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Resist

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Resist the urge to be mean

to yourself. Love yourself.

Be yourself. Tell those voices

to be nice, and don’t think

twice about silencing sounds,

words, or comments that bring

you down. You are amazing.

You are great. You are different.

You are meant to be special.

You are all the world needs.

Resist the urge to be the same.

You are rare. Uniqueness must

remain. Feel alive and well.

You still have stories to tell.

Don’t give in to bad thoughts.

Resist. Time can’t be bought.

Being yourself can’t be taught.

In My Eyes

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In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
of light. To my surprise,
I have realized life
is a movie played from
a projector in the sky.
In my eyes, I have seen
highs – lows. Anything
goes when no one knows
the difference between
the weed and the rose
or the heat and the cold.
Like a bank, my brain
stores large amounts
of memories that can
bounce or go blank
from time to time.
In my eyes, life unfolds
and ignites a light
that burns through
the night. In my eyes,
I see you as you should
be seen: a special fire
that will always rise.


You

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You are special.
You are here.
You are sincere.
I know you are.
You are you
and you do
what you do.
You are different
from your friends.
You are someone
who doesn’t pretend.
You are loved.
You are love. You
are here to read this.
You are you: the best
you I ever knew.
You are the light
fighting the darkness.
You are you doing
what you do
and I hope I can
be like you, too.

Circa 95′

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Where were you in 95’?
Were you even alive?
I was born on May 28:
To me, it’s a special date.
I didn’t know much
as I was out of touch.
95’ was a good year
because I didn’t feel fear.
Now 24, I open up doors
to places without floors.
The falls are bottomless;
they don’t hurt, I promise.
I’ve learned how to live
a life that I gladly give.
95’ is my year of birth:
my first day on earth.
I have been blessed
to be put to life’s test.
I don’t remember 95’,
but I can rewind time.

I remember being 5
and how the sun shined.
I remember being 10
and the places I’ve been.
I remember being 15
with a spirit so clean.
I remember being 20,
working to earn money.
Now 24, I just want more.
I want what I didn’t have.
Now 24, I can now laugh
at what held me back.
I am blessed to be here,
to see a year reappear.
95’, a year I think about
brings me zero doubt.
Now 24, I feel alive –
Thanks to the year: 95’.

Flights into the Abyss

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When I take flight,
I start to feel alright.
Flying high is scary
When I lose sight
of the light
as day turns night.
It’s frightening
not knowing
where you’re going,
whether or not
the weather is showing:
Whether or not
the wind is blowing:
Whether or not
the waters are flowing.
Flying away today,
I take off
into the abyss.
I am the only one
with a ticket.
I fly away
to a place most miss
to show others
why we should risk it.
I wave goodbye
as I enter the sky.
I fly one last time
as day turns night.