Tag: poem

Uniform

lizaaitken

I’ve never really worn a uniform,

at least not the way I should.

I always made it different,

but not like a good girl should.

You see uniforms are not for me,

I don’t want to be like the rest.

I won’t be put up for inspection

and I’d never pass the test.

Don’t include me in the masses.

as I like to be one of a kind.

I won’t conform if I don’t agree,

this can happen at any time.

It’s not that I’m fighting order,

as I understand why it’s there.

It’s not that I’m obstructive

and it isn’t that I just don’t care.

It’s just I’m a little different you see,

I don’t want to be like you.

If my daily outfit speaks out for me,

it’s something I should choose.

I won’t go out with a uniform on,

as that would never suit me.

I’ll make my own statement for now

and be who I want to be.

~

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Imaginings 

lizaaitken

Tell me if somethings imaginary,

is it just because we can’t see.

Why does it spring out of nowhere,

how does it really come to be.

If it’s an image that’s not really true,

how do we create it in our mind.

Crazy when you start to think about it,

it’s not there yet we somehow find.

Is imagination just an excuse for us,

to explain things others can’t see.

And is it really that unbelievable,

or is my mind only clear to me.

I wonder if life is just in our heads,

and everything we see is just fake.

The life we’re living a big pretence,

and our believing just a mistake.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

 

The way our stories are told

lizaaitken

We all present ourselves differently,

externalising ourselves to the world.

What we show on the outside of self,

is the way that our stories are told.

The messages we give in our silence,

as we dance or crawl through time.

They portray how we are truly feeling,

deep sadness or feeling just fine.

Sometimes we present ourselves loudly,

as brassy and so incredibly bold.

Remember that is just on the surface,

it’s the way that our stories are told.

As such noise can often distract us,

put a glare right in front of what’s real.

Protecting a vulnerable heart inside,

of our fear that somebody might steal.

These bodies are really just vehicles,

as we arrive here we enter the mould.

We are here to experience the physical,

in that way that our stories are told.

But the truth is really way deep inside,

beyond anything the external might sell.

Way deep in the hearts of our beings,

it’s from there the true stories we tell. 

~

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My Magic

lizaaitken

So if I buff this dusty lamp,

will the magic work for me.

Will it bring me happiness,

a house with a money tree.

Could I be a brilliant writer,

of philosophy and the like.

Will buffing this piece of metal,

really make all things right.

Or I should work on the inside,

cleanse the soul so to speak.

Polishing up those scratches,

no room for blurry streaks.

And then would it be magic,

is magic just a good deed.

I’m excited by the prospect,

now I’ve planted that seed.

Magic is what you make it,

and magic is kindness to me.

Humility and understanding,

not only the things I can see.

These qualities magnificent,

they brighten up any day.

Once you’ve given magic out,

it won’t dull or go away

~

Buff

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Power Shower

lizaaitken

So I took a powerful shower,

let the water spray on me.

Closed my eyes as it poured,

wondered what I would see.

I felt it run across my skin,

poured right down inside.

There wasn’t any part of me,

that the water didn’t ride.

I felt the waters energy,

as it gently cleansed my soul.

Surged right throughout me,

pulling me back whole.

It soothed a raging fire,

ran throughout my earth.

Settled down any excess air,

I’m again as I was at birth

And as I dried myself again,

stepping from the shower.

I knew that I had filled myself,

restored all my inner power.

~

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Detonate

lizaaitken

I know I’m about to detonate,

I’m wound up so tight inside,

a roller coaster of emotions,

I’m trying so hard just to hide.

The flames ignited deep inside,

the fires growing so bright,

I know I have to speak my truth,

but when the time is just right.

I’ve found my fire, harnessed it,

I am keeping it under control.

It’s growing every moment now,

just like the flower, I unfold.

The deepest rose, as red as blood,

opens to the beats of my heart,

holding back on the explosion,

I’m not sure of when to start.

But I must speak, must let it go,

as on every moment I hang.

until the time I whisper to you,

words that come with a BANG

~

Detonate

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Finding Beauty

lizaaitken

I’m not keen on my double chin,

so I hold it way up high.

And that my waistlines spreading,

gives me sleepless nights.

I’m a little too preoccupied today,

with what is thought of me.

I know that if the truth is known,

you don’t see what I see.

We are so involved with ourselves,

that we have our blinkers on.

That reflection of us in the mirror,

well it really has it wrong.

The truth of how we really look,

is inside and tucked away.

Love stored in our heart and soul,

and what we give away.

The beauty that we look for here,

shallow and not true.

The essence of your beautiful soul,

is held inside of you.

~

Written after a messenger chat with a fellow blogger, thanks my beautiful friend, your words inspired me xx

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Radiating Love

lizaaitken

Radiating love outside,

creates it somewhere new,

love is like boomerang,

it comes right back to you.

To radiate our loveliness,

it brightens up all things,

puts rainbows in the sky,

encourages birds to sing.

Love can only grow you see,

when we give it out,

know that it will multiply,

there’s no room for doubt.

Don’t know if your radiating,

it’s easy can’t you see,

thoughts of love reaching out,

like branches on a tree.

Our energy so much bigger,

when we are pure and true. 

Believe me what you’re giving,

comes right back to you.

~

Radiate

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Angel Feather

lizaaitken

It was an angel left the feather,
right before me on the beach.
I spotted the brightest glimmer,
just slightly out of my reach.
I wondered if it was meant for me,
so I hopefully looked around.
The beach was quite deserted,
there was nobody to be found.
Pondering what the feather meant,
as a message sent to me.
Dropped before me on the beach,
where nobody else could see.
I made a silent wish right there,
and I thanked the universe.
Picked the feather up gently,
quickly tucked it in my purse.

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