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Jade Welch Mar 13
If only you could see
how your soul has captivated me;
maybe then you would love yourself the way I do.
Seanathon Jan 10
When the sun and moon and stars align
And the darkness is most bitter sweet
On the backside of our turning time
With inches meaning less and less
It's where our two perspectives meet

And when the rolling river cuts its path
Down beneath the deep, the grand abyss
As the ages pass on through and trough
That's when I will recant
That’s when I will return to you

For as the arrows fly and pass you by
So the winds of change flow steadily on
Both forward and through every tree
Yet inching towards to former fount
Only when in stillness will I ever be

For it's between this heaven and this earth
Between the sun and moon and land and sea
It is WHEN we only care about
When it ought to be the man to be

Heaven our impatience
Earth our wonder
Wind a wandering mind to keep
Between is no other
When? WHEN.
Nathalie Dec 2018
Being yourself means
being real, being true
to what truly matters
to you, it doesn't
have to be deemed
perfect by others...

We are conditioned
to think that what
others think have some
kind of truth
about who we are

But people will always
perceive things differently
so how can we give them
that much power

At the end of the day
the face in the mirror
is the one you see

Have you done your best
Have you loved
Are you being loyal
to yourself

In the end that is
what matters...

noren Sep 2018
Ships don't
make a journey,
waves do...
Seas don't
make an adventure,
storms do...
Eric Babsy Sep 2018
You are my candy, so sweet.
I am lost without you; I can not compete.
When I am with you I feel complete.
This is the kind of loss I can not defeat.
When I lick the skin it tastes sumptuous.
Your lips are scrumptious.
Oh no what happened I miss you so much.
With all the moments we shared; I still long for your touch.
I want to skip the dinner and go right to desert.
Now that you have gone away I miss the way we flirt.
The way you hair smelled.
I must confess I fell under your spell.
You hurt me when our kingdom of love fell.
If you were here right now, I would kiss your lips and deeper into love I would have fell.
I am hooked on you and can not resist.
I need you again or will no longer exist.
Although you made your choice.
I must respect that; though I miss the sound of your voice.
I hope to love someone like you again.
Someone to take my love; everlasting until my peaceful end.
Do you realize what memories I perceive.
I will keep your picture and when I see it I feel relieved.
No, I am not telling this to deceive.
I just hope the peace between us has been released.
But I never want to feel as alone as I do now.
Your love will always stand tall in me, this I vow.
Ciara Jones Jul 2018
A painted mirror
With the image of love
Only intended to show her exterior
No matter the size of the shove

They pick spitefully
Tossing flecks of dried work
But she responds oh so delightfully
Forgetting her crafted worth

Born to show others an image they'd like to perceive
Dead to have not even the maker grieve
PoserPersona Jun 2018
Seeing is believing, for which we can perceive
Believing is seeing, for which we can't perceive
There are infinite things that are, let alone aren't
That we cannot even dream of, let alone chart
Living in shadows of a universe unknown
From stardust we are born, where from death do we go?
When we started we could see
People laughed and we didn't care
Now we getting up there
We will holler that we over here
With our God our fear
We won't be afraid
For our time is not near
But our time is now and here
For us to be revered
By those who once jeered
At us when others cheered
For they could see
That we didn't care
About what people said!
When you have ideas only, it takes faith to hold on to what you believe in even when friends and family discourage you.
rose Dec 2017
The way people perceive you isn't gospel
You're one of those flowers freckled alongside the highway
Always mistaken as a ****
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"The Look of Innocence"

I saw the look of innocence
Which i used to call stupidity
In the eyes of fresh young bodies
Moving freely about the planet
To see if they can find themselves
Or some thing worth it to be
Or merely exciting the senses
I don't know which but i guess
And think i know a big mistake
That fades a bit from time to time
To let me perceive now and then
New realities and or concepts
Like the look of innocence
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