The opinions you have of others make you who you become after they are not there with you ...

Silent seeds scattered to the four winds

Black waters

You can never see a monster But you can create one inside you and some times you will let it see through your eyes while it becomes one with You

Black flame

Let people hate you while you enjoy being yourself and another day they will remember you as the one that enjoys being free and who knows the thought of you might make them smile although they will keep being who they need to be?

Cloudy sky

Even when you think back...

Your thoughts can carry you away
But your inner core will remain untouched

Inside your rib cage

You don't need to remember who you are Not even 
know what will happen to you with the passage of time
but remember who you were when you started storing not 
forming memories You are that - Open your eyes
create memories that you will never have to recall
because those memories are an extension of yourself
stay in touch with yourself don't become what your 
understanding of knowledge means to others You are
not the sum of your memories if while creating memories
you always tried to be true to yourself







Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-12 at 16:02

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Brilliantly written life lessons from someone who is an astute observer and processor of life's attitudes.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
But who are you, apart from pasted-together memories?

I think these seeds need to be planted and ponder upon until the sprout with the proper understanding. Very deep thoughts.