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would edgar realize
if annabelle lee's
smile fades away
thought of it in the shower. never actually sat down and down a haiku before. also i only write in lowercase because i hate capitalism.
edit: i lied about this being a haiku im sorry
I

                       Am
                      Nothing
But
                                                            ­         A cacophony,
                                      
               ­                          Soundless
                  
                                                                ­            Echoes
                     Of what
                                            

                                                      Used to be
In a book I opened
on page twenty three
I came upon a pressed flower and
wondered,
was it for me?

The book was printed, eighteen ninety five
I guess
the flower was alive back then and
so
it wasn't for me.

I wonder who placed it
between pages twenty three and four and
why did they put it there?
who was it for?

Sad,
looking upon the dead rose
thinking about those,
and did the book close on them,
did the rose
speak of love
back then?
 Nov 2014 Shannon Delaney
Pax

let go of insecurities and judgment upon self,
embrace acceptance.



© Pax
sometimes insecurites blinds us, and being too critical to self, we often forget to love the blessing we already have,
try to lessen it day by day, until nothing is left to ponder and as you'll see clearly the love and acceptance you are looking for because that is what i do, i still have some issues upon self and upon realizing this, i am learning to love myself a little more than i never did.

or i guess if perhaps its always there(insecurities ), then atleast you'll learn how to manage it  day by day to stay away and stay clear to the path to loving oneself.
Sometimes I look around me..
I wonder why there's hate..
I wonder why we can't share the same love..
Is it that hard..?
Tell me..
Cuz I've been searching for an answer..
Everytime I get one,
Everytime I think it's right,
Something turns out wrong..
I wonder why..
We were born with pure hearts,
But we changed it into an evil heart..
We stained it with black ink..
The pureness has disappeared..
I wonder why..
We cant share the same love..
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