Free Yourself

By Juliana Garcell

This book is ment to open up your mind and
soul. May the ligh be with you, within you, and
all around you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483622453

Juliana Garcell

I grew up never knowing anything about combining creativity and writing. The school sytem in the society we live in teaches people that you can't really do that. I was always told I was a horrible writer, until I started writing poetry. I started flowing my words, in ways that was unimaginable to me while I was in school. It's sad that most people have amazing abilities which they don't even know about because there's nobody out there to help them in the developing process. I would hope to help anybody just let their art be free. My goal is for people to be aware that true forms of art come from within, come from the hear

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Copyright © 2013 by Juliana Garcell.

ISBN:       Softcover     978-1-4836-2244-6

                Ebook        978-1-4836-2245-3

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Rev. date: 05/29/2013

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Contents

What Have We Become?

Wandering

Me & You

Love Yourself

What Is Rationality?

Lend Me A Shoulder

My Cup Of Tea

Reflecting

Free My Expression

Savior

Falling From Grace

Tearing Us Apart

Poison

Deadly Love

Maybe It’s Me

What It Means To Be Alive

Just A Child

Looking At The Moon

What Is Love

Soul Searchin’

Run Away Love

Illuminate Me

Heart’s Intention

How So… ?

Listen Closely

Serendipity

Frequencies

Staring At Me

Deep Inside Me

United We Stand

And So I Write

My Reflection

Would You?

Lack Of Love

Peculiar Me

Mind Games

WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?

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Flowers, standing tall like towers,

becoming victims of all the worlds powers.

People digging up our soil,

just in search for oil.

The flowers are crying, people are dying,

but we just don’t seem to care.

Not even spare enough too share, polluting the air.

Some don’t even see the dread past their own bed.

kids don’t even have bread, dead.

Can you dare, to be fair?

In search for the real, instead of the feel.

Can’t even see the stars, with all the pollution from cars.

Bars, full of lost souls, pretty much walking skulls.

Why care?