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Layla's Poetry

Post by Layla » 02/26/12

Possibilities

Deep
Deep drink I of the flavors
Of life, of thought of dream
Questions spin around answers
That seem just beyond fingertip's reach
The soul echos what the mind has forgotten
While we sit and struggle to answer
When the question has been forgotten
Here I sit
A blank canvas before me
And I'm afraid to mar it
Afraid that the vision I see in my mind
Will never bloom upon the canvas
Yet, if I do not start
It remains blank
An future of nothing
So I start
Maybe it won't be what I see in my head
But I will make it rich with color
And fill the blank
with dreams

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Post by Layla » 03/02/12

Hope

The song that trills in the heart
The sweeping feeling that fills you
Making you think all things are possible
It pushes back the rain clouds
So you may catch a glimmer of sun
It is watching the leaves fall
And finding joy in playing with them
It is the promise in winter
Spring will come again
Ah the gentle reminder
That there is always
Another chance
Another day
Another trial

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Post by Layla » 03/02/12

Darkness

I have seen you
I have slid down your pathways
Into the soft bottomless pit
One would think you land with a thud
On a rocky hard bottom
Yet not
Sometimes you don't even know you are falling
It is the bleeding wound
But no sharp pain
Only the dull roar we close our ears too
It is seduction that speaks
To our worst fears and vices
Some embrace you
Revel in you
Others fear to let you go
Because you make it comfortable to hold on
Your depths distort the outside
Warp the reality
To make you seem like a sanctuary
A safe harbor
Deception
It is so easy to lie to oneself
So much harder, and more painful to face the truth

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Post by Layla » 03/02/12

The Middle Road

Have you ever walked the Middle Road
Not easy to find
Never easy to navigate
It is the line
Between two paths
Both pulling at you
Both loud in their demands
For some it is as obvious
As the nose upon your face
Yet for others
They can never see it
It is not made of one thing
But pieces of the two paths
It juts under your feet
Leaving hidden and not ruts
Traps that you might twist an ankle on
The granite road to travel
From there you see the two paths
With eyes open
A distilled sight
Some sit and weep
On that middle road
For what is lost to either path
For one path cannot see the other
Only the edges of the middle road

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Re: Layla's Poetry

Post by Layla » 01/09/13

A monolog


Who am I? That's the essential question that is at the heart of all our seeking and thinking and dreaming. It is the pursuit of and the denial in everything that we say and do. Yes at times it is the denial of who we are that drives our actions.
It can be hard to face head on both your virtues and your flaws. We both want to believe in the best of ourselves and can't accept it is truly worthwhile at times. It is easier to look for the worst in others then really truly see your own. To accept what you are, who you are, means to accept something less then the ideal of perfection.
Yet .. who gets to decide what perfection is? Is it some hopelessly unobtainable standard that even those that seem to have it don't believe they do? Or is it in the utter balance of loving the true person that you are. Is it not in the obtaining, but the striving to be a better person? Not in the sense of obtaining the ideal what, but in working towards what you do?
Is that even the answer?
What we do to one another, at times makes me cry and at times makes me smile. Some lash out because they are in pain, some lash out because other's suffering brings them joy. Perhaps the joy is the relief in knowing they are not the only ones to suffer so.
The feeling of being alone, hollow, the fear of it, drives people do to do many things. Sometimes I wonder if everyone can learn to be happy with themselves would we stop causing each other pain? Could people learn to be so sure of who we are, that it doesn't matter who everyone else is. That we aren't threatened by who anyone else is. I'd like to think that if people gained the true unshakable belief in themselves there would be less pain and hate in the world.
Look for the joy, because there are beautiful things in the world. There are people who genuinely care, and want to help others. Who's joy is wrapped up in creating joy for others to experience, to share. These are the people that bless our lives. Yet no one should be ashamed if they can't do that. It is enough if you can find our own joy without harming the joy of anyone else.
To seek, I think that is part of it as well, because self truth is always changing always evolving into something new. Life is change, sometimes painful sometimes joyful, but always different. If we stop changing, exploring, learning we start dying a little inside. If we stop questioning, stop seeking answers, we become closed off to all the possibilities that life has to offer.
In the end, it all comes back to the essential question. The pinnacle of all our hopes and dreams and efforts that we wrap ourselves in.
Who
Am
I

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Re: Layla's Poetry

Post by Lyah » 01/18/13

Beautiful words, Layla. :)

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