It is weird
but I can actually be listening to the lyrics in a song
but I can actually be listening to the lyrics in a song
and suddenly
think of a new poem in
my head
it is like
the music inspires
me
I do not need to borrow ideas from other people
I can think of
my own
I should start writing my own songs
Everyone feels insecure
And some people feel sorry for themselves and let their insecurites eat away at them
And some people feel sorry for themselves and let their insecurites eat away at them
And some
people take their
insecurities and their
pain
And turn it
into music, or poetry, or
art
You can take a
not so beautiful situation or
problem
And actually
turn it into something
beautiful and inspiring
Writing is medicine
A poem is a way to speak
when no one listens
Art is a way to add beauty to life
Creativity is how I express myself
I do not understand people who dislike reading, writing, poetry and
being creative. I understand if people do not find interest in
those things, but i do not get people who think being creative or
skilled at something is weird or stupid
You either think for yourself or you
don't
You either remain average, or you find ways to make yourself stand out
You either have things to help you deal with your pain, or you stay miserable, and make everyone around you miserable
You either use your brain, or you let it sit in your head, unused
You either have passion, or you don't
You either create something or you break something
You either waste your day, or you make your day useful
You either complain about your life, or you do something to make it better
You are or you are not
You do or you don't
There's no in between
You either remain average, or you find ways to make yourself stand out
You either have things to help you deal with your pain, or you stay miserable, and make everyone around you miserable
You either use your brain, or you let it sit in your head, unused
You either have passion, or you don't
You either create something or you break something
You either waste your day, or you make your day useful
You either complain about your life, or you do something to make it better
You are or you are not
You do or you don't
There's no in between
The Beauty
of Creativity
The more you keep hidden
The more intriguing you appear
The less you say
The more people can wonder
The more people wonder
The more interesting you become
The more you think for yourself
The more accomplished you feel
The more you create
The more talented you become
The more talented you become
The more special you are
And in a world full of people
Only the special people stand out
There is something about them
In a dark room, they light it up
With their beauty
Not just physically
But an inner beauty inside
They shine brighter
Than others
It's not fake, it is real
Being real in a world full of copies
Is something to be proud of
If they shun you for being different
Or ignore the beauty in your soul
Then they are not looking hard enough
At the person beneath the surface
We all have a light in us
Some burn brighter than others
We all have fear and pain in us
Some let it eat away at them
The special ones
Take their fear and pain
And make it into something
beautiful and unforgettable
I've always believed being different, unique and individual is a good thing, I have always been very independent, and because I do things a certain way, and have my own interests and ways of thinking, it is hard for me to lower my standards or change who I am, just so that I can easily fit in or blend in with other people, many people go through life unnoticed. Sometimes, I don't mind being ignored, because I do get ignored lots of times, one of the many problems of being quiet, shy and having social anxiety, and problems relating to people, but it doesn't mean I want to be invisible. Everyone wants to be heard, even if they never say much
The more you keep hidden
The more intriguing you appear
The less you say
The more people can wonder
The more people wonder
The more interesting you become
The more you think for yourself
The more accomplished you feel
The more you create
The more talented you become
The more talented you become
The more special you are
And in a world full of people
Only the special people stand out
There is something about them
In a dark room, they light it up
With their beauty
Not just physically
But an inner beauty inside
They shine brighter
Than others
It's not fake, it is real
Being real in a world full of copies
Is something to be proud of
If they shun you for being different
Or ignore the beauty in your soul
Then they are not looking hard enough
At the person beneath the surface
We all have a light in us
Some burn brighter than others
We all have fear and pain in us
Some let it eat away at them
The special ones
Take their fear and pain
And make it into something
beautiful and unforgettable
I've always believed being different, unique and individual is a good thing, I have always been very independent, and because I do things a certain way, and have my own interests and ways of thinking, it is hard for me to lower my standards or change who I am, just so that I can easily fit in or blend in with other people, many people go through life unnoticed. Sometimes, I don't mind being ignored, because I do get ignored lots of times, one of the many problems of being quiet, shy and having social anxiety, and problems relating to people, but it doesn't mean I want to be invisible. Everyone wants to be heard, even if they never say much
Comfort
The sounds in my head
Wake me up
I see beautiful colors
Dancing in my mind
I pick up my pen
I create
I must write
It's not a hobby
It's a way of life
You think its weird?
I don't care
Words won't turn on me
Like people and other things
Music won't abandon me
Like friends who wore masks
Art won't hurt me
Like people with fake smiles
Poetry won't make me hate myself
Like some people do
The sounds in my head
Wake me up
I see beautiful colors
Dancing in my mind
I pick up my pen
I create
I must write
It's not a hobby
It's a way of life
You think its weird?
I don't care
Words won't turn on me
Like people and other things
Music won't abandon me
Like friends who wore masks
Art won't hurt me
Like people with fake smiles
Poetry won't make me hate myself
Like some people do
Music is my closest friend
Poetry is my love
Words are my strength
Writing is a release
To rhyme is to unwind
Art is my second closest friend
Creating things
In this chaotic world
Gives me a reason to stay here
If I didn't have these escapes
I probably still wouldn't be here
I would have jumped along time ago
But I am still here
Because I still have hope
For a better tomorrow
Poetry is my love
Words are my strength
Writing is a release
To rhyme is to unwind
Art is my second closest friend
Creating things
In this chaotic world
Gives me a reason to stay here
If I didn't have these escapes
I probably still wouldn't be here
I would have jumped along time ago
But I am still here
Because I still have hope
For a better tomorrow
