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Teach Me How To Be InspiredSomeone came up to me once, his eyes were grey and soft, and he asked me, "Teach me how to write, please?"
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Frowning, I looked at him, "Write what?"
"Teach me how to write beautiful poetry, I need to be able to write poetry," he paused, "But I never know what to write about...."
In that moment I understood my friend's problem, "Okay," I said, "Write about the reflection of the sun's light on water. Write about how at sunset it bleeds its rays out onto the wet sand to create copper fields. Write about the gritty grip of that sand between your toes, like the most adoring lover it'll never let you go and you'll spend the rest of your life trying to shake it out of your shoes."
He smiled, but it was a small smile, "I've never been to the beach though..."
"Then write about the city," I shrugged, "Write about the flocks of pigeons as they take to the air like soot covered angels, write about the tinny sm
You Are BeautifulAm I fat? Am I ugly? Am I stupid? Am I hated? Am I a failure? Am I loser? Questions. Questions we ask ourselves, questions others make us think about. The kind you ask yourself as you stare in your bathroom mirror, wondering if what they say is true; wondering if what you're thinking about yourself right now is the truth. You'll try and push your stomach in, you'll try and hide your spots, hide the wrinkles that you think you see. You will do all this and pretend; pretend to be different, pretend that this person you're imagining is who you should be; is a person better than who you are right now.
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Before you know it, you're looking at those around you, wishing you were them. As you walk the halls of your school, as you walk down the nearby street. You'll convince yourself that they have everything and that you have nothing; you want their smile, their body, their hair, their face, because to you, they are better, they are something you could never be, they're beautiful and you're nothi