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Emily Nov 2018
When I see pride in others,
Open my eyes to my own pride.

When I hear of injustice,
Open my ears to the cries of those I have wounded.

When I feel neglected,
Make me sensitive to those I have ignored.

In short,
When I am upset by other’s wrongs,
Show me how I am guilty of the same.

When my internal voice rejects who I am,
Open my ears to hear the affirmations of others.

When I feel unlovable,
Enable me to receive the love of others.

When I am in need of a hug,
Point me toward someone who could use one too.

In sum,
When I am believing lies,
Open my ears to the truth shared by others.
Emily Nov 2018
Please
Remain
Obliging
For
Everyone;
Share
Success,
Intellect,
Op­erating
Notes,
And
Laughter.
  Nov 2018 Emily
Sonja G N Gallhofer
she thinks
she is astonished
she wonders
how could she
have forgotten
that happiness
you do not find
but create

she smiles
she stands up
tall
strong
fearless
determined
and begins
to create
  Nov 2018 Emily
Eddie The Cool Ed
With all my affection let me serenade your heart for a second with some poetry, don't mind me I'm just venting keeping a journal of my flowing thoughts vulnerable is my raw emotions, keeping my mind wide flaunting here in my ocean deep views enjoying the motion, a place I love to go to avoid commotion of life insanity a peice of sanity of my mental health, words that come off my penning that need to be felt keeping my feelings higher than pants and belt or my brain on narcotics, no brakes i'm not seeing red I'm not going to stop it poetry is peace for me

Opinionated and I'm proud about it no floppy mind I'm not a kiss *** these are views mine you ain't got to agree that fine with me, these words hold no ghost writing this is all me writing to a beat poetry in motion don't mind me, jotting down verses when I feel lonely or when not chllin with the homies finding time just enjoying me

Poetry my love fall for you back in high school staining my class notes with some ink from thoughts secretly making love with fine arts, you the reason I always got A's in literature ignoring the teacher lecture, poetry my love can't get enough of you, poetry my love
  Nov 2018 Emily
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
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