Mindset

Be Inspired by the Dreams you envisage
Only you can create your own limits
Embraced the struggle we are living;
For this is one life and one chance we are given

Life-Barrriers are only a test of character, with hope and sight into a bright future we will all pass with flying colours :-)

Death by Words

Im about to commit poetic suicide

Im gonna drive into a lake of words and die a creative death

The asphyxiation of liquid paraphrases entices me

Swamped by grammatical sea creatures;

I create a piece….

Under water….

I can’t breath….

I can’t see but I wrote a piece

The struggle resembles the erratic motion of a pen on paper; arms whaling against the resistance of the swamp

The struggles calms

My piece is complete

My creative lungs robbed of its oxygen supply; now filled with literature

My energy weakens and my body tires

The battle has ended…

Words have killed me.

Voices

My mum always said to me "you have a voice and you will be heard"; I stand by these words
 
I'm locked in society yet my words become my freedom
 
Living in a world where we're frowned upon for having an opinion
 
I will not falsify my prospects by following a system created by mindless conformists

Nor will I hamper my future by remaining inactive
 
See what we fail to realise is that justice is the injustice: 'the man' cannot be pleased without displeasing the people; we the people have been dumbed-down although we are living ‘it’
 
I will not stand for oppression and will forever fight the stereotypes in the hope of change

Don’t judge me or assume my motives...

 
The way I see it is; would I need a gun or a knife if I'm perfectly capable of ripping your heart out with the power of my mind?
 

I'm breaking the rules of adversity by opposing the assumptions of society that i will become a statistic.

Pursuing my need for democracy I will be heard!!!

Conscious Battle

I am a contradiction of the person I strive to become

I am a self hypocrite but my actions reflect my words

I am trustworthy yet unreliable

On the contrary to the above;

I am a self motivated self believer

I believe in me and my capability to become an icon

I am a living paradox

My sense of life direction has been smeared by complexes given to me by those I trusted

But I still maintain a high level of determination to beat the social stereotypes

Continue to doubt me as this drives me forward

We are people of many talents;

Yet I am still merely half the man I strive to become.

Lost...Somewhere

My mind is simple yet complicated, totally intoxicated with what seems to be a concoction of cognitive processes commonly known as thinking

Thinking about thinking about feelings relating to existing in this place I’m residing in: A place where only I can control my mental state without the risk of influence or interjection, its killing me.

My thoughts are controlled by my emotions

Thoughts and perspectives diluted by the element of life, the process of living and the realisation that the world is not concerned

I’m out here alone accompanied by myself...I converse with my conscience; we’re reasoning and toying with the idea of doing this unaided in order to avoid any foreign bodies that may take away or get rid of the originality of my pure judgment; I’m trying to figure this one out by myself without assistance.  A plan is made...made in the hope that one day my observation, principles and emotions will be at one

Events in my life have cause this enigma...I don’t know how to deal with these new experiences.

All I ask is that you understand my ignorance as, in this case as I understand yours

Although you may appreciate the basis of my feelings; the concept of my pain is understandably foreign to you.

Thoughts to Paper

My urge to write far exceeds my want to fight the feelings I contain within me.

These indescribable emotions frustrate me beyond no end but admittedly give me more to write about.

The thing is; writing gives me the opportunity to express my thoughts, feelings and views in the most raw form.

My aim is to create a piece designed to enable you to understand my understanding

But there isn’t enough words in the world that allow one to completely comprehend the contents of one’s being

So in deep thought I lay in darkness; allowing nothing other than words to disturb me

Ink flowing from my heart through my veins via a biro bleeding on a blank canvas with lines on it

As this canvas becomes immersed with emotion in the common form of blue pigment, my eyes brighten up; the sudden recognition of what being a poet consists of excites me

My poems explain me; so read on....

Writing/Reading

I awoke; not knowing the contents of my soul

So I flicked through the glossary of my imagination and decided that I'll read the first chapter of writing and reading my own poetry

Chapter by chapter I thought of and dismissed many ideas until I decided that I'll be happy; what I wanted was to be happy

So, as the story continued I was continuously interrupted by my thoughts; thoughts relating to happiness.
I put a bookmark in the book that I was writing that i was reading and allowed myself to think

Heres the joke; I thought I knew what would bring me happiness but then I realised that writing this book that I was reading was actually my personalised manual to happiness.....and I wrote it

My poetry was indeed my happiness

I vowed to entrust in my words and with that, happiness would soon come

So I came to the conclusion that I'd write, read and edit my "Book of Happiness" in order to suit me

It's essential that we all write, read, write and read the "Book of Happiness".

Discover what makes you happy and be happy with your discovery

By the way- the "Book of Happiness" isn't actually a book...its errr...its actually about the message in the poem....Create your own happiness