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I see you, seeing the real me; the woman who hides. The woman who hides behind the pain of familial hurts that refuse to fall off and die. I see you, seeing me, looking at me deeply with your heart. I see you looking into my eyes; who are you really looking at? What are you looking for? I have pain yes, I have hurts, yes. I have pains that you’ll never want to know about. But your eyes, your eyes are the window to my soul. That night at the table I saw you, looking at the real me. I saw the deepness inside of you, through your eyes. I saw your devotion; you reached out to me and gave me something I’ve never had before, real strength. You say to me, “life is too short to be unhappy.”   Because of your strength, I am working on just that, being happy. Because of the way you look into me, I am clearing out the sadness and clutter that has kept my life in deep dis-repair.   I am working on not allowing any person; place or solitary thing, to steal my joy, and to keep me down. Because of the way you look into me, I am a work in progress. Because of the way you look into my soul, I am working on making changes that you see deep inside of a broken me. When I look into your eyes, I see feelings; I see strength, I see the power of what a really good man can actually do. I see a drop of golden honey, that gets sweeter and sweeter with each passing day. When I look into your eyes, I see my future being put together with grains of sand, that bind us together to heal both our pasts.  When you look into my eyes, I feel you inside of me. Your strength is helping me heal, you are rebuilding my hurts; pains, and all of my disappointments. When you sit next to me and stare into my eyes; my soul is being autographed by your character. You give me a portion of your strength when your eyes look through me and see my pain. Your eyes see something in me that I ever knew was there, because your eyes are the window   to my healing soul, I can work on healing myself, and release my hidden pain and sadness.
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:01 PM UTC
YOUR EYES (ARE THE WINDOW TO MY SOUL)
I see you, seeing the real me; the woman who hides. The woman who hides behind the pain of familial hurts that refuse to fall off and die. I see you, seeing me, looking at me deeply with your heart. I see you looking into my eyes; who are you really looking at? What are you looking for? I have pain yes, I have hurts, yes. I have pains that you’ll never want to know about. But your eyes, your eyes are the window to my soul. That night at the table I saw you, looking at the real me. I saw the deepness inside of you, through your eyes. I saw your devotion; you reached out to me and gave me something I’ve never had before, real strength. You say to me, “life is too short to be unhappy.”   Because of your strength, I am working on just that, being happy. Because of the way you look into me, I am clearing out the sadness and clutter that has kept my life in deep dis-repair.   I am working on not allowing any person; place or solitary thing, to steal my joy, and to keep me down. Because of the way you look into me, I am a work in progress. Because of the way you look into my soul, I am working on making changes that you see deep inside of a broken me. When I look into your eyes, I see feelings; I see strength, I see the power of what a really good man can actually do. I see a drop of golden honey, that gets sweeter and sweeter with each passing day. When I look into your eyes, I see my future being put together with grains of sand, that bind us together to heal both our pasts.  When you look into my eyes, I feel you inside of me. Your strength is helping me heal, you are rebuilding my hurts; pains, and all of my disappointments. When you sit next to me and stare into my eyes; my soul is being autographed by your character. You give me a portion of your strength when your eyes look through me and see my pain. Your eyes see something in me that I ever knew was there, because your eyes are the window   to my healing soul, I can work on healing myself, and release my hidden pain and sadness.
