Unknown

I'm a simple stranger to this world
Fresh grass dies once I penetrate it with my soul
so I walk on the sidewalks behind humanity
I stride with my song going unheard, and Unknown
because I'm just a simple stranger to this world
and Fresh grass dies once I penetrate it with my soul

Words with no meaning

I've thought about writing a poem today
because it's been a while since I've blogged . .
but that is pure ignorance on my behalf
Because there is nothing poem worthy on my mind
and I can't just pull a poem out of the sky
because there would be no meaning to it . .
I would be like Fitzgerald . . a desperate artist in need of money
(F. Scott Fitzgerald was a magnificent author don't get me wrong)
but I don't do this to feed my pockets . .if I did they would have died of hunger
I write to relieve my heart of many tensions. . that is all .. farewell [:









"Wise men speak because they have something to say;
fools because they have to say something"
--Plato

YOU KNOW WHAT !

I'm pretty !
I may not be the prettiest girl in the world !
or even at school ! But I won't put up with this any longer !
for so long I have looked in the mirror pointing out every flaw on my body !
I'm done with hating myself ! and hating the way I look . .which ties into myself !
this has been going on for too long ! and it's starting to get out of hand !
who antagonizes themselves !? as if I don't have enough mental problems I have to add in insecurity!? and I just realized I'm getting mad at myself for getting mad at myself ! . .man . SCREW THAT ! I'm a child of God ! and if I was made in his image then I'm freaking . .BEAUTIFUL !and awesome and smart and sane ! and this includes my feet !>:o (lawb) and if anybody disagree's with me then it's okay they are entitled to their own opinion . . but as for me . .I refuse to walk with my head down any longer.
<3 JazzyBel Sagacity

ps: Sorry this isn't a poem

The Woman in Red

She walked in the room, introduced herself as Satan
shook my hand and we began to hold conversation as if everything was okay
she was beautiful from head to toe and I was overtaken with envy
I told her I wanted to be like her and she said I could
I smiled as she took me to a room in the back of the building
and she began to speak words I have never even thought of speaking
I then started to feel weak,and in pain, as shackles were forming around my ankles
I doubted everything, everyone, even the feelings I was having
I looked at her and I seen that this woman was who I looked up to
who I wanted to become, yet she antagonized my flesh by the years, though it had only been an hour
I dropped to my knees and except what I've done, thinking nobody will except me now
I was comfortable in my skin why would I have thought somebody else's would make me happier?
I have walked away from the only man that would except me no matter what I do, yet I knew this was the ultimate sin
I began to be superimposed with chains thatattacthed me to the womans grip
I didn't understand how beautiful I was before and I wanted so badly to be free from my torture
but I felt as if I tried to run back he wouldn't except me and my burnt flesh from the metal of this curse
and she took me to her home. and she became stunning . .while I was dishonorable

The Mirror

For days I kept thinking about her . .
the emotions in her face . . filled with life
yet the rays that framed her soul grew dim
how, for the first time. .in a long time . .
I wanted to embrace her sadness and feel what
she had felt . . .
I longed for tears to flow down my face though
I knew it wouldn't feel well . .
This beautiful being in front of my eyes
the despair in her voice . . .
how I wanted to make her feel better
looking at her made me realize a lot about myself
and how BADLY I wanted to change
since then I've been hating me . .
and the numbness my heart tended to grow
I am yearning for affection . . within myself
yet the more I despise, the less I feel
and soon it will all to fade to black
and I will still not be able to help her