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dolores
F Torment and solitude can be a source of your genius. / / © All rights reserved.
A lie is fake The truth is real A lie will mask What truth reveals A lie is ***** The truth is clean The lie lays in shadow The truth beams You are the liar I am the truth The lie is easy The truth cuts through You can't face mine I don't want yours One cut too far But what do I lose? Not much lost Nothing gained No more lies No more pain You are fake I am real You can't mask What I reveal
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Lie VS. Truth
You play an integral part in the Blueprint of creation From the beginning until the end God is relentless in his persuit to Bring you back to him Never mind what you do Right or wrong The only thing that God won't Interfere with is your free will To choose. Forever under the shadow of his mighty wings You are all included in God's Infinite Bucket List
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
God's Infinite Bucket list
Someone recently asked  me what do I think about modern dating? I responded by saying we live in a culture mired in instant gratification, i call modern dating fast food dating high volume dating low nutrition dating We constantly consume But are forever           more       and          more lonely, we do not spend the time to build value in our own        soul, love in our hearts , so we come to a relationship  taking and taking and taking     instead of giving.      Fundamentally selfishness is the massacre  of        all relationship, and our culture specializing in crowning self ruler of all.    And selfishly we surmise that We are all Kings      and          Queens
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
Kings And Queens
I’ve never received a flower Or even a rose But I’m a guy So it’s acceptable I suppose No kisses Or sweets No treats That signifies ones feelings for me No token of ones love But I have gotten Disappointment Watered with hate Planted in betrayal Fertilized with lies And maintained by fakes Roses are Red But my roses are dead And crumble beneath my feet
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Roses are Red
It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break, A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache. Creeping memories, broken promises, an absence, simply a word would do the trick, As you drown into the starry night, you're ****** with the realisation that you're left with nothing, The voices are getting louder, but the night grows colder, lonelier, You stare into the void as you try to find a voice to speak. They always say that when it shatters, you won't know strangling from choking, But to you it was like breathing in shredded glass and no pain can come as near. For whom they ask are you bleeding? 'Leave me be, let me be' you beg and you plead. You pick yourself up, You keep it in, You walk home, And tomorrow's noon you feel the tears streaming because It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break, A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
For A Heart To Break
we live in times that make it difficult to differentiate reality from fiction not in the field of literature where borders always have been fluid but in quotidian discourses of politicians television internet speakers present unproven attitudes as if they were reality unquestionable and they get huffy and evasive if proof comes out that they are wrong they claim that they have been misquoted or at least misunderstood and even if they do recant this never hits the front page of the medium but somewhere inside mixed with trivialities few people check so it seems to be up to every one of us to use our brains and bother whether the data we are being served are edible or rotten bccause these speakers seem to have forgotten what communication is about we need to really understand each other
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
reality & such
This story you'll hear, could be one of a kind But no matter how clear, it's like leading the blind Down through a chamber, I find, when I'm dreaming Stuck in my mind, or a daze, with no meaning Something I witnessed, without any truth As I sat by myself, all alone, on the roof Listened to magpies, chirping with joy Three for a girl?, Four for a boy? In black and white?, or so they seem? Then under the light, I saw traces of green A sign I had seen her, and given the choice As bold as the magpies, raising their voice With nothing between her, and no great divide The grass became greener, on the other side The magpies had joined, then one became two But this one had swooped down in bright shades of blue The colours tell secrets, but to the trained eye One represents grass, one mimics the sky Then as if by nature, they were a couple Flying together, revealing a purple A gift when you worship the smallest of things Lifting your spirits, then spreading your wings Each little magpie, has stories to tell And I know that deep down, you have one as well You're holding in something, with traces of gold Are you seven for a magpie, never to be told??? **
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Three for a Girl
Your pain is overwhelming, I know you’re tired and confused, For how could someone express such love, Only to tear your soul in two? Nothing will make sense right now, And with every breathe you’ll ache, For how could God give so much at once, Only to take so much away? But perhaps He had no hand in this, Or suppose maybe He did, If you’ll trust He knows His plan for you, And no evil from Him is hid, He knows the depth of pain you’re in, For it measures the joy you’ll know, So pray for those who’ve hurt you heart, Soon they will reap all they have sowed.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
Trust.