today is the day
i’m finally free
of that jerk who
only thinks of himself
who does everything
he can to make
everyone else miserable
who hasn’t done anything
nice for anyone ever
who is incapable of
being kind in any way
who wears a phony persona
only when it benefits him
who made my life
so difficult
but not any more
Love yourself
Love yourself deeply
Give sincerely heart and soul
The fruits will be sweet
Believe
From dawn to twilight
A role I play
With the coming of night
I leave the day
For in the moon’s soft glow
I awaken in dream
True to my soul, I’m all I believe
Soaring high, the dragon flies
She finds in hope
She can touch the sky
I wonder who am I,
For what I’m here,
What is sake of my life,
For what I’m taking this time,
I work for my,
Wherever I’m there,
I’m here to thrive,
Away from luxury & lime,
People may think me a loser,
Because I can’t please them,
I work for my choice,
Who cares for such people,
I’m made winner,
Because my work is not same,
By doing that I always rejoice,
Loving to do it ample,
Who am I?
I’m a champion,
A champion of myself,
Who lives always selfless.
Once there was me
and then there was not
So many years searching
wondering where I was
Things ignored and wasted
too many to count
Opportunities lost
hope forsaken
But the day came
when it all changed
I realized my worth
I’d never go back again
seeking to amass only the rare
one-of-a-kind, museum-worthy
as in “better homes than yours”
shunning the average stuff
dreading the label “ordinary”
defining one’s self-esteem
a lifetime of chasing the latest
purely deserving admiration
worries over what others say
self-imposed no mercy mission
endless ennui with le dernier cri
don’t you see it matters not to me
You know the type
She wears her heart
On her sleeve
Feigning enjoyment
As she assumes
The interests
And activities
Of the man
Of the moment
She falls in love
Too fast
Too impulsively
Seeming astounded
When she is ghosted
Or betrayed
By the guys
Who ditch
Once again
She remains
The queen
Of diminished self-esteem
And foolish yearnings
Disappointment lingers
As her middle name
Depression her
Pervasive wardrobe
To relieve her discontent
She writes
A guest column
About her
Love life
For the LA Times
Astounding herself
By its reception
She gets
Multiple hits
On the web
She will
Never learn
However
Doomed to repeat
The errors of
Her ways
She remains
That girl