ABeautifullMind - Hello Poetry

Humans find a metric to measure everything - scaling down uncertainty and beauty into a concept so small or mundane that it makes it easy to understand. The depths of my soul is something that has no metric. It is the home of untainted imagination; It is the example of unwavering dedication; It is an engine room feeding an insatiable furnace. No metrics, because there is no uncertainty: My soul… …cannot be scaled down and cannot be understood. …understands no threshold of sacrifice, compromise or impossibility that it cannot satisfy. …is the one thing that goes beyond everything that makes me mortal. …renders no occasion so safe or so out of reach it will not rise to. It loves fiercely, fights violently, protects always. The beauty: My soul… …holds that very breath God breathed into me when I was first born… forever fanning my insatiable furnace to flame. Thank you God, for my unconquerable soul

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Jun 23, 2025

Jun 23, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC

The unknown of my own soul

Humans find a metric to measure everything - scaling down uncertainty and beauty into a concept so small or mundane that it makes it easy to understand. The depths of my soul is something that has no metric. It is the home of untainted imagination; It is the example of unwavering dedication; It is an engine room feeding an insatiable furnace. No metrics, because there is no uncertainty: My soul… …cannot be scaled down and cannot be understood. …understands no threshold of sacrifice, compromise or impossibility that it cannot satisfy. …is the one thing that goes beyond everything that makes me mortal. …renders no occasion so safe or so out of reach it will not rise to. It loves fiercely, fights violently, protects always. The beauty: My soul… …holds that very breath God breathed into me when I was first born… forever fanning my insatiable furnace to flame. Thank you God, for my unconquerable soul

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We must accept that we cannot blame the mirror for what we see when we look into it. To do this would be self induced delusion. © John Paul Fraser

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Nov 3, 2020

Nov 3, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC

Stop Killing the Scapegoat

We must accept that we cannot blame the mirror for what we see when we look into it. To do this would be self induced delusion. © John Paul Fraser

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I can't get myself to allow another human to hold my heart. Not because of the fear that they might break it. Instead that my broken heart, in pieces, shaped with sharp edges will hurt them. Take a rose for example, it's thorns prevent you from holding on to it, you might put up with a cut or two but after a while no matter how beautiful the rose is - you will let it go. As the rose is better enjoyed admiring from arms length, so am I. As the rose grows until picked by someone elses hand, so am I. So let me go. Let me grow. Admire from afar. I've seen my mark in too many people's scars. John Paul Fraser (c)

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Oct 21, 2019

Oct 21, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC

The Unholdable Rose

I can't get myself to allow another human to hold my heart. Not because of the fear that they might break it. Instead that my broken heart, in pieces, shaped with sharp edges will hurt them. Take a rose for example, it's thorns prevent you from holding on to it, you might put up with a cut or two but after a while no matter how beautiful the rose is - you will let it go. As the rose is better enjoyed admiring from arms length, so am I. As the rose grows until picked by someone elses hand, so am I. So let me go. Let me grow. Admire from afar. I've seen my mark in too many people's scars. John Paul Fraser (c)

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Am I delusional as they say hearing my declarations Am I favoured as they boast in my achievements Am I wrong or am I right Do I speak a language foreign to that accepted by our societal limitations? Am I the only one who believes in the power of the human soul? Can someone please tell me what's going on, what is real, what is true because I'm losing my mind trying to figure out what next to do To go all in or to fold for another chance - but - we never know if that chance will come All we can do is hope. I hope that I am I am true.

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Dec 30, 2018

Dec 30, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC

What's Real?

Am I delusional as they say hearing my declarations Am I favoured as they boast in my achievements Am I wrong or am I right Do I speak a language foreign to that accepted by our societal limitations? Am I the only one who believes in the power of the human soul? Can someone please tell me what's going on, what is real, what is true because I'm losing my mind trying to figure out what next to do To go all in or to fold for another chance - but - we never know if that chance will come All we can do is hope. I hope that I am I am true.

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Like a blank canvass I entered her life. Like a set of pastel crayons she coloured mine: She taught me how to live, she taught me how to smile; She taught me how to lie; She taught me how to dream. And in the end, she taught me how to cry.