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I want to love you So deeply That deepness itself Looks shalow.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Deeper than deepness itself
Deepness has no limit.. Love has no end.. there are no words that could explain.. Only Spirit..   The generosity.. The effort..  The feeling of being gropped.   Held hostage by the ******* of life, uncontrollably.. The only control is of self.. Which indeed is....   A very special thing
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
No Limit
The deepness of the ocean Reminds me of the profundity of my soul Strength of my words Level of my patience Power of my love Emptiness of my eyes And storm struggling within myself
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
Deepness
She blows the soft smoke gently away sitting on her windowsill, the third floor the darkened horizon melts drowsily leaving its mysteries to her own heart as it is not full enough of the madness She rises slowly with the sweet smoke turning her head towards the mirk sky what is there to see, in her own world closing the eyes to travel infinitely far as the honey is melting in the tepid tea She throws her glass of wine away she smiles and cries as nobody sees the darkness, deep and cruel but sweet as is her heart, dark, but yet so soft and kind painful and hateful, yet so loving and forgiving mad and crazy but so deeply understanding Why only the crescent comprehends only the stars listen to the quiet melody the songs of love and pure wistfulness she knows everything but is scared of living as the world is not kind, instead, it is cruel the fear, the unknown, the failure of life itself She puts her finger in the darkened wine and draws a line on the wall with blood enjoying the sadness and loving to hate She likes to be alone, alone, sweet world You, always alone in your deeds and thought She sees from far, a distant closeness engulfs only art saves the heart, only beauty consoles the crescent starts to fade slowly and softly many of the clouds swim towards their path covering the moon and leaving her lying Withering away as in the mind of destruction where everything can make a nest within itself she lies there motionlessly, silently, calmly listening to every sound her heart whispers to her as the music starts to play in her head of frenzy She lived once but not anymore, as all fades where does this crippling melancholy lead to the stars never wrote a script for the existence but they gave the mind a code to decipherer as they gave the heart a wisdom to learn from She pours the sweet Bordeaux in front of her gulping in sips, turning her head, staring ahead all is sweet, all is beauty, all is art if only you see shadow the pain and leave it intact for the truth as the time flows between her fingers to eternity
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
Under Crescents
She blows the soft smoke gently away sitting on her windowsill, the third floor the darkened horizon melts drowsily leaving its mysteries to her own heart as it is not full enough of the madness She rises slowly with the sweet smoke turning her head towards the mirk sky what is there to see, in her own world closing the eyes to travel infinitely far as the honey is melting in the tepid tea She throws her glass of wine away she smiles and cries as nobody sees the darkness, deep and cruel but sweet as is her heart, dark, but yet so soft and kind painful and hateful, yet so loving and forgiving mad and crazy but so deeply understanding Why only the crescent comprehends only the stars listen to the quiet melody the songs of love and pure wistfulness she knows everything but is scared of living as the world is not kind, instead, it is cruel the fear, the unknown, the failure of life itself She puts her finger in the darkened wine and draws a line on the wall with blood enjoying the sadness and loving to hate She likes to be alone, alone, sweet world You, always alone in your deeds and thought She sees from far, a distant closeness engulfs only art saves the heart, only beauty consoles the crescent starts to fade slowly and softly many of the clouds swim towards their path covering the moon and leaving her lying Withering away as in the mind of destruction where everything can make a nest within itself she lies there motionlessly, silently, calmly listening to every sound her heart whispers to her as the music starts to play in her head of frenzy She lived once but not anymore, as all fades where does this crippling melancholy lead to the stars never wrote a script for the existence but they gave the mind a code to decipherer as they gave the heart a wisdom to learn from She pours the sweet Bordeaux in front of her gulping in sips, turning her head, staring ahead all is sweet, all is beauty, all is art if only you see shadow the pain and leave it intact for the truth as the time flows between her fingers to eternity
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Earthly matter physicality In the sense Of feel and touch Self retaining Soullessness Strife with every wave Of emotion Cause and effect A decaying Particle Adrift truly Alone Past imprint On a once spirited Mind Forgotten Erased Replaced New mask new face
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC
Private thoughts
those self depreciative thoughts running through your brain again and again 'cause in a world that no one comprehends your deepness and intensity, you're bound to feel left out inappropriate sad and wrong. you do are enough. you do are funny. you do are caring and generous. and if they don't value all these great qualities you have then, it's their lost, okay? not your ******* fault. keep doing you. that's the bravest thing to do.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
feeling weird
As feelings get deeper, your heart gets heavier. You feel it in your chest. As they will burst .                         ˚  ·   like a star      ✫ ·     .       ⊹     .      ·           ✵   in the universe.      ·  .    * *    ✦    .  ✵  *  .
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
feelings
I’m seeking inspiration, as this is what I am lacking, For me be the source of this, A tranquil guide, my focus, my distraction Tell me the stories of what makes your heart so tender. Show me your memories, and allow me to imagine you as a child Tell me of what you fear and what creates warmth within you. Let me discover what makes your body tremble Allow me to see your smile which is hidden, to hear the laughter when your kind of comedy is spoken, The real, the genuine and the deepness within you This is what I wish to be my inspiration.
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Inspiration
In the heart of the jungle past the thick and murky swamps, through the mist and the unending rain lies a place that will leave you never the same. It is a silent place, quite and tranquil wisdom radiates from mossy green gates. Cool waters babble softly to one another. Silent meadows bask in the shade. Golden light cascades from on high a mysterious deepness written in the sky. The stillness of the wood written on the faces of the jungle. Nothing stirs nothing moves. Life is frozen, paused in a eternal embrace. Locked in sweet paralysis drowning in the serenity that surrounds. In the stillness of the wood that is where you will find me.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
The Stillness of the Wood