A mentors advice
Some things I’ve learned. And for the record, i still don’t regret it (see first stanza)
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A Mentors Advice (the infamous reflections poem)
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Never regret the day you told her she was beautiful.
That exact moment, when you realized that you saw God echoing in the crevices of her veins,
When you became smart enough to know that you cant number the constellations in the sky,
But you can at least start with the glory exuding from her eyes,
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Remember the meaningful moments.
When you had the balls to actually shoot for the stars and hit one,
Reach you arm out and try get one,
Knowing you might burn some ish off,
And that hurts,
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But I’ll be the first to tell you that the pain subsides.
That scar tissue,
Is stronger,
Tougher,
Than the normal kind anyway.
So don’t be afraid of this thing called heartbreak,
I promise when you come out on the other side,
You will have more lessons than lumps,
More guts than indiscretions,
And when you meet the love of your life you can introduce yourself by saying,
“Hello, God told me I’d be meeting you soon…”
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I remember when my mother told me,
The elegant moments in life,
Come when you least expect them.
Like when you look down and realize this gravity thing,
Is just a terrible idea of a fallacy we have created with the ground,
And sound,
Is as beautiful and external as you want it to be,
When a flicker of a candle,
Represents the galaxy
And the rising of the sun is what we use to build our comparison to the soul.
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Hello.
My name is Justin.
I spent five years in college,
Used lyrics and body motions as my weapon of choice in the battle of life,
Buried myself,
My deepest thoughts and insecurities behind similes and smiles,
So you never had to see the cries,
The hard nights,
When the moon dissipates before your eyes can search for the pillow.
When the food stamps run dry,
The bills are due,
And all you can do, is rely on yourself and God
But thank God us humans don’t look like what we’ve been through,
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And occasionally.
I wonder what my pen thinks of me
If he is proud of the ink that it has caused to dry on parcel,
Or if he finds disappointment in all the ink that never made it.
Remember all the ink that doesn’t make it to paper.
The tests, that you’d rather forget
The lessons that you had to learn 3 or 4 times,
The girls that you thought were dimes with the personality of pennies.
The days when she calls you crying and you say,
Baby, don’t you see what you as a woman are worth?
He had you, feeling like dirt
When really, you should have always known you were the rose that grew from it.
(Of course, they are bound to have a thorn or two.
What is the world without the battle wounds to remind you of what you went through?
That you exist)
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Remember this.
So you can truly let your heart sing when the good days come.
When you create the memories of staying up chasing the sun with the love of your life because your conversation was just that fun,
And you have something to base it off of.
When the majority of negativity that you had to see will fly away like doves fleeing trees.
Remember this.
So when you tell her that she is beautiful she can look in your eyes, and believe what you’re saying,
Because as silent as it’s kept this world is taking its time decaying,
And all that’s going to be left,
Are these things in our heads,
The words that we said,
That seconds that we remember
And the nights you spent finding yourself that you don’t.
The inebriated text messages that you sent to your best friend
And the best friend who holds you over the porcelain God’s when you can’t remember what has you feeling so bad.
Remember this.
So that person.
Whoever they are,
Will know the real you,
Because you will too.
That God moves through you like air flowing through lungs.
And you can go wherever He is,
So you can Live,
Breathe,
Show?
The world, what freedom looks like:
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Signed
A mentor