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Apr 14, 2018

Apr 14, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC

She taught me so much

Like a blank canvass I entered her life. Like a set of pastel crayons she coloured mine: She taught me how to live, she taught me how to smile; She taught me how to lie; She taught me how to dream. And in the end, she taught me how to cry.

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If you want to see a girl leave you; Tell her she's beautiful. Tell her she's perfect. If that doesn't work - Tell her you love her

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Jan 22, 2018

Jan 22, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC

How to make her vanish:

If you want to see a girl leave you; Tell her she's beautiful. Tell her she's perfect. If that doesn't work - Tell her you love her

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Part I [1/21, 23:37] Will a day come where I no longer need to run, from the fears entrapped in my mind? Can I just decide to leave them behind? Is the choice even mine to make? Or is this a designated - haunting - punishment by fate? Whatever the answer I can't run any faster from the shadows that swallow my mind. They follow my moves every step of the way - am I a fool for even trying to get away? This game of hide and seek I don't know how to play - wherever I hide they seem to find and no matter how much I seek I feel I n c o m p l e t e. Will there be an extinction of this sorrow? Or will they be here tomorrow? Waking me with a pressure on my chest. I promised I'd try my best... I just don't know how to break out from this intricate mess - Each day I feel - less and less. Until the only thing left is this PRESSURE on my chest. But I will still run and fight off the fear of tonight - my stength slowly drying. They say every cloud has a silver lining? I hope they're right because my precious mind Is slowly D y i n g. Part II I square up with my worthy opponent because I'm not dead yet. I feel the fear in my eyes And I see it in his. But who on earth wins when it's me vs me? The one that leaves me perfectly free -All I'm trying to do- Is free myself from me.

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Jan 21, 2018

Jan 21, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC

Free Myself from Me.

Part I [1/21, 23:37] Will a day come where I no longer need to run, from the fears entrapped in my mind? Can I just decide to leave them behind? Is the choice even mine to make? Or is this a designated - haunting - punishment by fate? Whatever the answer I can't run any faster from the shadows that swallow my mind. They follow my moves every step of the way - am I a fool for even trying to get away? This game of hide and seek I don't know how to play - wherever I hide they seem to find and no matter how much I seek I feel I n c o m p l e t e. Will there be an extinction of this sorrow? Or will they be here tomorrow? Waking me with a pressure on my chest. I promised I'd try my best... I just don't know how to break out from this intricate mess - Each day I feel - less and less. Until the only thing left is this PRESSURE on my chest. But I will still run and fight off the fear of tonight - my stength slowly drying. They say every cloud has a silver lining? I hope they're right because my precious mind Is slowly D y i n g. Part II I square up with my worthy opponent because I'm not dead yet. I feel the fear in my eyes And I see it in his. But who on earth wins when it's me vs me? The one that leaves me perfectly free -All I'm trying to do- Is free myself from me.

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As I light my cigarette, I remember the cause for my addiction for self sabotage You... In the same way that I cannot kick this habit When my lungs exhale and the smoke floats away the memories of You always stay. Sabotaging me in its own violent but beautiful way... © John Paul Fraser

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC

Where there is smoke, there is You.

As I light my cigarette, I remember the cause for my addiction for self sabotage You... In the same way that I cannot kick this habit When my lungs exhale and the smoke floats away the memories of You always stay. Sabotaging me in its own violent but beautiful way... © John Paul Fraser

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_________________________________________ English revision; "I will conquer. I will prosper. I will not quit. I will never stop winning. I will never stop succeeding." _________________________________________ You see, I refuse to even consider words that indicate doubt. My vocabulary does not extend that far, And it never will. I will always win... So again, I'm sorry for my limited vocabulary... Actually, nope, I'm not.

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Jun 12, 2017

Jun 12, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC

I'm sorry for my limited vocabulary

_________________________________________ English revision; "I will conquer. I will prosper. I will not quit. I will never stop winning. I will never stop succeeding." _________________________________________ You see, I refuse to even consider words that indicate doubt. My vocabulary does not extend that far, And it never will. I will always win... So again, I'm sorry for my limited vocabulary... Actually, nope, I'm not.

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