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Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Am waiting for a courageous mind
who'll place her head on my chest
listen to my beating heart and hear
every truth embedded in each beat
Am waiting for a big caring heart
which'll be patient enough to tend
to every septic wound till they are
all mere scars, an appreciative eye
that can capture natural beauty
amid the twinkling stars in the sky
Am waiting for soft palms
to wipe the tears I cry
for kindness that can
make a soul sigh
not for perfection,
I just want
someone
true.
Scott Horror Dec 2015
The people
I hate most
have all
of the qualities
that I hate
about myself
Whitney Jade Aug 2015
Curls.
Lengthened, stretching
Auburn curls.
Winding around the delicacies
Of profound life.
Growing incandescently
In a newfound, unsound method.
Vibrant with innovation,
Yet in the same instance, arid.

Questionable.
Irresistible.
Undefinable.
Desirable.
Allego­rical.
Many are awe-struck by this oracle --

She loathes her curls.
Alan S Bailey Jul 2015
It's a vicious circle of love and hate,
Me and you,  you and me,
Cutting the thorns off around stem,
The rose looks beautiful,
Set next to me, all the color,
Nothing detracts from it,
But it's so hard to get them all,
The sheers are quite wonderful,
An extension, just like your hand,
Careful watch, gliding effortlessly,
Following cues is easy, fact of life,
Before we be ourselves let's take one
Moment to try to think of something
Besides how happy we would be,  right.

It's a thin line between masculine control
And making a women your prized treasure,
Like that rose if he takes more snips,
He can cut it down to "perfect measure,"
Have it to go with his set of trophies,
Whatever is the current prickly danger?
Fix it up, face the facts, your reputation flawed!
Until this rose is no longer so prickly sharp,
Makes it easy for me to have your cake and eat it,
In between your being *yourself and odd.
TSK May 2015
He had every item
on the checklist
but yet there was
no spark.
When I met you,
you left every box blank,
but burned that notepad
to simple ashes.
Mike Essig Apr 2015
Persist.
We are made
to persist,
to complete
the whole tour.
That is how
we find out
who we are.
   ~mce
Homage poem.
Lady Bird Jan 2015
no more than just an illusion
yet a face revealing the pain
which wasn't there before

a prisoner chained
by the requirements
without a key to free
the loving heart inside

a mirror with a scar
may not be perfect
yet each one is different
in its own special way so
don't overlook the qualities
a scar can sometimes hide

there's no way to turn back time
so why hold on to old pain?
let go of the echo's of the past
wipe away all the falling tears

little by little learn from the
mistakes made and change
the wrongs into the rights
with every new day
there is a new horizon
Nicole Nov 2014
Your eyes ,
               the look .

Your voice ,
               the words .

Your lips ,
               the silhouette .

Your smile ,
               the light .

Your body ,
               the strength .

You ,
               the perfection .

Your love ,  
               the perdition .
Raquel Butler Jul 2014
People are not flat and uninteresting,
they are more than their sexuality,
more than their race or ethnicity,
they are more then  their diseases and their disorders,
a person should not be judged based on a single factor of their lives,
they shouldn't be hated for loving a show or finding comfort in reading something you may not particularly care for at all,
people are more than their singular qualities,
People are complex,
People are beautifully and undeniably complex in a thousand bound and unbound wires that knot and twist and turn to form a being,
People are not these things at all,
People are these things as a whole.
forgive me i was crying writing this
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