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The Lion Within She roars like a lion within me, filling me with fire. Her love is my one true desire. And with her, I feel invincible— conquering all, with her love as my principle. In her strength, I find my forever.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC
The Lion Within
To be able to be surrounded by people, and still feel alone. To be able to love with our soul, and not feel loved. To be able to own all the gold, and still feel empty. To be able to have nothing, and yet be the richest, because we have the warmth of those we love.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
To Be Able
She said she hated it when her husband said you are so **** She said she hated it when her husband gave compliments on her physical body And I saw tears on her eyes as she pouring her heart out to me And i know she really meant it... And i wonder how much pain this woman carries inside Her inner wounds, her bleeding scars waiting to arise Out of the quiet surface showing to public How chaos and messy her entire world would be when she felt into this stage of self-destructive And i know everybody has their own fight We all struggle one way or another in our life But i do feel so much sadness hearing her said "I wished i wouldn't be pretty so that nightmare didn't happen to me" And i wanted to tell her so much that Her beauty wasn't the root Of that ugly tragedy happened in her younger dates Though i know how far she has gone On her path of healing this intensively painful past i would still want to tell her that Denial does not work As right now she is denying This particular compliment her husband wanna give To a woman he sees as the only beauty on this earth And i would still want to tell her Even though he doesn't give The kind of compliment she prefers to receive This is somehow, a kind of therapy she needs to practice To acknowledge her own beauty physically, emotionally as she is And to learn how to receive compliments The real one, regardless of the forms they come in place since people giving compliment might not be good at warping gifts But in the end, its the love they want her to get love to heal to console to strengthen to make change those deepest unseen wounds she is carrying around along her journey on this planet...
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
For the suffering she
She said she hated it when her husband said you are so **** She said she hated it when her husband gave compliments on her physical body And I saw tears on her eyes as she pouring her heart out to me And i know she really meant it... And i wonder how much pain this woman carries inside Her inner wounds, her bleeding scars waiting to arise Out of the quiet surface showing to public How chaos and messy her entire world would be when she felt into this stage of self-destructive And i know everybody has their own fight We all struggle one way or another in our life But i do feel so much sadness hearing her said "I wished i wouldn't be pretty so that nightmare didn't happen to me" And i wanted to tell her so much that Her beauty wasn't the root Of that ugly tragedy happened in her younger dates Though i know how far she has gone On her path of healing this intensively painful past i would still want to tell her that Denial does not work As right now she is denying This particular compliment her husband wanna give To a woman he sees as the only beauty on this earth And i would still want to tell her Even though he doesn't give The kind of compliment she prefers to receive This is somehow, a kind of therapy she needs to practice To acknowledge her own beauty physically, emotionally as she is And to learn how to receive compliments The real one, regardless of the forms they come in place since people giving compliment might not be good at warping gifts But in the end, its the love they want her to get love to heal to console to strengthen to make change those deepest unseen wounds she is carrying around along her journey on this planet...
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They say there are three types of love, but respectfully I disagree. How can someone count, what one constantly bleeds? Can you imagine love so simple, like counting to three? Love is losing control, love is setting free, love is giving a stranger your seat. Love is breathless, love is bold, love is sharing a blanket in the cold. Love is pure, love is tragic, love is unintentional magic. Love cannot be stopped or contained. It just constantly happens. Love evaporates and falls from the clouds. It sneaks up on you when you don't want to be found. It is a force that knows no bounds. Love gets you out of bed, and helps you fall asleep. Love is always present even as you dream.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Counting Love
The sunlight cannot overcome the cloud, The water vapor blocks the rays from sight.  A tiny mouse can scare away a crowd, The powerful concede without a fight.  A mighty ship sunk by a little leak, A paper cut that makes a grown man cry, Vast canyons are eroded by a creek, Goliath felled by stone between the eye.  A single word can move a heart to feel, Or shatter into pieces bonds of trust.  One look belies whatever eyes conceal, One touch can turn a pious man to lust.  The meekest things can tame ferocity, The stillness of your soul has vanquished me.
