relationships are water on the rock erosion rust on iron corrosion a match to nitroglycerin explosions it's love undeniable minor indiscretions unbeknownst to you picked apart it's having someone reliable to leave you stranded and alone in your moments dark joy undescribable when you're stabbed in the heart
Check the mirror And see for yourself The image you see Maybe different from ours
You may see scars But we see beauty You may notice the indifferences But we can’t t deny the perfect curves
You might have appreciated the beauty of others But how we wish you see the angle from ours Though sometimes you wish to have their features Know that we certainly wish we had some of yours!
To the people who wish they were someone else, know that others wish they were like you, too.
I made this poem for a friend who always think that she have gotten too fat or that she may not look good on pictures and was too hesitant to have her photo taken because of her own depiction of herself.... but in reality, she’s actually, really really gorgeous! She just doesn’t realize that.
i want to get out but there's a frog in my knees that won't allow me to move, it won't allow me to leave. i feel it in my throat now, and im all choked up. oh no its in my brain now, im waiting to erupt.
Him: I can see people move fast But she was in slow motion They're talking out loud As she walks to my direction She gave a lingering stare With her deep brown eyes And the stack of books she carries Tells me she's wise Her cheeks are painted With a light blush of pink Her sweet looking lips Made me hard to think An unbeknownst beauty Who could she be? I wish she didn't have to... Walk away so rapidly.
Man needs to reconsider his place in the universe. Upon my morning awakening, while enjoying a cup of coffee(another one of man's creations although albeit simply refined and utilized by us), I closed my eyes and heard not the sounds of nature, as one might assume would be the ideal, but the sound of a pneumatic air-pressure nailgun stapling shingles on a roof. Then, in sequence following that in a crescendo of sound I heard the distant lawnmower native to this local urban habitat, feeding on grasses. This was only soon to be followed by the wind-like sound of nearby automobiles slowly passing by. All of this muffling the sounds of the morning flyers (winged creatures of an inferior design unknown to us) presenting their songs, but falling on deaf ears . That's when I realized we are a product and slave of our own creations, when we should be a slave (or close sibling rather) to creations unbeknownst to us.