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Teach me how to be mean show me how to be clean   Teach me teach me teach me Teach me how to be mean show me how to be clean Show me the way How to smile in pain   Show me that we will never leave our sides show me every star in the sky Show me every lie show me every surprise Show me every scar Show me every dream Show me every surprise Show me that twinkle in your eye
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
Fumbled
Don't you know who I am? I am your Wife...to be cherished and admired by you. I can't be something I'm not! I am me...that's who I was born to be...I can't be who you want. I'm not a Victorias Model, not a Super Model, not even pretty by any standards. I've gained some weight, and I have more wrinkles now then when you met me. I'm sorry for growing old...sorry for not looking better...sorry for not being who you should be in love with. I am not sorry being me. It's who I am. If you can't see that, then I suppose you'll just have to carry out your miserable life with me....or get a Divorce!
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
~I'M SORRY~
_ she spent her entire life chasing diamonds only to realize that her greatest treasure was always beside her whispering in her ear "you're more precious than all the riches of this world." _
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
diamonds.
they ordered to tell a poetry about tat beauty who would come i prepared and reminded but i didn't tell because the raw of poets were so long i sat out i forgot the time one sat beside i looked toward she said awful poet all wanted me to admire the love is emperor it would be the governor of every heart of lover i laughed and took the poetry i cut it it in small way i said one word if you were not admired who could else be admired i walked no i ran because, i was prison by hers
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
poetry to beauty
Beauty is present but the soul isn't. You speak with golden specks on your tongue. You walk with the grace of doves. Your laugh is like the morning sun. But yet you still fall short where love doesn't manage. You quiver to the thought of happiness and cringe at the sight of laughter. They all scream "you're a diamond in the rough." But what is jelewry when it's not sought after and what is art when it's admired by all but one? You're aware of the power you carry, the beauty you conceal. The weapons your heart bares and the pain running through your veins. They painted you a mural but they failed to read the description - " commended by all, tamed by none."
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Description
There was a dear She was wild Lived in a jungle The lions saw her They believed they can eat Her with one bite And they can hurt With their nail The wolves saw her Walking without fear Showing her beauty Walking with very happy They thought they had her So they all follow her The foxes noticed her She was walking there They could catch her So they all approach When she looked at them When they saw her face When they gazed in her eyes They all admired her They all loved her They followed her They play with her They admired her Suddenly she had gone They searched for her They looked everywhere Who saw the wild dear? At the night the lion appeared He called with high voice Come ,come my dear I invited you to be her To stay with us To amuse us With your beauty face I am the king of  that world if you return indeed Did she return ? Did she appear?
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
a beauty dear
In the back of my head I know every conor I've Memorized each and      Every curve I've              Calculated             Precisely         In the midst      Of all the chaos    I am only tuned to   To the sound of her   Feet lightly pressing   Against the ground    Each m o r n i ng i     Count every ste p      If I ever get to 10      Maybe thn I will      Open my mouth       And empty the         Way I feel of           her beauty
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Beauty's shape
I feel like a fraud Because this image was built up around me As if I am this thing to be admired Now this was the doing of others But I encouraged it Because I was desperate to be different To be special The spotlight was on me, so I took it an ran As if that one chance was a shift And from that point on I was a breakout star But one moment doesn't change a thing And just as quickly as I was brought to the top I have been knocked down And I feel like a fraud Because others had to work hard to earn What was once handed to me And the second I felt what they did I cried and complained Instead of learning to earn my place
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Fraud
Ivy. It grows everywhere. It can be poisonous, or harmless. Either way, it's ivy. I want to be like ivy. A part of nature, never to die. But what use is nature, when it sits and lies? When it has no purpose, other than to survive. Isn't that the same as humanity? Ivy is like humanity. It grows around whatever it latches onto. It adapts to it's environment. It can be used, and even admired. It can also be hated, and even decimated.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
Ivy
