyes showed the snowy landscape of her soul

Untarnished by the blood of truth

Glares of loathing

Smirks of hatred

Went unnoticed

She sought to find the truth in the world

Like the Magi searching for baby Jesus the night he was born

A sphere impenetrable by the snake of society

She sought to find

Answers to questions never asked

The light within the darkness

Why blood mixed with water

The sphere wouldn’t break no matter how hard the snake attacked

The snake never relented

The sphere broke and was bit

She had found the truth

The reasons no one knew were found

They wanted to be normal

Nothing differentiating them

Destroying the abnormal monsters for what they were

Even if normal was not normal at all

They did not wanted to be destroyed

She finally saw the truth

Her soul, pristine like layers of white fallen snow

Melted with the truth of betrayal

The Silent Question

The world is corrupt
Silently dying
We are the killers
Oily water
Bloodied snow
Polluted skies
Acid rain melting everything created
All the good and bad in the world
Were destroying the world
Shouldn’t we nurse it back to life?

Each of us is different
Strengths and weaknesses
We are all human
Imperfect
We each have a choice
To remain ignorant
Or to make an impact

“Is there anything I can do about anything at all?”
“Out of the doubt that fills my mind”
Solutions will be created
Scorned and insulted
“Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone”
We can all make a difference

We have been carved by the cruelty of this world
Our souls tainted by the hands of others
And I wonder
Can one person really make an impact?
Change the way we think and act?
Will they revolutionize the human race?
In the end will it truly matter?