Everyday I sit, stand, walk, run, talk, and sign.
I still search.
Why I wonder why am I still searching?
I can't seem to find it
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This day have made me lazy.
This day have made me smart.
This day have made me black of whom
I am, this day gave me brown eyes makes
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everyday is so different.
i am sitting down in wonder
why is it different
comparing to the similarities?
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Pile of anger is desperate to control.
A Lego building unstop just like a pile of rage.
Every nail piercing the soul and
The soul is waiting to cry out loud.
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The flame is burning and burning.
Burning so loud as school bell.
The power of the flames is the power
of the Gods.
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Special as a colorful dove.
That dove has so many colors.
Flying for the beautiful sky.
Knows why should she fly.
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Whatever the gods has placed in front of me,
No matter the hardships that was placed
Before or after my victorious soul.
The pain and suffering stabbed me in the soul.
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I don't know my name.
I can't see my name.
I am blind as a Woodpecker.
I can't feel my name.
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I am currently an college student at Rochester Institute Of Technology. I am deaf. I love poetry and love writing it sometimes. Hope to do everything! Tell me my name?)
Searching
Everyday I sit, stand, walk, run, talk, and sign.
I still search.
Why I wonder why am I still searching?
I can't seem to find it
I screamed out loud why I wonder?
My heart is telling me look, look, look.
Well I have been searching for 20 years,
I don't seem to find it
The funny thing is that
I want to stop searching.
What I already have does not satisfy me.
My glass is empty, dry, white.
I pour it so much in word I can't explain.
The feeling is not accurate.
Maybe it is because when that I'm needed. I don't feel needed.
It hard to make the feeling simple
When it is in multiple riddles.
It is whenever my feeling tells me when or not.
That's when I am aware.
I really want to quit but I have to keep looking.
It can be true that I am tired but
I must keep looking until sync occurs.
When ill I stop looking?