The recluse is wrong,
failing the world via lack of contribution,
ignoring the institution, the recluse solution.
Want to be a free thinker?
Turn off your blinker
once you turn right,
the reckluse is wrong,
driving out of sight, out of mind
alway aimless their kind.
They flee to find peace,
because society will never cease,
the redtape of beauracracy,
the illusion of democrary,
yet, the recluse is wrong,
staying strong,
away from the red tape illusion,
to halt their confusion.
Refusing to be the cublicle creature,
brainwashed by the teacher
of social inertia, go on green,
stop on red, why?
Because it is said.
It's engrained in the head.
To stop at a red light,
and check before you turn right,
yet the reckluse is wrong, incorrect,
by trying to protect the beautiful soul,
from the tole of a death so hidden,
it's masked in a dollar bill,
designed to kill, follow the green.
End scene, act two and three.
Cut to the recluse, feeling free
How can this be?
Because their soul is untainted
colorfully painted
green with peace
and red for kindness
not the engrained stop and go
within the unconscious mind,
yet the recluse kind
is wrong.
So what is right?

There's a moment,
the single moment,
when you know
this isn't a story
you'll shout in the halls,
or tell all your friends,
like when Jane fell down the stairs
or when John brok his arm.
Instead
There a moment,
a single moment
when you know,
no one will ever know.
Because their knowledge,
is your pain,
and proof
that whatever happened,
happened.
This isn't a story
you'll shout in the halls.
Instead
You wish you fell down the stairs
or broke your arm.
John and Jane will never know,
because there's a moment
a single moment
when you know
john and jane
don't know pain.

So tell me what you think.
That the laws of conformity
impact the majority.
Join that sorority,
study your biology,
the females practice of
cosmotology
leaves her powdered and shaven
and prepared for the day when
leg hair, needs no Nair,
and if they stare,
it is at the beauty of a blemished face.
Signs of wisdom in it's place,
in the wrinkle beneath the eye,
yet, she does try,
to powder over and under,
instead of asking why.
This is my beautiful look,
that no one took
from a box of dye in aisle five,
or a book,
I'm alive, I'm alive,
but powder, shave, dye,
why?
Return the box
for the store to shelf,
so another older women
can look at herself
and hate the silver strength
steaked through her hair.
Go ahead and stare,
while you're at it,
throw out your nair.
It's time to not care,
about the majority,
the laws of conformity.
So tell me what you think.

You push me to the edge,

only to make me fall of a cliff

of self hatred, I plunge deeper

and deeper, landing in a sea

of negativity. I scream silently

in my soul, hoping there's a

lifesaver somewhere. Could

it be, it lies within me? I am

the lifeboat, the bouey, the rope

out of the water. I kick, flail and

pedal my way to the shore.

The work it takes to reach land is

tremendous. The waves pushing

me back, the creatures in the sea,

the sun glaring up high all intimidate

me. But I fight after every falter.

I reach the shore, breathing heavily,

exhausted, but I have done it. I have

reached the shore of peace, never

to return to the waters of the wretched

cliff. And if you push me off the edge,

ever again,



I will fight.

It is difficult to look outside of ourselves.

To recognize that life is beyond our control.

We flatter ourselves with words such as

failure, stupid, ugly, clumsy, irresponsible,

when in fact,



We are human beings.

Dear Shobana,

I promise you wonderful things.

You may feel lost now because your purpose

for existence has not shown it's face, but there

is one. I swear to you it is true. There are people

who hold you close to their hearts and for them

you must live. YOU. You beautiful soul, you kind

creature, good things will come. I have love

for you, sometimes it is lost amidst the pain

the world can bring, but it is there. Someday I

will value you the way you deserve. Some day

I will stop trying to change you and accept you

as you are. You are wonderful.

Love
Yourself
The one and only
Shobana

I didn't realize how sick I was

I felt like I looked great in this picture.

but my eyes are sunken in, I look lost.

and I was so unhappy.



This was me today. I went on a hike

with my friends to see a waterfall. My

cheecks are fuller, and I've never

been happier.


It is possible to break free.
I have slips but I feel happier and
healthier :)

Blah Blah Blah

Greatness.

triumph amidst uncertainty

Attaining parts of self-actualization.

Greatness

It is not the loudest voice

But the voice that speaks up in an

unagreeable crowd.

Greatness

It is not the most medals and plaques

But the effort of challenging the

walls that are hard to climb.

Greatness.

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The future is unknown for a reason.

It can change if I will it.

and I will it.

There comes a time when

Your lost.

Searching for something

to find you.

It's in your head, it makes

promises.

It promises you beauty

friends

Everything you could want.

But only

If you are thin thin thin.

stop it.

I don't need you.

I would love to go

one day

according to plan

but you

make me easily

forget

obligations.

Intense urges

to consume

and forget.

absolve and

regret.

I do not wish to crumble inside

I desire the support of steel pillars if I fall.

I desire to be helped and to help.

Because I am worth it.


I am ready to fight for my life.
I am ready to show my colors
and be embraced. And if I
am not embraced then I will
be strong enough to prosper.

I do not wish to crumble inside.

I desire the support of steel pillars if I fall.

I desire to be helped and to help.

 

Because I am worth it.

I can stand,
demand,
band together
each minor
thought
that maybe,
I can fight for
my life.

I know this much is true

You are not me
that voice that
claims I am
pure evil,
the real me
whispers
to your shouts
but that voice
will be
strong.

I know this much is true.

As I let your
voice grow
stronger,
my whispers
were still
around
but bound
with fear
to near
a fight with
you.

I know this much is true

But I will win.

I know this much is true.

She lives life
moment by moment.
She knows each moment
will pass.
Because of this.
She values all
that she sees,
is, and does.

I see her from afar.
She stands on
the sidewalk,
feeling the air,
aware of every
minor sensation
from the salivia
building at mouth
to her skirt
brushing her legs
as it blows
back and forth.

I stand next to her
on the sidewalk.
"We can both live
moment by moment"
She whispers.

I feel the wind
blowing my hair
across my eyes.

It is hard to think
I am not more than
a body
My mind if flawed
I think illogically


They smile at me
when I don't say
a word

What is inside this
figure?

You don't know
yet you smile.

It is hard to think
I am not more than
a body.

You held me so tight
and whispered
in my ear about my
beauty.
But never my mind

Am I simply a body
and a face?

It is hard to think
I am not more than
a body.