Novel & Cerita Short Poem About Myself

The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me. I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me. As I jot down a few lines about my situation, the poem takes shape, capturing the essence of my pain and confusion. It's a bittersweet creation, a reflection of the tangled web of emotions I find myself trapped in.

MASTERPIECE I'm not sure, What this is. But I write, Because it's to me, An escape, From reality. Believe in the stars, See yourself in the clouds. You're the most beautiful being, In your universe. You're the light, The one that overwhelms darkness. See yourself through the mirror, Of my eyes. You're the radiance, The stunningly extraordinary, The one often called ordinary. But you're different, Can you feel it?

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

"You're right, you're completely right. And I'm asking for something I probably don't deserve to ask for but I'm asking anyway because I'm being honest with you, and I'd rather be honest than pretend this doesn't matter." They sat in silence for a while. Rhona drank her coffee and tried to think clearly, which was hard because her brain felt like it was moving through water. "I can't be your backup plan," she said finally. "You're not." "But I am, though. I'm the girl you met while you were in a relationship, so by definition, I'm the backup plan." "That's not how I think about it." "Doesn't matter how you think about it. That's what it is,what if I am not able to control my feelings for you

You shaped their little world, With unending love and sacrifice. You are a lamp in the darkness, Showing the way with wisdom. Tirelessly, you keep going, Keeping the household blessed. When night falls and the world falls asleep, You're still awake, planning for tomorrow. Making everything look easy, Despite the heavy burden you bear alone. You are an unsung hero, In every second and breath. You are an invisible force, But always there, always real. In every verse that is spoken, We want you to know how much we love you.

"It makes me feel so little of myself, I hate myself and sometimes all I can do is think of putting myself out of this misery" "Then put yourself out, who is stopping you?"

I want to see the city and the fast pace life that it offers, I just want to live, and unfortunately that means leaving the pack grounds and more importantly my mother. “You will be fine honey you’re a powerful individual and people in high places have now seen the potential you hold” “Thanks mum, but I’ll miss you so much” I walk towards her and into her embrace, I’ll miss this. Miss our movie days, our nature walks, waking up to her making coffee and breakfast. But I’m about to turn 18 and go to college I need to become more independent if not for myself then my future mate, if I have one that is.

His voice was more of a vulnerable boy than a beast. “I can’t change who I am. I was born like this and I promise I didn’t ask to be born like this. I sometimes think that maybe that’s the reason my parents left me because they didn’t like who I am. But I swear if there was any way to change myself, I would’ve done it already.” Zadkiel sighed sadly. His heart was aching with all the pain he had endured.

that I am alive and kicking, safe and sound, and not numb enough to be a robot a lot of people expected me to be. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand," The world once saw a glimpse of me and it turned out to be disaster. "When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am," I am me. This is me. This is my reality. It is a war yet it is serene. I am a warrior who fights but I am not a shield everyone can use to be saved from the disaster.

I went first, blocking out everything as the words came to me; my poem was about my life and all the pain I'm going through. "I am fear and pain, I wonder if those are all I feel, I hear the voices in my head yelling, I see how those feelings eat us up inside, I want it all to end but that's just wishful thinking, I am fear and pain, I pretend that those feelings don't exist in me, I feel happiness once in a while, but the feelings ends before it even begins, I stare at a blank canvas, because that's what my life is empty, I worry that I will never get out of this hole I'm in, I cry everyday wishing it will all end. I am fear and pain. I recognize that life isn't fair. I believe it will impr