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Sonnet To The Powerless
To look on love is to gaze at Jesus' face To start to understand the depth of Amazing Grace To look on love is to see past the faults to the good within To still be loved and cherished even when we sin To look on love we open ourselves to pain and heartache But to keep pressing on when it's all that you can take To look on love is to find someone who challenges us to grow Attuned so well that, when something is amiss, they know To look on love is to find a true friend; a treasure most precious of all And when you are in need they come breaking down the wall To look on love is to be at peace when there are no words Someone to carry you when the cross you bear really hurts To look on love is to see with eyes beyond the human mind That searching the depths of our souls we find To look on love is to take the joy with the pain And find sunshine in the middle of the rain To look on love is to find a place of inner peace Where light and life are found, fears are stilled, and troubles cease To look on love is to find that which does inspire And will find your soul's one true desire To look on love is a feeling so swell For love takes all but a lifetime to tell
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
To Look on Love
In the labor of birth he taught her the secret of life: to ride the waves of fear and take the ebs, the crests, let go.   She did not know the second wave of birth was yet to come. High, strong shrills of joy echoed through the hospital, reminding the world that miracles abound. Heart beat to heart beat they held each other bound for all time. Both free to their singular bodies, after their nine months as one. In the days after she reminisced about the first ultra sounds of watching his joyous twirling within. Bright with life and safe within her. His pattern of life set to the sun quickly.  His cries of hunger were as predictable and steady as the stars crossing the 2am February skies. All was calm in the darkness of winter. When the awe of birth settled purity shone bright, a swell arose. The eb pulled on her.  She began to sink into darkness. Each pull telling her no measure of love could ever keep her son from hurt. Her heart quickened, fracturing at the truth, collapsing releasing the lifetime of fear. All she was wounded by bled into their joy.  All that she doubted since her birth crested and peaked over them. The great flood of her emotions loomed over as she held him. She held her baby tight, heartbroken, she learned why mothers and children are smotherd and consumed in the waves of evil that await purity. It spoke to her, she became darkness, questioning his agonies and hardships he would endure. Her spirit thin and weak, broke and all went dark. In her last thoughts her mind looked for orientation. She held him, looking at his light.  Bright and pure.   "Stop shining they all see! Hide!" Her fears consumed her. The second wave of birth, that crests in the weeks following broke. She gave up and knew she was gone.  Her own light torn into darkness. Heart shattered, spirit broken she let go. In her last gaze back at the world she saw his light, flickering joyous, bright and eternal. It called to her, collected her and pulled her within his heart. He took them through her darkness, his purity and joy, his light, holding each other as the world of darkness passed and the miracle of life eased into days and weeks and years.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
Ride the Waves
In the labor of birth he taught her the secret of life: to ride the waves of fear and take the ebs, the crests, let go.   She did not know the second wave of birth was yet to come. High, strong shrills of joy echoed through the hospital, reminding the world that miracles abound. Heart beat to heart beat they held each other bound for all time. Both free to their singular bodies, after their nine months as one. In the days after she reminisced about the first ultra sounds of watching his joyous twirling within. Bright with life and safe within her. His pattern of life set to the sun quickly.  His cries of hunger were as predictable and steady as the stars crossing the 2am February skies. All was calm in the darkness of winter. When the awe of birth settled purity shone bright, a swell arose. The eb pulled on her.  She began to sink into darkness. Each pull telling her no measure of love could ever keep her son from hurt. Her heart quickened, fracturing at the truth, collapsing releasing the lifetime of fear. All she was wounded by bled into their joy.  All that she doubted since her birth crested and peaked over them. The great flood of her emotions loomed over as she held him. She held her baby tight, heartbroken, she learned why mothers and children are smotherd and consumed in the waves of evil that await purity. It spoke to her, she became darkness, questioning his agonies and hardships he would endure. Her spirit thin and weak, broke and all went dark. In her last thoughts her mind looked for orientation. She held him, looking at his light.  Bright and pure.   "Stop shining they all see! Hide!" Her fears consumed her. The second wave of birth, that crests in the weeks following broke. She gave up and knew she was gone.  Her own light torn into darkness. Heart shattered, spirit broken she let go. In her last gaze back at the world she saw his light, flickering joyous, bright and eternal. It called to her, collected her and pulled her within his heart. He took them through her darkness, his purity and joy, his light, holding each other as the world of darkness passed and the miracle of life eased into days and weeks and years.
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Young love; It's what burns between us with the power of a thousand flames, what consumes our mind and our souls. It's youthful, and so are we, careless about what people might think, what wrongs might happen, and where we might end up with such reckless loving. Our hearts are young, and so are the minds that are devoid of the knowledge, that what we have ignited has consumed us enough to burn us red. Red; the color of blood, and yet the color of love. It's full of power, full of passion. And so is our loving. Fearless as ever in each other's embrace, we burn with the power and passion, and together we face what we have ignited; our fearless, destructive, young love.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Young Love
You are big And I am small You have all the power I have no control at all I see you raise your hand And it comes crashing down It is hard to put on a smile The only thing you will see is my frown I still feel the sting across my face When you wave your belt at me It sends a painful shudder down my back And you don't hear my plea I don't know what I did All I can do is ask why I am in fear fo my life Do you like it when I cry Do you feel strong Is this my lot Did I do something Is it my fault Please stop the pain My life I do worry I don't want to hurt I am sorry I loved you Though it is not the same I wish I can leave I don't want to play this game It isn't fun I have the worse luck I wish I was done But I am stuck
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Strike me down
nothing can describe how i feel to thee thy heart shall pound only for thee let it be the gods envy me for you are the only one my heart see i don't fear death nor the fear of being killed i would die for my love and only for her i shall give my life thy heart shall be for her and no one else let those who bother be curse as i mutter if thy love shall be taken it'll be a war that would awaken not shall the god of war can stop me to take her back i shall strike those who opposed me for loving her like lightning by the hands of zeus shall strike thy foe let it be heard through the walls of heaven let hell hear the love that i would declare for her let none shall pass no one has the power not you not them not everyone for i love her
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Power of Love
One moment with you,one time to spend besides you is the feeeling of power of love you have ,your love to spend,your kindness to care and your touches to touch me with makes me see the existence of love Give me time ,give me you, my whole me loves your whole you, give me moment,give me more passion to spend with you but one touch to my skin,one love we could share,one moment you'll be mine forever, one moment would be all I need ,but one moment to spend is crucial....
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
One Moment to Spend