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A poem written on my inner thoughts about my crippling fear of failure. I’m scared of trying Because I’m scared I fall I’m scared I do all the work- Just for it to mean nothing at all I worry that I’m not doing as much as I can But I swear I can’t help it Im too scared of what will be said about me If they see I am just as I am And there’s nothing too special about that I crave the validation I crave the applause I live for the desperation And envy of others when they too must climb This hustle ladder That will kill someone if they fall But most of all I crave the pride in my father’s eyes more More than I crave the air that I breathe The way he has only ever looked at my siblings That glow That sparkle Because they perform top of their class Every time Without fail And spend all day at their books Aiming for the stars All I ever get Is the same tired look The dim light of boredom The eyes that see through me As if calling on a phantom Rather than my person And always asking me How I feel about my work And even if I am satisfied He never will be Because I will never be her Even when she failed she got praise For failing gracefully As opposed to I Who fails, according to him, Loudly With a crashing and burning Of the world around me As my lows are never allowed to be my own But must always be broadcasted To his members So they can all learn from my mistakes I see the way they snicker behind cupped palms I hear the whispers The moment I enter or exit a room I always see the prying eyes To see if I’m going to crack I get the prodding fingers Of questions I wish I could fail loudly Screaming in delight And sigh in relief When my shackles are cut from me To fail with a crashing and burning Ugly and in a blaze of fury Taking the whole world in flames up with me And watching the embers fall From the sky above me The tears of heaven That fall with me as I weep The only eyes present mine and the hosts To fail before an audience Whom meet from a place of understanding Rather than cruel judgement Contempt and mockery I want the freedom to fall And to be okay with it And not feel the need to explain Why or how I fell And why I feel this twisted joy At the hope of something giving And getting better The feeling of being able To control one shard of life Is what keeps the blood in my veins Pumping I want to fail in private Without being made a spectacle I want to fail And not hate myself Or my abilities I wish to fail And to not have his whole Congregation find out And have all of the pursed lips And dull eyes Ask me why she was always better I want to be allowed to be me And not compared to her Or to them Or to him I want to be allowed to be satisfied Instead of exhausting myself And whittling myself down to the bone Every day indefinitely Until I reach the so called perfect The golden era Of my so called Academic success

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100083645237277 She turned to me and said, "your aura, all rainbows and sunshine, it draws me in", that it calls to her. But lo and behold, the storms that were brewing within. And she looked me in the eyes, as if staring deep into my soul. Her eyes shone so bright they seemed to be reflecting what only she saw in me. They became a beckoning light of endless possibilities. And oh how the sun also shined as if affirming the light that I failed to see in myself. The look lasted only seconds but it seemed to have gone on for an eternity. A fire burning that will never end. Somehow the memory of it all was lost and yet deeply engraved in my mind. How pure the intentions. How sweet the love that could have been. But she looked to our feet and with a smile said "you smell nice, you always smell good." And for a moment she reached to touch me. Touch my hair. Touch my shoulder, or touch my heart but we were miles apart and all of me just out of her reach. So her hand grabbed into nothingness and she hugged it at her side as if the void had left it frozen. She looked down once more and when she looked at me again, she was resigned but made a last ditch effort to make me hers spewing sweet nothings of foolies, love, destiny and need that no man has felt before, of happy ever afters that never ended. But she had reached into the void. She felt the darkness that lay in wait for the one foolish enough to believe that the light harbored no darkness. And even though the sun shone bright, she could not see the cold that stared her in the face. A cold that burned as hot as the sun did. She could not tell the difference. And as she looked at me with a smile on her face, and love in her eyes, throwing praise after compliment after praise, I only felt the darkness. I felt the cold. I felt the pain that morphed into fear. I felt it all except the love, except the sun. And her smile, yet once lost, now completely embedded in my being is now a spark I follow towards a greater light. - PBR

The nature is the one of the greatest and loveliest friend to everyone- even if we don't care also, it will care for us...we should dedicate our entire lives to nature.

