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Two eyes and yet unable to see.
Two ears and  yet unable to listen.
Admitting mistakes is never easy.
Contrition is not the human condition.
To see the world as it is takes great thought,
determination,  patience and passion.
Learning through defeat in our battles fought,
etches deep knowledge in our life’s mission.
Michael Marro Jan 2020
The deepest beginnings start by wading through shallow waters
A thought inspired by Ackyra Maver Hunt's "Maybe I like you", published on Poetizer.
Mark kenny Jan 2020
The way authority moves finding a place in our life
Hoping for a life long journey trying to settle into the life
But forget the manuals and the naysayers can you actually define life.

Shaping through every phase and obstacle running the lengthy course
But life would turn you to a student and fail you like a course.

Hoping on the next day waiting for procrastination to set in
You don't get to have  all what you want until you turn to dust.
Don't forget that happiness and patience goes hand in hand.
the hollow girl Jan 2020
I feel like such a fool.
always waiting for for you.
Waiting for you to pick me up.
Waiting for you to trust me.
Waiting for you to say I love you.
I don't want to wait forever.
But here I am willing to wait for you for however long it takes because I love you.
You thought I was joking when I first told you that I liked you, that it was all a game when it was just the truth.
It was my feelings and my heart that hurt when you believed that I was just playing a game.
I don’t want to have to wait forever but here I am anyways waiting for you.
Waiting for you to realize that I truly do love you.
Waiting to spend time with you.
Waiting for you to trust me like I trust you.
Am I really a fool waiting for you or will it all be worth it in the end?
I know waiting is silly and I know you need your time to heal so I’ll be here until you are ready I love you S ❤️
JA Perkins Dec 2019
Nevermind your broken heart,
my dear -
He was never sent to care.
Just a passerby on winding road
with a destination not so clear.
A road so hazy you can't see your last step,
"Where will you go next?" -
the question of the hour.
"Anywhere but here",
she begged as she wiped away tears from a broken heart she should've just kept.
Kept far away from anyone to misuse,
She's broken again like a shattered mirror.
Thoughts of why she's never enough,
Why she always has to lose.
Regretably, a poem about me
Colm Dec 2019
With growing mask
And similar shadows
A quick response
To light, to shrink
Instead remain
Both steady and calm
With outstretched hands
And don't forget
That always with each end
Comes ending ways
And that these present days
Are such moments but a single blink
Be patient with your family. Speak consciously. You won't always have them.
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