#frailties - Hello Poetry

high heels red lips your weakness but does it help love deeper?

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Apr 6, 2021

Apr 6, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC

mindofmine

frailties

high heels red lips your weakness but does it help love deeper?

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_𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎; 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘-𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, . . . 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 __𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎__ . . . 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢._

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Oct 8, 2021

Oct 8, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC

annh

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_𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎; 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘-𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, . . . 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 __𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎__ . . . 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢._

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Remembering our dead Mansions, or humble abodes Virtues or deeds Learned by heart Nights of gladness Morning sorrows Stories as grains of sand Forming eternal rocks Or leaves from a tree Shelters of hopes and dreams Ocean waves drowning breath Dreams crumbling as castles Small homes becoming shrines Images we choose, or not Our great grands looking back Thinking of us as we of ours Long for memories to grow Good grows as hands reach out In time to lift, serve or destroy Things break and lose charm Those we feared and loved Or guides found with sobs Moments of shared delight Human frailties, loss and pain Keep us in want Never enough, always too much The hell of heaving Infernos of inherited pride Or careful purpose and deeds Blessing those left We follow their climb When plotting our course In darkness hides the light Doors close in mind

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC

martacweeks

Last Breath

Remembering our dead Mansions, or humble abodes Virtues or deeds Learned by heart Nights of gladness Morning sorrows Stories as grains of sand Forming eternal rocks Or leaves from a tree Shelters of hopes and dreams Ocean waves drowning breath Dreams crumbling as castles Small homes becoming shrines Images we choose, or not Our great grands looking back Thinking of us as we of ours Long for memories to grow Good grows as hands reach out In time to lift, serve or destroy Things break and lose charm Those we feared and loved Or guides found with sobs Moments of shared delight Human frailties, loss and pain Keep us in want Never enough, always too much The hell of heaving Infernos of inherited pride Or careful purpose and deeds Blessing those left We follow their climb When plotting our course In darkness hides the light Doors close in mind

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I will paint a sky of stars in our room away from burdening lights, fill the road with laughter even as the sun sets behind a shadowy treeline The city across the lake will stay quiet as ripples make their way to shore lather the sand beneath our feet wiggle our toes close our eyes look up and taste the scent of manna everyday for the first time.

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC

m-g-hsieh

If I could (only human)

I will paint a sky of stars in our room away from burdening lights, fill the road with laughter even as the sun sets behind a shadowy treeline The city across the lake will stay quiet as ripples make their way to shore lather the sand beneath our feet wiggle our toes close our eyes look up and taste the scent of manna everyday for the first time.

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