#admired
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
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
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!
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
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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
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
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
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."
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
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?
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
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
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
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
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
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.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
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.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
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
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
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
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
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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
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC