Epitome of despair
A little Impaired Agony and hatred Entertained by Clair -Oh, Clair how are you?
"…walk a mile in my shoes,
talk a smile to what I choose…"
the one who rubbed ointment on my wounds, calming and relieving the pain. Who's presence was the epitome of comfort and love. Has now become the stealer, of my happiness and the exploiter, of my kindness.
The one who held on to us In times good and rough Placed all our needs on his shoulders Made us into tough little soldiers Papa Never tired is he Nor sleep does prevail him Kills all his days to make ours bright Our eternal light Papa The epitome of love A blessing from above Leaves behind all his desires for ours His sacrifices can't be told in mere words Papa Someday I will be like you Loving everyone true Binding through trust and care A family we will all bear
Love you dad
The epitome of love. A star made of combustion Of crimson and wild blue. Her smile like a cresent shining bright from an afar Galaxy. Mother, Vibrant as sun rays, And soft like the moonlight. Tremendous as lightning, enlightning the dark sky with a spark. Mother, The paintbrush that paints vibrancy on the dullest of days. Mother, A soul that burns with ferocity, Whos hands are always busy scrubbing, moulding, cooking But her touch always caressing with love. Mother, Who's voice can be the ocean Calming and soothing Or as loud as the seas Roaring and crashing in a storm bursting away personal confinement. But she rows Even through the sea of troubles. Nothing is too heavy She marches on. Mother, Who sacrifices and compromises To deepen skies and hand stars to hold. Mother, Who's love I cannot comprehend and stomach For she grows flowers from pain, Inhaling O2 And Exhaling O3 Transfiguring weeds into garden for us to play. She is the incarnation of love.
Once you learn the epitome of being a model,
you will either compare your perfections or flaws, despite what you wish you had, a skinny and petite body, a healthy and fit body, being taller, being shorter, having a thigh gap, having no thigh gap, one should not be immune to practice self-love, because loving yourself is the best you can do to your body.
it's in the moments between dusk and dawn that you realize
you love him twilight dissipates, and the silence becomes just another safety blanket to get you through the day it's as if your truth was perishable like another cheaply bought fruit from the corner store you frequented as a child but as the night grew more embracing you found yourself renewed again excited by the revelations as if God himself would be envious of the clarity with which your pillow spoke of truth
I was an epitome
But not a typical one I was embedded in the past With no words to flaunt I was haunted But I am grand
grant passes to all and hail the King of hypocrites Omens sense me, plan the masses like Hellboy the grail of things opposite Play the field, to be cruel is to be kind, man… I paid the bill, so be good to be mine then Judas kiss was a diss…Jesusness was bliss That’s why I kiss both cheeks I’m on guard, take the World it’s yours What kind of God saves the World with laws??
a heap of vehement thoughts
rumbles & together falls the agonizing heart will dost be thou art profanities turn into sweet sound all that can never be pound feelings were adamant thyself shall rise from the fall
just trying to use new found words but yeah hope u like it