small and significant

You may be a small part of this world, but you are not insignificant!

Month: November 2019

Free (poem)

Wind and rain,
Come and take me home.
Carry me away
And into the storm.
Because with wind in my hair,
Rain on my skin,
Lungs full of fresh air,
I can finally see
What it means
To be free.


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Prison (poem)

I see myself imprisoned,
I see myself in chains
While all this sadness, anger, pain
Is running through my veins.

I blame it on home, I blame it on school,
I blame it all on society
So I can say 'It's not my fault:
They're quenching individuality.'

But now I see,
That isn't true.
In the end it's always me,
Who is in control.

Living in this society,
With its rules and regulations,
Can often make you feel unfree.

And it will always be hard
To pluck up the courage
And follow your spark.

But it the end,
What it's all about,
Is that you find the courage 
To turn what you know around
And open your mind
To the freedom you have
To get rid of what's a plight
And choose what feels right.


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Mirrors (poem)

If only mirrors could show me 
Who I truly am inside,
If they could be the doors
Into my perfect, dream-world life,
I could just be myself 
And would never have to hide.

I would know where to go,
What path to take,
I would be sure 'bout what I do 
From the moment that I wake.

No chains could tie me down,
No expectations hold me back.
I would just go into the world
And be sure to make a change.

If only I wasn't so unsure,
If only there wasn't all this fear,
If it weren't for the pressure,
It'd be so much easier.

But I know: 
It wouldn't be my life
If it was easy
And it wouldn't be me
Without my share of misery.


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Imperfect (poem)

In moments when you think about the world
And say:
With all this anger, pain and haste,
How could I ever be happy living in this place?
Don't let the thought that the world will never be perfect
Make you think that life isn't worth it.
See the potential that lies in everything and everyone
And the power you have to change what is going wrong.
Do what you can
And let hope
And the wish to make the world a better place
Give you the strength to take on this challenge with grace
Be thankful for the beautiful sides of life,
For the ability to stand up for what matters
And for the people who help you thrive
You are not alone
With all the others who are already on your side
And the ones to whom you will become a guide
Potential can be turned into reality
And even when you come to the end of your little piece of infinity
What mattered to you will live on in the hearts of others
And that way, you'll do wonders


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My little flame (poem)

I want to light a flame inside of me
To bring joy to all who know me
To guide them through the hardest times
And grow from happy memories

I want to light a flame inside of me
To inspire all who know me
To give kindness, patience, open arms
And never judge or harm

But how can my little flame survive
in the midst of this frightening storm
When thrashing waves of ice cold water
Threaten to quench it and make cold what was warm?

When all this darkness comes to consume me
I open my eyes and see it clearly:
My little flame is not the only one
Others are always there to come
To give me hope, to give me love
And rekindle my flame when it has almost given up.

My little flame is not enough
To fix all that's broken
And make smooth all that's rough
But my little flame is not alone
And with our big, warm fire of love
The storm is only half as tough
And my flame will finally feel like it is doing enough.


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Do I still belong to you? (poem)

White waves crash onto water, rock and sand
Cold water splashes my legs, face and hand
You push me away
You pull me in
Wash my feet
And bury them in
You lie there, amazingly still, 
Carry me with delightful ease,
Then disturb the peace
And break into storm,
threatening to do me harm.
But as I open my eyes,
Terrible sights make me realise:
I am the one doing you harm.

Say, do I still belong to you?
Or am i just a creature without a home
All alone?
I feel that I have become a stranger,
Always putting you in danger
Say, do you feel that, too?
It seems like time has seperated you and me
Will you and me ever again become 'we'?

You glow in that delightful green
Everything is still and serene
I look up and see the leaves, far and near,
Hear the birds sing and walk on without fear
You protect and enchant me
I feel so at peace, so at ease
As if I was not alone, at home
But then I see, how could you ever love me?
I cause you harm, just by existing
Can't live without destruction
Or the goal of perfection
Is there more to you I am not allowed to see
Because I am human and will never ever be
A creature of the woods, able to simply be good?

Say, do I still belong to you?
Or am I just a creature without a home
All alone?
I feel that I have become a stranger
always putting you in danger
Say, do you feel that, too?
It seems like time has seperated you and me
Will you and me ever again become 'we'?

Please, let me make it right
Don't let me die, unfulfilled
With all this guilt
Knowing that I was just a human fool to you
And never had a clue
Of the secrets you are hiding,
the wonders I could have been finding
I want us to find our way back to you,
To choose harmony
Over doing harm for money


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