Thursday, May 25, 2006
I see my friends 'sufferings' for the distorted & perceptive idea of beauty or living in 'denial' in the giant bubble they created to protect themselves. They said love yourself first, before others can love you. I saw today a beautiful gal trying to attain the perfect image in her mind, in the meanwhile losing lots of weight, tempers. and tears. Then i realised how self esteem can be so important yet so vulnerable. And when i know the only reason that she started losing weight is cos her ex-boyfriend told her she is FAT.(she is NOT!) I am so glad its EX-bf now!!! I mean we girls have enough insecurities of OUR own, and the last thing we need is to have our confidence bashed by the one we loved. When another friend use the word "numb" and "confuse" in the same breathe as she described her problem to me, i felt trapped like her too. Its as if bad situation is contagious.
Poem:I see
My eyes have been stolen
My courage failed
My spirit has broken
I have not a scratch on me
The dust of my mind is caked on in layers
My joints creak with the feel of age beyond their years
My compass is lost
Every blowing gust pushes me, yanks me
I am a leaf turned by the seasons, tumbling free without foundation
I see the weather I want
The horizon is calling to me from all directions
I am surrounded by reel
All the real has been buried
Unseeing eyes are blinded by light they create
I am edited
I am unfinished
Tearing whispers entice me
I am deaf, yet hear answers I should know
The shadows hide my absolution
I am cycle and pattern
I am defeat before the fight
I am inevitable
I am pliable
I am the product of creation
The workshop lights are still on
I am the hearth
The fire warms the core
The eyes are returned
Arbitrary impulses and colors bombard me
I grasp at nothing
And see everything in my hands
To my friends
Our treasure tends to be a tribute to ourselves
But what treasure do you really want on your shelves?
Gold? Silver? Diamonds? Jewels?
Personally, I say thats the treasure of fools
No heres my treasure, my family, my friends
Such things go without ends,
You can't just label friends, like a tag on a collar
True friendships have no value of the dollar
But the dollar won't be there when your friends still are
Your friends are there for you infinetly far
Friends, Love, those are your real treasures
If you look for em
Problem is, in exchange for pleasure
We tend to ignore em
So rember this
Don't let yourself miss
Those treasures life is offerin
For when I die,I tell you I Would perfer friends to gold round my coffin
All above poems by THE Mystic
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