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How can anyone know
what you are feeling,
when you don't even know yourself?

How can anyone understand
what you are going through,
when it makes no sense to one's self?

How can anyone begin to determine
the thoughts that are running
through your mind?

Nobody can feel or understand
the raw emotions
that you alone come to find!

Nobody knows you better
than you know yourself,

If your lucky, in your lifetime,
you may unravel the riddle;
only then
will you find your true self!

By Lady R.F ©2017
  Mar 2017 AidaDonn
Ignatius Hosiana
Sometimes
A page has to be flipped to find another chapter
some doors have to shut for others to open
tears have to be shed if a soul is to see laughter
a road has to reach the end for another to begin
a generation has to be phased for another to takeover
war has to be fought (peace lost) for peace to be found
sometimes
men rise when others fall, a hole is dug to fill a hole
a fight is started to win a fight, all it cost... to win it all
some lead to follow and others follow to lead
sometimes the chills from the rains of greed
cause the greatest of shivers
when Augeans are clean and ***** are rivers
sometimes
equilibrium is reset by living on the edge
and to know freedom we have to be bound
sometimes calm's plucked off a tree of rage
and for a people to be whole, a people have to be torn
so death has to happen sometimes for life to be born
Sometimes
to find heaven we go through hell for it don't have to start but end well
as savagery brings-forth civilisation,unity's found in the arms of session...
sometimes the loudest of riots are what a people in silence says
as the darkest nights are sometimes recipe for the brightest days
  Mar 2017 AidaDonn
Ignatius Hosiana
I've walked roads you can never imagine
I've fallen lower than you might ever reach
I've fractured smaller more than you think
cried so much tears than you'll ever wipe
Taken more insults than you can bear
but that will never matter because
I am past the insults, that I can say
the tears are dry and am weeping no longer,
the bones healed and even stronger
I have learnt the path out of the pit and its stink
and well, my footprints are already lost in the dusty wind...
These roads taught me that no matter how dusty
your path maybe, the brush of persistence will always
get them shining again and that success rents
just at the end of the dusty road... So keep moving and
keep strong...
  Mar 2017 AidaDonn
ADS
She has a big heart
She lives in a world of lust
Its torn her apart
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