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Ron Mar 2017
Do you see?
There is more to this
I know there is
How can I see?
I have not found out
But I will
elizabeth Mar 2017
The fog in my mind
Thickens with each
Thought that runs through.
The darkness seems so
Endless; like the abyss
Of the ocean was shoved
Inside my head and remained
There for the rest of my days.
It is hard to see light
Ahead of me now.
It is hard to see through
The terribly dense fog.
It is even hard to see that
Anything matters.
**Especially me.
March 7, 2017.
Kenya83 Mar 2017
Oozing charm and fluency, over exuberantly, without vanity or pride or an arrogance of mind
remaining humble and kind
looking just fine
Not with the fittest physic or perfect teeth, manicured hands drenched in gold leaf
Or a sharp suit and tie which underneath emptiness lies
But a beauty that shines bright like a beacon
signalling hardship, success, failure, determination
Strong and truthful
Unapologetically flawed
Lost youth and adult gains
Ageing memories and hunger pains
slight wrinkles, cheeks with dimples
passion,
it's quite simple
perfection is meaningless
It lacks personality and taste
Humility, humour and good grace
The hard times you stared point-blank in the face
However, on the other hand
It's like you're from another land
Im lost
In your perfect imperfections
Filters and airbrush aren't a true reflection
Of the life you've lived of the story you've told
When you've been weak when you've been bold
what made you happy or caused you stress
How you like to chill and rest
Or put your mind and body to the test
I want to see what makes you, you
I long to see it all
For its what makes you beautiful
Nox Feb 2017
You see me smile

and you think I'm happy.

But I haven't been in a while

and hopefully you can know it's you.

You think I'm no longer sane

but you shuld know

that my smile holds pain.
JAC Feb 2017
In a world where natural tendency
And temptation is feared
But hatred and ignorance
Make us comfortable
We that love and we that see
Are crushed by responsibility.
In response to some of what's going on in the world. This is just one response, but one that may be shared.
RyanMJenkins Feb 2017
The heated metal from the kettle steams the rebel in me.  The panic planted will vanish after a mindful pouring of tea.  Lets replace our hazardous waste with a serene moment of peace.  Funny the way honey laced stardust grace tastes - bringing about a face to please.
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 All of the tension fear and grief.
Stop with the constant judging of self by day of week
Start seeing the Synchronicities in and out of dreams
Visualize&Recognize; how to be still like trees,
Mighty yet stay playing with the rain and the breeze
Understand there is growth in what has been deemed defeat.
So let's bloom with groovy tunes and ascend above the streets.
Zoom into the moon reflectIng light with ease
Thank you for all your time sharing the air to breathe.
Hearts connected to the rhythm where we are beautifully free~
Ma Cherie Feb 2017
What do you mean to me?

Well,
you are my ability to see,
my vision of who I really want to be,
you know me, you show me,
to touch it, to love it,
to know it -my fear,
to feel safe with you,
year after year,

Now I can finally can hear,
and I stop to appreciate the smell,
of the roses -
with an intoxicating,
   and probably forgone spell,

As I say you really reach me,
to see deepness in the well,
you show me,
you always teach me,
in my sadness, you mustn't dwell,
you flatter and you preach me,
as my fears they all dispel,
to know you, to share you,
know  your
s  e  c  r  e  t  s
you never need to tell,
we know we're not bound,
for no heaven and no hell,
and yours and mine,
is no soul to try and sell,
as we tamper sad and past regrets
and your fears I hope to quell,
clean from life our sins and sweat,
and hey well that's just swell,

As you and I,
really trust no other soul at all,
you trust me,
an I trust you,
I'll catch you baby if you should ever fall,

So to show you how much I -
I truly care - it's true,
my valentine I say to thee,
on  bended knee,
  I DO,
honestly I do- I REALLY, I REALLY DO,
yes, I do, I do- I LOVE YOU too-
my skies are now and always blue,
we can find this love anew,
let's try, let's fly,

As long as you're around to hold my hand,
yes I'd wear a loving band,
to tie me to that heart-

You are my sunny Mr. Bright,
you brought your sun to my sky,
and who the hell needs Mr. Right,
you blind me anyway,
with that kind of  light,
unbind me from being wound to tight,
you find me - and then I'm right,
you mind me- in the deep of night,

As I go off  into all the vast,
and,
unknown
beautiful parts,
of your sweet and sacred loving heart,
and your shattered spirit,
couldn't even tear us apart,
don't you ever worry -
I GOT THIS

Thank you for helping me,
to help myself, to help me see,
allowing us ,
for you and I-
to be,
you are a such a beautiful mystery,
and thank you for our history,

I hope I help you too,
thank you for all that you will ever do,
I promise myself now to you
my heart from now forever will be true,
I hope we find the haunting silver lining,
we will relish in our discovering,
as daunting is our pining,
every day is so revealing,
as your sun is always shining,
the layers away we're peeling,
I finally see the gems we're mining,
every night with you so healing,
we can do it together-
we can kick the ceiling,
I guess I really do love this feeling,
of being totally lost in love,

You are like the ancient,
broken stone mosaics,
of a distant and intriguing,
Mesopotamia,

You are so very much more beautiful,
a broken shrapnel,
a piece of shard,
shining, stunning so brilliant,
a diamonesque,
I say,
the bard,
you're as pretty as those diamonds are,
but your heart not quite as hard,

These intense diamond-like stars,
they illuminate your shiny soul,
lovely mysterious and fragile,
you are infinitely more beautiful ,
than when you are seen as just a whole,

And so the beautiful artist that is you
is everything to the poet in me.

Ma Cherie © Feb 14 2017
Just because I love him, inspired maybe just want him to know wrote awhile ago and just finished hope you are all well this made me cry in beautiful tears- ❤❤❤ from Vermont
Nayana Nair Jan 2017
In an unguarded moment

I saw what it is, to not see myself.

The fogged up mirror

didn’t let my reflection reach me.

And what reached me was

just a picture colored out of lines.

The more I looked at my obscured face,

the more I was convinced

that the faces was not mine.

The more I was convinced of the face being a stranger’s,

more easier it was for me to love and accept it.

If I could see myself as someone else

how easier it would be to live my life.

Not knowing what I know about myself,

not knowing what I think.

To  be what I am and what I am not at the same time.

How easier it would be , if this is

what I saw in mirror everyday.

How beautiful can be not knowing, not seeing.

Only smudged shades of colors.

A face not mine.
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