Reading and Writing are criteria which shows that an individual has mastered some level of education. We read and write every day, but do we know how these skills are acquired? Is it a part of who we are as humans? One of the happiest and proudest moments in life is when a baby is born. Midwifes and Nurses are greeted with a loud outburst as the baby alerts the world that the nine month package is finally delivered. Mothers receive their baby and hold it with such care, snuggled comfortably under their bosom. The baby’s small oval shaped eyes rekindles the father’s best self as he wraps his hand around his wife and smiles. The baby’s first year will be a tedious task of changes, parents always look forward to the first smiles, gurgles and coos, to learning to say “mama” or “dada.” Have you ever noticed that babies talk on their own? I think babies love to hear parents speak, so they try to vocalize what they hear. The ability to speak is inborn in humans; however, reading and writing are skills obtained from formal education. Scholars have tested this theory and have proven that the human brain is naturally wired to speak, reading and writing are not acquired skills, they are taught and the basic way of communicating is through speech. Humans are born with a brain that is prewired by God for speaking, hence the reason why speech comes naturally. The human brain is naturally wired to speak because every child, unless hearing impaired learns to speak his mother tongue before he can read and write. Evidence has shown that humans do no need any special type of training to speak besides hearing. Motas and Tolman from “Language Essentials for Teachers of Reading and Spelling” explains in their published work that by a child is 10 months, he or she is able to recognize speech sounds. They went on by adding further detail that children who are a year old have the ability to understand what is said by others. In a table format the specialists show the progression of a typical oral language development. At 3 months, babies coo, cry and smile. At 4-6 months, Babbles are more speech like, this includes sounds such as: /p/, /b/ and /m/. Children at 7 months – 1 year imitates speech sounds such as: “bye-bye” “mama” and “dada.” When a child is 2 years old, he or she uses more words each month and puts words in phrases and questions, for example: “Where Kitty?” By the child reaches 3-4 years, sentences with four or more words are spoken a little more clearly. This is understood by persons who are especially around the child. Humans do not need a special type of training to speak besides hearing. Birner starts her article with this question: “Do parents teach their children to talk?” The response that followed was: “No. Children acquire language quickly, easily, and without effort or formal teaching. It happens automatically, whether their parents try to teach them or not”. Children are active listeners. They listen to conversations and formulate words based on what they hear. It has been noticed that societies have disparaged people who cannot read, and have classified them as stupid. Being illiterate does not mean a person isn’t smart. Reading and writing are not acquired skills, they are taught. This was identified because the process of decoding is not natural for the human brain, it was proven many years ago, humans spoke without any language education and writing requires an education which is learnt in school. Reid, a member of the National Institute of Child Health and Development (NICHD) in The United States and for over 35 years, he and his team have been researching and analyzing this issue: “Why Reading is not a Natural Process.” The article seeks to explain that decoding doesn’t come naturally. In his article he mentions that in order for a student to develop the reading skill, he/she should learn “Phoneme Awareness.” Phoneme Awareness is the understanding that written spellings, systematically represent spoken sound. He sheds further light by adding that a teacher should be able to say the word “cat” to a student and the student should automatically recognize that if the ‘k’ sound disappears, another word is present without showing the word (this is a phoneme awareness exercise). If a child can’t differentiate the sounds, most likely the student will not read. Phoneme Awareness is a skill that has to be taught so the brain can be trained to decode when reading. This then highlights that reading and writing requires an education which is learnt in school. To solidify his point that reading and writing are not acquired skills, but taught Reid says, “If learning to read is natural, there would not exist the substantial number of cultures that have yet to develop a written language, despite having a rich oral language. And, if learning to read unfolds naturally, why does our literate society have so many youngsters and adults who are illiterate?” Years ago, men and women spoke without any language education. Esssberger’s article gives more insight, it states, “In the past, only a small number of people could read and write, but almost everybody could speak. Because their words were not widely recorded. They were many variations in the way they spoke, with different vocabulary and dialects in different regions.” This paragraph clearly highlights that language is accumulated naturally. Men and women were not taught to construct sentence, yet they did it, only a few persons knew how to read because words were not recorded. Even if the words weren’t recorded when different influencers came to overthrown them they would have read the papers and know but they couldn’t. Again, we see that reading and writing are skills that need to be taught. The basic way of communicating is through speech. Speech is important because it helps us to resolve conflicts, to inform, to interact and to structure our ways of communicating. It has been noticed that, to speak is easier, faster and informal because writing has too many rules and is complex, also writing is just a representation of what we speak Writing appears to have been evolved from an extension of picture signs. Signs that directly and ironically represented something or action. This may be confusing to persons which cause them to write wrong information. Many persons today do the basic communication by communicating through speech because it’s more of the norm when compared to writing. This is more of a norm because speech is naturally weird in the brain. To speak was embedded in us from birth. It’s almost like a natural talent. In summary, without a doubt, humans have the ability to speak naturally, but not read or write. Babies are one the prime examples. Nobody teaches a baby to speak, yet it formulates words and make sounds similar to spoken language. To substantiate this claim, researchers have observed and presented that: the Human brain is naturally wired to speak, reading and writing are not acquired skills, they are taught and the basic way of communicating is through speech. Many individuals believe that being illiterate means you’re stupid, but based on the research conducted it’s evident that the brain was not created to read or write. Language is the principal method of human communication, consisting of words used in a structured and conventional way and should be respected.

