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Blank CanvasShe looks so pretty
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
Not Sure What To Name ItPages turning;
words are written;
I open the pen's cap.
Can this be loved,
or does it pass by uncaring eyes,
leaving others untouched?
Yesterdays grabs at my today,
and attempts to blind my tomorrow,
but there is one yesterday
that barely ever appears―
a painful yesterday I need to learn and grow from―
that was the beginning of my journey.
Sadly, there are now pillows all over it,
so now while I can remember it,
I can't feel it,
and I don't know if the angels
would show it to me again.
I'd like that yesterday,
that gave me great pain―and meaning
Piano plays a beautiful song
while I search everywhere trying to find the words
Walking down a path alone,
where I gave my most serenity filled smile ever,
and the pure of nature must have smiled back at me.
I see an open field in my backyard;
in my mind and to my brother,
I call it the Garden of Eden.
It's just so weird how I was in love with
everyday I got to spend outside;
Even with the oh so many
The Beauty and Beasts of LifeThe girl up at midnight cries in her bed
from the weight of the truth she received,
which was horrific to look at,
and the shame of the life she had been living.
The pieces seem to fall everywhere.
The heavy pain of that single midnight
was more than most experience in their whole lifetime.
there was light to be received through all of the dark.
After the massive pain,
came the awakening,
which was the whole purpose.
Until this midnight struck,
she had been withering away her life
through escaping reality,
and finally now she saw it herself.
The tears still fall, for so many reasons,
but she sees the meaning of it;
it was the vivid, unmistakable answer.
This was the night her abused soul had yearned for all those years.
A life was revived.
But yet, it doesn't end.
This night let her see all the problems in her life,
but it didn't get rid of them.
And now, the path she must walk is clear;
for the rest of her life,
she will wander
searching for an end to the problems tha
All Strings UnravelingHas the book reached its end,
or have some of the pages been ripped out?
I could tell it was wrong
because for the first time when you kissed me
I felt something missing.
The midnight breeze,
that will always be my friend,
touches my face with energy and peace,
but never the way you do.
Your soft beautiful caress can't be replaced;
it was a gift.
Unless it isn't obvious,
a love that used to be as strong as steel has broken.
You hand me back the key to my heart;
your hands are cold and not because it's midnight.
You've drifted from us, now it's just you.
You've moved on from me
into another world I can never enter.
But what do I do
still being in this passionate love for you?
While yours may have faded,
my love for you has never gone anywhere but higher.
What am I to do when I feel that loving warmth from your gorgeous face?
It's so easy for you to walk away.
I always knew that "always" and "forever"
were words that no human could ever live up to.
So sweet when you said them
The Love For You I KeepIt's you I want, but spring I see,
I'm only with you in my dreams.
I've wished on every falling star,
that we don't have to be so far.
If you're the angel I think I see,
then take your wings and fly to me.
You must know the love for you I keep.
There's a light inside your heart,
I won't deny is a brilliant spark.
Your honest smile and sweet embrace,
I won't leave out your gorgeous face.
In open skies we have it all;
we'll stay right here till orchids fall.
You must know the love for you I keep.
A dove white as winter snow,
a rose in the bush that's first to grow.
When we meet, my dreams are awoken;
no word of love will go unspoken.
And even when the world has turned gray,
in your arms nothing can spoil my day.
My love for you fuels burning fires,
this is bigger than a wish and deeper than desires.
You must know the love for you I keep.
Sleep.Sleep. Sleep, and dream.
Dream the dreams of darkness, and know that the darkness is familiar.
It is the darkness that fills the hole in my soul, a black, endless void where life has no meaning.
It is the darkness of depression, and through circumstances beyond anyone's control, it has been passed on to you, as a burden to carry, to share with those who care the most, because together, all can lift it.
Dream. Dream, and sleep.
After The RainAfter The Rain
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
Three Days Worth of Full MoonShe's just up there looking pretty as usual while you're unable to avert your gaze. I know how it must feel to be caged by such a sight as her and I tell you, you might not even notice, but tomorrow she'll still be there.
Count your constelations all you like, but she'll always be the only one who could woo you like that. I know how it must be hard being under her spell, I should tell you it feels like drinking tankards and tankards of ale. And just like the hangover that follows any good drink, tomorrow, she'll be there.
And here we are at someone else's loft and you urging me to look at her soft cool face. But something else caught my eye and it's kinda funny how you aren't aware of how rare a sight it is. And I tell you, you might not even notice, that tomorrow she'll still be there, but right now, I'm fixated on you.
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
Shooting Stars Aim For The Heart-Dear Father Time
Don't mind to rewind
To a purer part
Of an end with no start
To a time without rhyme
Being guilty without crime
To a time without rhyme
To a time without chime
With no repetition
To a time without time
With no sublimination
And elimination without justification
To when peace came in rations
When land was the ocean's corruption
And when floods were solutions
When our dreams meant absolution
-Yours truly, The World
FrenemiesEmily: I don't try and hurt you because I can if that were true, this would all be so much easier. No, I don't make you cry because I want you to...But because I don't want to. Everyday there's another standard put up, a new bar set lower in a game of limbo where the bar might as well be two inches from the floor. But the bar is also higher, not one of a game but of expectations! My parents treat me like a dog, telling me what to do is like teaching me a new trick and if I try to run away they hold me back and yell, "Heel!" and as much as I try and break away the leash gets tighter and tighter with each pull. I'm sorry I'm going off, ranting on. I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe one day we can be friends, going behind the scenes and being nice but being ugly to each other's faces. But either way, we'll always just be frenemies
On My MindYou've been on my mind for quite some time
And I really can't do anything about it.
I watch you go through life day by day ,
You never knowing that all of what you do I love it.
You smile at me,my life's complete as sad as it sounds,I can't avoid it.
You talk to me my heart it beats,I'm unable to slow it.
I don't know why,but you make me smile
and that's why I love you,
and that's the end of it.
AcheIt comes and goes
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Waterfall HopeIts inner and outer beauty are one,
and it wakes up my eyes to see,
for me and others, that so are ours.
Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth
completely enter in where it should and bloom from there,
yet it still makes me smile,
and so many things start with a smile.
I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses;
I imagine the light of our love for it
gives it more light than the sun.
When it's going down
it's like a million diamonds
acting like children,
running frantically everywhere,
with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top.
The lights have turned off,
as they often do,
but then comes that honest spark
giving me a helping hand,
touching so tenderly without trying,
and showing me that hand choking the life out me,
it all is vividly clear,
and I put my hand down,
and start anew.
It's not on magazines;
it doesn't wear make-up,
but it's perfection,
and a gift to almost all the senses.
A waterfall proves there's beauty even when you fall.
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