#nomask - Hello Poetry

I have no costume on I wear no mask I see what you see I hear what you hear My heart is not a spider web Nor will it catch you off guard It ain’t a skeleton in the closet As you can see what I see I have no spooky ideas I have no creepy creations Maybe I am the abnormal As my mask is the see through one Life is not a costume parade Nor it needs to be one day wonder It becomes a miracle When we share what we feel Say what you feel day in and day out Until the zombies go out I will surely see what you see I will hear what you hear

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Oct 31, 2019

Oct 31, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC

ts-ray

Halloween Chronicles

I have no costume on I wear no mask I see what you see I hear what you hear My heart is not a spider web Nor will it catch you off guard It ain’t a skeleton in the closet As you can see what I see I have no spooky ideas I have no creepy creations Maybe I am the abnormal As my mask is the see through one Life is not a costume parade Nor it needs to be one day wonder It becomes a miracle When we share what we feel Say what you feel day in and day out Until the zombies go out I will surely see what you see I will hear what you hear

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he was a no mask man he looked into my eyes into my soul he pulled me forth caused my mask to fall his open vulnerability and strength his cheeky smile his sincerity his presence his desire for a better world he held me in every way it's possible to hold a person he held me like a baby like a woman like a child like a lover i didn't realise how much i needed to be held he looked at me as if i was the most beautiful woman in the world as if i truly was his angel i felt like an angel when i was with him he looked at me with eyes of pure love pure love he danced with me ate with me sat with me listened to me held me loved me He was a no mask man We said yes to the world Yes to life

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Nov 23, 2017

Nov 23, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC

whisper-yes

Angels of Love

he was a no mask man he looked into my eyes into my soul he pulled me forth caused my mask to fall his open vulnerability and strength his cheeky smile his sincerity his presence his desire for a better world he held me in every way it's possible to hold a person he held me like a baby like a woman like a child like a lover i didn't realise how much i needed to be held he looked at me as if i was the most beautiful woman in the world as if i truly was his angel i felt like an angel when i was with him he looked at me with eyes of pure love pure love he danced with me ate with me sat with me listened to me held me loved me He was a no mask man We said yes to the world Yes to life

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We spend so much time editing ourselves, correcting every little thing that displeases. Even my poetry is revisited, trying to pretty up all my diseases. But I no longer want to appear "neat" or "tidy". I want to show the world all the things I am hiding... It is difficult to do the right things, some times I would rather sin, but then I remember Who gave me new life again. I lay in my bed too long when I wake, trying to read my bible, but like the disciples I fall asleep... I am too hard on myself, thinking I need to be perfect. Other times I don't try hard enough, out of fear that it isn't worth it. I struggle to forgive, others and myself. I struggle to realize only I can choose to not live in hell I want to restore relationships, but sometimes I fear it hurts too much. I am working on remembering Who is my source of love. My biggest admission, is that I try to control. I want to tell God how to write the story, thinking my words are some how better or more bold. When in reality He is author of every single thing. I am reminding myself I am lucky to even be written into a single page.

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC

jennifer-weiss

In The Morning Light

We spend so much time editing ourselves, correcting every little thing that displeases. Even my poetry is revisited, trying to pretty up all my diseases. But I no longer want to appear "neat" or "tidy". I want to show the world all the things I am hiding... It is difficult to do the right things, some times I would rather sin, but then I remember Who gave me new life again. I lay in my bed too long when I wake, trying to read my bible, but like the disciples I fall asleep... I am too hard on myself, thinking I need to be perfect. Other times I don't try hard enough, out of fear that it isn't worth it. I struggle to forgive, others and myself. I struggle to realize only I can choose to not live in hell I want to restore relationships, but sometimes I fear it hurts too much. I am working on remembering Who is my source of love. My biggest admission, is that I try to control. I want to tell God how to write the story, thinking my words are some how better or more bold. When in reality He is author of every single thing. I am reminding myself I am lucky to even be written into a single page.

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