#proudness
Ten –
I loved you much
Nine –
As not anyone before.
Eight –
I forgave you a lot of
Seven –
Falsehood and lots more.
Six –
I threw into whirlpool.
Five –
I suffered meanness.
Four –
When it was cold,
Three –
I gave up proudness.
Two –
I waited for love in return,
One –
But I didn’t wait.
While I was waiting for your love,
My love got lost for late.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
The beauty of made beds?
Irony on the verge of beauty cope?
Settling bared for a beauty, in the name of sleep?
A question of simplicity, for beauty to requite a hope?
Soul, a passion has come, to ye...
Let with solemn have, and the actual
Powers that since, singing the soul of worth into view be
The rage of decency, to earn the better of a future who...
Pride is a laboring voice, with a moment to same notion
Needfulness with a bared truth, eats from the hand of beauty
Sound to solace, and the devil to see, is the world's sin
Comparing *** with a riddance's dance, is only lucre
How or the risks of hatred...
Know love like a challenge of sincerity, that hasn't
Adage and cares intoned with a house sulking, is terror's lead?
When avid is a searching heed, it is a voice that wasn't...
Save honor the time, and you will see...
A choice of significance to a wish, larger than life atoned
With the reasons of virtue, that began with a seeming victory
Of life in the grasp of love, that has sat a champion of a soul, one...
A chance meeting with something besides beauty...?
Sour and in deference to liberty, the question of earned kind
Is for the senses, of witnessing the grace it took, each
Idea of life continuing to be, the reality we made, for a heart and a mind...
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 3:01 AM UTC
Near the river
Flowing down,
Against the forest
Is its pawn.
And he is feeling
Not alone,
But he is carrying
Up his crown.
And in spite
Of his own will
It becomes night
And he feels ill.
Then the crown
Started to hurt,
He fell down
Weeping alone.
Then he touched
His burdened head
And he screamed
With his demand.
Then the forest
Raised against
Watching away
And too sad.
Then he saw
A million eyes
Watching him
And no one tries
To make him feel
No more afraid.
But there is still
Someone who cares
Who can stop his illness
And his denies.
But there's the crown
Pressing up the pain
And the pawn is falling down
Then he feels forsaken,
Again.
Then the girl in front of him
Who kept the secret 'bout the win
Called his name and near knelt,
Told him not to tight the belt.
'Cause the crown he's wearing now
It's the poison of his mind
And the pain he feels did grow
Represents his own mankind.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Be brave.
Be proud.
You're strong and mighty.
Don't let any other human being tell you otherwise.
Be you, why be less?
Show you're proudness through the way you live your life.
Make people wonder how can one be so proud.
Hold on to faith It's self. And hold on to Gods hand, let Him lead you threw the hard times.
You are unique and one of a kind. Hold on to what makes you, you.
Simply be kind to yourself. And motivate others.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC