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HoneyPotter Jan 2018
She knows she's imperfect and full of flaws
Not the one that would make the crowd applause,
She doesn't like to wear heels and **** dresses
Just a pair comfy clothes but not to look like a mess.

She's not the one that blushes in every pick up lines
Rather, she'll throw you joke you'll be needing your lifeline,
She doesn't have expensive things every woman dreamed about
But she's a real and grounded woman you can never doubt that.

She wanders to places to see our beautiful nature
Instead of shopping and clubbing it isn't cool,
She doesn't have her own car like it's a majority rule,
You'll see that's not her case, unless it's a carpool.

She might not be the perfect woman you see in the drama
Nor the beautiful one in every angle of your camera,
But I'm telling you when she loves she knows it right
To give it all and she'll do that with all her heart.

She endured her bitter past that made her more matured
and imperfections doesn't feel her insecure,
You'll never have to worry you can be rest assured
and her feelings of love are genuine and pure.
  Jan 2018 HoneyPotter
anotherdream
Imagine a world,
Where love is pollution.
If there's a problem,
Hate’s the solution.

Imagine a world,
Where dreams are faded,
Passion is destroyed,
Souls are raided.

Imagine a world,
Where souls never meet,
Attraction means nothing,
Only their needs.

Imagine a world,
Where hope is the loser,
Pride is the victor,
Later is sooner.

Imagine a world,
Where creativity is nothing,
Useless unless it,
Turns people to money.

Imagine a world,
Where eyes never meet,
Love is forever lost,
Souls never bring.

Imagine a world,
Where no is forever,
Affections change,
As much as the weather.

Imagine a world,
Where money’s everything,
Nobody's sharing,
Everyone's keeping.

Imagine a world,
Where nature's extinct,
Nobody's heard of,
A bird's feathered wings.
Hoping this will never become real...
  Jan 2018 HoneyPotter
Bethie
Most people forget the night
It is the time we go to sleep
They forget the stars above
And the beauty that they keep

The stars and planets dance
In their celestial homes above
And those who merely watch
Can learn, then, how to love

On cloudless nights they shine
With splendor and with light
But no one here below
Regards them with a might

What would our lives be like
If above us we would look
And give out all the shining love
That we ourselves just took
HoneyPotter Jan 2018
These days you get so worried
Problems and heartaches
One after another.
You knew even before
You read this imperfect poem,
It's not that easy
becoming an adult.
You're confused if you're the only one,
Or it's all the same for everyone.
Many times you feel so depressive,
You knew it's not easy
Becoming an adult.
The sun rises and it'll set,
The days are gone, your age added.
Though many times you needed some help,
Please endure it all and gather your strength.
Just run and run,
while looking back to where you began.
Sing and dance to your favorite song,
and enjoy your life along.
It's true,
becoming an adult is not easy,
it's part of growing old.
Have strength my friend
Keep moving forward,
Sing a song of joy,
Realize that becoming an adult
is not that hard after all.
HoneyPotter Jan 2018
If only I'd said the words
what my heart wants to convey,
I bet we are now both happy
singing our songs together.

If only I have clearly shown
how my feelings are sincere.
Perhaps you're still here
Smiling at me so clear.

If only I had said honestly
that our feelings are mutual
I wouldn't regret that day
and writing this poem.

If I could have the chance
to fall in love again
I wouldn't be the same coward
I'll be one step forward.
HoneyPotter Dec 2014
It was cold and starry night
At Christian’s house we stayed over that night
All of us are in a rush
For tomorrow’s the deadline for that F*ing school task

Before 12 midnight they’re starting to count
A countdown for another day of rush
03/23/2012 it was my 18th birthday
***! I almost forgot!

Here comes MJ & Ezekiel with a chocolate cake
With 3 candles seem perfectly bake
They sung me a song full of happiness
I blew the candles as they directed.


My 18th year of existence I felt so blessed
Coz out of millions I do have friends
Joanne, Dada, Bals, Jolina, tonete and Momay
As well as Vincent, Allen, Agte are there to sway.

They say a girl’s 18th birthday must be memorable
Gifts and flowers I dunno how many
Though my debut was not that fabulous
At least I have something to reminisce when I get old.
a poem i wrote three years ago :)
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