The Art of Self Help

everything on here is my own unless otherwise stated :))

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"And soon flowers will bloom from the cracks you left in my heart"

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"Even when you don't want me, I still want you"

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"Your body remembers what to do even when your mind cannot"

- myself :)

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In the dark A shadow fell Hauntingly impossible A blood trail His blood trail It dripped from the wall And down the curtains Not red blood For his veins were black Eeched with sorrow With hate and greed His footsteps made no sound A ghost trapped in a house of his mind For your thoughts become your reality Are they a prison, u their captor?

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Your life is yours, it is your one and only life and when you recognise that and grasp the one chance you have been given to be alive and live that is when you truly become what you were meant to be it's when you truly unlock your innerbeing and live life to its fullest

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The bubble of light

What if life was just a circle If there was a place where the beginning and the end could meet Like the ocean caressing the sand If the end was in love with the beginning, And if the beginning was in love with the end Would our thoughts still linger on death then? Would we still search for the long gone memories of childhood? Then could we be more at peace? Or would we tirelessly search for the place our body's longed for? Turning into a empty vessel, Hollow inside But then when finding the place of desire, We would allow ourself to fill up with the love we had found Every other emotion used then left, Lost behind on the journey to happiness Letting the love and happiness for ourselves take over and radiate off us spreading to others and encasing them in our bubble of light Shedding the empty vessel, Dancing off along a road of yellow bricks, Certain the the meaning of life was now to simply feel life to its fullest

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The tale of the scared soul

Her hair floated around her, like the freedom she wished to have The current pulled at her, wanting to take her away to unfililar places She breathed out bubbles, that had once been confined in her lungs Watching as they escaped her mouth and rose to the surface She longed to grab onto the hand which was forien to her To hold it in her palm To follow it around the globe To go wherever it lead She wished to go without fear of the unknown, but instead to crave it To find solace in it Hoping that one day she would have the bravery to do as she wished, to chase after her passions and wildest dreams But she let the fear control her, so the day never came no matter how much she aged

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Perfection

Many people follow this belief called perfection But what is perfection really To many it is not a honest, happy reality Perfection is a misinterpreted word The reality is that everything is perfect Who makes the rules and limits that perfection can reach? You You do So set no limits Let there be no boundaries Let others misguided belief of the word not be your own The footprints already walked are not those you must follow Create and shape your own future If you are always planing and waiting on your future then you are never going to be living in it You can't wait for something that is already here Your future is now and the footprints you make are your own

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Waterfall vapor in my mind Hiding all thoughts that must be hidden Building a wall of misty smoke Rising high concoring all Video after video on repete flashing behind my closed eyes Wishing to go back to the memories where in the moment I didn't cherish enough Hoping for a re do A second chance Holding regret close as the illusions dance around Time meaning nothing when the vivid illistrations flow.

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Music

At the very bottom of our souls, never letting go. Music entwined, holding on with all its might. Tune constantly changing but always keeping beat with us, for it is a part of all, that comes from deep within. It's the way the river moves. It's every breath we take. It's the clouds tears. It's even the deepest parts of the ocean. It's more than the ovious, so much more. It is a part of all things bearing life weather we are concious of its presence or not. It comes in the form of many, constantly adapting to it's keeper. Nails dug so deep into us that we can no longer tell where it's nails end and where our flesh starts. Becoming invisible bone and blood that floats through the air and has connections to all.

#poetry #music #poetryaboutmusic

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The forest of light

A forest of light in our reach. With all of life beauty inside. Waiting for us to touch and find. And you see that forest of light is right in front of us, it's just invisible to the untrained eye. It's where all of life's wonders live. It's like putting on glasses when u have bad vision. Without glasses everything is hazy and u can't see stuff clearly. That is the forest of sorrow. The other, the forest of light, is when the glasses are on and everything is clear and u never have to guess what u are looking at. You must snap out of the forest of sorrow and transfer to the forest of light. It's like a parallel universe that only some discover. Identical to our own except with meaning and light which replaces the sorrow and darkness.

I also wrote this at 12am so it's not very good and I haven't edited it yet.

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Underwater struggling to find the light, limbs moving searching for something more something to hold on to. Something to hold u up when all u want to do is stay under the water. Find a way see that light. Sease the one chance u have to be alive, take it and hold onto it like there is no tomorrow because tomorrow is never certain. Breathe put your head above the surface and breathe and take the chance that it will get better take that chance because chances are all u have left.

This is just a draft btw it's something I wrote at 12am so it's both raw and unedited :)

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The guardian of the river

She was a river, one of life. Her soul carried all the memories, both light and dark, of those that have lived. She carries your memories, every one a burden for her. For she shall never be able to create her own, forever stuck with your used and now discarded ones. For her they cause everlasting pain, forever trapped. Each memory alike yet different. The same yet unique to every individual. Each one tied to emotions. Both of which she must guard at a cost of happiness, a high price to pay. For she was once human, just like us. the only difference being that she sacraficed herself for the greater good, to be the keeper of all memories. The guardian of the river drowning in her masters sorrows.

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Happiness

People always ask me how to be happy. I mean like how can you be happy in a world full of hate and greed. You see us humans always want more, we are greedy. We want what we don't have, we are never satisfied with what we currently have and instead consume and want. For most of us our veins run black with the greed we let control us. The want for more, the latest iPhone or more money or another outfit that we will wear once and then discard. And worst of all we want to be happy but don't realize that happiness can't be bought. For many will think that it can be and will go their whole lives believing this. Consuming and wanting more will not make us happy, not pure true happiness, never. But when in fact happiness is quite the opposite. Happiness is being content and grateful with what we already have and appreciating the littler things in life. Accept yourself for u and be grateful for what u already have and you will achieve happiness. And always remember that happiness doesn't come over night it takes time, be patient and know that baby steps are key ;))

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Our ability to go deeper than deep, into the bottomless pit of nothing. But the nothingness is just the illusion, it's to keep the weak away to scare them. The truth is that the pit is filled with meaning, the jumbled words only meant for your eyes. For u to turn into your own. To shape. To mold. Into something that's yours

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The Deep Tunnel

It's like your falling but also not. It's like the rabbit hole in witch Alice falls down but except u sorta know what to expect but it's still a surprise every time u take the trip, new thing appear, new realizations. U just keep getting deeper and deeper and more things rush around you. All ideas and words, jumbled but waiting for u to un jumble them. That's why they are there, for u to unscramble the meaning, to make a new realization. And the deeper the hole gets the deeper the words get, the more meaning full they become until the words you speak are also the emotions that can't speak. They are one. The emotions become the words and the words become the emotions and feelings. And to some u may sound like u are speaking gibberish but to others that is the language they understand most

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She was a rose, one that bloomed in the night, like a rebirth night after night, every time slightly different, having grown and learnt from her mistakes. At first her goal was to grow as high as she could to see over the wall because she thought that that's where lifes’ beauty would be. And she got to the top of the wall. But it made her realize, getting to the top of the wall was never what she really wanted. She was happy and content wherever on the wall she was because life's beauty is right under your nose and that to only open your eyes would be to see it.