Love is a beautiful thing, and yet it leaves us broken and wilted in the aftermath. Such a shame, to be forever tainted by the people we hold so dear. To be in love: a devil’s game, for one will want to part and go along their separate way; to leave a poison dart. To be in love, with poison taint left coursing through the vein. A cursed trip with romance faint; by chance, a derailed train. To be in love: run off the path and into solemn mist. Entangled lives- at vines they grasp- connections come and missed. To be in love, with wires crossed and signals growing dim. No longer sparks, but winter frost that bites each hand and limb. To be in love: the wounds as proof of memories sublime. Just scars remain: a bitter truth like fruit just past its prime. To be in love: a rotten game for, if one wants to part, the other’s left a spoiled name tattooed across their heart.

https://www.instagram.com/the_miscellaneous_space All of us grow up different Some, in castles, enlightened by heroic lores And some, in households supported by petty chores No young child feels less than a monarch though The reason being their tenderly naive soul This is how it is to grow old This is how it starts, your tale that is to be told I often wonder about this wonder of life And the way it changes girls and guys From souls so gullible, they just wanna fly To bodies so exhausted by chasing the highs In the end, just ask yourself If you're happy or there's more to thrive But don't rush towards the answer just yet Since growing up is your daily school That will eventually help you decide.

In another life, I think, In another life, I think of happier things and so on, But that is not my life and cannot give me any comfort, Hence i am lonely, left with sodden disappointment, And hopeless and helpless, All solace in me empties as if fulfilling my wishes of a life farther than time. The present rises in a rage, Feeling abandoned and betrayed, My dreams are only mocking, Mimicking more innocent days, The nights are teasing, Tasting bittersweet sin in a quiet inexplicable fashion, I have descended easily drunken and drowned: in company of stranger friends, I have raised hell mistakenly. Herein I give in to my deeds: What's done is done and it is what it is, What shall be, shall be without any exception, Not for my cause nor for my effect but only, simply a solemn consequence.

A self portrait done in acrylic and glitter of the artist hiding under a school desk during an active shooter lockdown drill, in place of a face the question "How'd you vote?" is painted. https://www.instagram.com/32teethedmary

Today! As on other days, I woke up with no headache But there's something more today, I feel it because I lived in it. It's a Dream, A dream that gives a sudden smile, a dream that takes away my natural shine. It's a Dream, A dream of being alone, a dream of sitting beside someone on the floor. A dream that has a smile with the tears of the one standing in the rain there. A dream that shows the hell of the heaven, a dream that reflects the fear of the seven. It's all about a dream, A dream that snatches the light of living, A dream that teaches the devil's living. A dream that fears love, a dream that left me alone and numb. It's a dream, A dream that left me awoke, a dream that stress me asleep. A dream where blood flows like rivers, a dream where everyone is taker not giver. A dream where animals are loved for use, a dream where humans too are confused. It's about the dream, The dream that take the child's smile, the dream that left him responsible behind. It's the dream, Where I can't see my face, the mirrors are so dark to express... Where I walk without a partner, the road leads to the doom of deaths... Where I can hear wispers and cry, Where I am silent and shy, Where I am coward like a crow, Where I am alone in the swallow, Where I am standing like a scarecrow, It's the beginning of death and sorrows. It's all about the dream, I never borrowed......... It's the dream.......... The dream...... ...shadow...

Whatever status you may find yourself in, there's always a pressure and a thread that may hinder you to achieve your dream. We may be different in terms of class status, but we are all experiencing the same pressure.

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