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If you never Stand up
Show everyone who you really are
If you never give it a try
Then how will you know?
WHAT IT’S LIKE TO REALLY BE ALIVE!
Put your self out there
Plant your feet firmly
And say to the world Excuse Me
Could I have your attention please
I’ve got something to say
Come on
Don’t put it off till tomorrow
Do it today
Courageousness is the way  
Don’t be afraid
Say what you gotta say
Earn their respect
It’s not that hard
This is your show
You are the star
Stand up,
Let everyone know who you really are
What you’re all about
It’s never enough to just stand up.
You should always try to stand out!
Use your voice,
Be loud,
Be proud
YELL!
SCREAM and Shout!
You’ve got this
Don’t chicken out!
This was written as and piece to inspire someone with being afraid of public speaking, and not being too confident or sure of themselves. Thank you for reading.
The world looks better
when it’s not looking back.
a photo doesn’t ask you
to pay rent
or get sober.

it just sits there
pretty
quiet--
crooked
honest in a way life never is

Thy eyes
they lie.
the camera doesn’t.
it just
clicks.

It Just captures !
 Apr 25 Vianne Lior
Rin
Abandoned by my creator,
the silent creeps.
Im scared.
what should i do?
This place is in ruins.
My old play house,
is filled with cobwebs.

I can still hear,
the laughs of those i used to be with.
my once pretty smile,
is cracked into a cry.
im just a doll,
Attached to strings.

But now,
im nothing but an old doll.
chills :)
when does the poem end?


creation is never ending,
the earth is endlessly morphing

but you lean back and say
enough
not because the poem
is finished,
for it is never finished,
because an exhalation feels
satisfying, releasing

but the poem never ends,
nor does the need to

exhale

not with the final .


the next poem is

but a

continuation

of the previous poem;

a continuation

of you~poem,

inhaling

and

exhaling

& morphing.

Sat Jan 7
7:57am
Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something. ~Kurt Vonnegut
 Apr 25 Vianne Lior
kris
No words could relay,
What my hearts wants to
say.
Except, "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
Don't leave, just stay.
The words "I love you" hold power to the heart.
 Apr 25 Vianne Lior
kris
Despite the talk and chatter,
the laughter and giggles--
I find there is quiet in the noise,
just me and my mind in a silent room.
Flowers simmer
In summer, a relief
April showers
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