October 3, 2009
By athenabrittany BRONZE, Maxie, Virginia
athenabrittany BRONZE, Maxie, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
♥I Am Me, In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because i alone choose it--I own everything about me my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself--I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears--I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes because i own all of me, i can become intimately acquainted with me--by doing so i can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts--I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know--but as long as i am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me-- however i look and sound, whatever i say and do, and whatever i think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me--if later some parts of how i looked, sounded, though, and felt turned out to unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded--i can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do--I have the tools to survive,to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense, and order out of the world of people and things outside of me--I own me, and therefore i can engineer me. I Am Me and I Am Okay.♥

A bird trapped in,
a deep, twisting, spriraled, cage.
Angry, but yet happy.
hurts deeply.
Both come in and left.
Despair is all that is held.
Angry for that you've done this,
made me this way,
you are the cause.
Spiraling andd agonizing stages,
life should not be allowed to continue.
Many bright, shimmering doors,
just enough light.
Always have to turn to.
With no one,
much to deal with.
Times of crisis.
Just hold my heart,
not damage it anymore.
Not going to leave.
ment to be kept,
never followed.
Always forgiven.
Always be here,
no matter what.
decieving life.
Only concern,
Where are you?
When all life has gone,
cant handle anymore.
Where are you?
Who is always there?
Have nothing,
Pitiful and meaningless words
"I'm Sorry"
Is that supposed,
to make things better,
everything suddenly alright?,
It doesnt do anything.
Feel disrespected,
Uncared for,
Farthest from your thoughts,
All worries,
Are temporarily forgotten.
Destroyed feelings,
always come back.
No matter,
how unwanted.
Angry and saddened feelings,
never settle.
Torn Apart.
Souless body,
never able to do,
anyhting to help.
Always losing.
Short, deprived life.
Creativity and happiness,
quickly goes away.
Love and encouragement.
Deny this,
to any living thing,
and it surely but slowly,
starts to wilt away.
Small and very delicate!
Slowly died!
Lost all,
that it once had.
Been forgotten.
Lost all within.
Everyone elses emotions,
to deal with.
Not things,
To be messed with

The author's comments:
This poem like many of my others is inspred by personal experiences within my creative writing rant.

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