to me love is like a rose garden you walk down each row admiring the individuality of each every rose is beautiful like love they say not to pick the roses what is everyone picked them meant to be admired not touched i am guilty of picking the roses they sit in a vase in my room i seem to pick the roses that remind me much of myself usually delicate and light not classic yellow light pink you used to give me light pink you knew who i was delegate not fulled bloomed but exotic and beautiful love is a rose garden i want my own.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
love is like a rose garden
sturdy stem of throns a fragile soul grow strung like barbwire withering very slow soft to the touch older day by day no longer admired perfume fading away folding over in sorrow petals they slowly fade from the dying rose losing beauty it has made last petal crumbles dusting Earth's floor for the dying rose happiness is no more
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
Last pertal
By Arcassin B & dawn AB: Roses on a coffin couldn't stop me from lovin her, Her dark humor was a treasure to all, Admired by thousands and if not then all, She lit up the base of this room, Even where they north wing was, My suckle honey bee that buzzed, With a cause and an effect to this love I have for her, Missing her made my eyes flow of rivers, With fishes and alligators, We'll save the streams for later, Like wall-e and Eve, Adam he took your place, And even I can sense her presence through a paper plate, Being there for her would a scouts honor, I'll push all my paperwork aside for some sweet talk, Awww ! Now look at her, making me all soft, Angels bless the footsteps she leaves, Covered in dirt, But not hard to detect, Trust me I'll always give her all my respect, Skip rocks in the pond By the old cemetery, Walk across the bridge on the old dirt roads, The adventure to us is a must, We could celebrate with cheese and crackers, She was tempted to touch, Doesn't bother her as much, To have sensual healing, Being molested, she wasn't use to much, But I comfort her, Laying my eyes apon the very power deep in her soul, And for the people that hurt her, Always a grudge I must hold, We gave me everything and more and I won't take that for granted, The measure of our time together will be a perfect candid. DK: She is the sweet breezes of the solemn yard How she laughs in the face of my demons As if a walking harmony I lie awake nights to draw down the moon Thick with hollowed air Sweet pollen in my ears We were bound in the stars Ebb and flow are my waters Predator and prey Let them be where they lay No room for penance today A celestial facade Or a wall made of stone My infallible faith The quiet tones of my dreams The vision steals my breath To my internal depths I may continue her path The blood of the earth Just open your heart My word is my honor
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
"Time Together" (collab w/ Dawn King)
By Arcassin B & dawn AB: Roses on a coffin couldn't stop me from lovin her, Her dark humor was a treasure to all, Admired by thousands and if not then all, She lit up the base of this room, Even where they north wing was, My suckle honey bee that buzzed, With a cause and an effect to this love I have for her, Missing her made my eyes flow of rivers, With fishes and alligators, We'll save the streams for later, Like wall-e and Eve, Adam he took your place, And even I can sense her presence through a paper plate, Being there for her would a scouts honor, I'll push all my paperwork aside for some sweet talk, Awww ! Now look at her, making me all soft, Angels bless the footsteps she leaves, Covered in dirt, But not hard to detect, Trust me I'll always give her all my respect, Skip rocks in the pond By the old cemetery, Walk across the bridge on the old dirt roads, The adventure to us is a must, We could celebrate with cheese and crackers, She was tempted to touch, Doesn't bother her as much, To have sensual healing, Being molested, she wasn't use to much, But I comfort her, Laying my eyes apon the very power deep in her soul, And for the people that hurt her, Always a grudge I must hold, We gave me everything and more and I won't take that for granted, The measure of our time together will be a perfect candid. DK: She is the sweet breezes of the solemn yard How she laughs in the face of my demons As if a walking harmony I lie awake nights to draw down the moon Thick with hollowed air Sweet pollen in my ears We were bound in the stars Ebb and flow are my waters Predator and prey Let them be where they lay No room for penance today A celestial facade Or a wall made of stone My infallible faith The quiet tones of my dreams The vision steals my breath To my internal depths I may continue her path The blood of the earth Just open your heart My word is my honor
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? when an orange drops from the tree in my garden i do not leave it in the soil to rot but gently pick it out and wash it and place it in the fruit bowl . there it stays upon the kitchen table as if made to be admired ! and when it cannot be admired more (having somewhat lost of its appeal) i do not throw it out as all ungrateful mothers' children do i eat it and Thank God
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
The Orange