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#shortcomings
I’ve read all your prose. I’ve seen all your poems. You know how this goes. You’ve been here before. Your shortcomings grow. Your absences show. You know how this goes. You’ve been here before. All cons and no pros. Your ponds are now froze. You know how this goes. You’ve been here before.
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Frozen Ponds
To the distances I could not go for you I will say a thing or two Maybe you will find in the vast field of canola The same sun kissed reasons For leaving behind the love of all seasons To tremble in the wake of one To the white noise we befriended You hand-in-hand with silence Wear the stars like midnight bloom The sun avoids our encounters And we become the founders Of bordered misunderstandings Blooming flowers, spring's demise, Winter creeps inside your eyes I would have left everything behind If it weren't for this unsettled mind But these vast fields of distances grow Through the skies and soil above and below And I, drowning in dreams of tomorrow, Have lost the map I was meant to follow Tell those distances I have yet to know That I'm still learning how to let go
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Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC
To the distances I could not go
Never STOP yourself to WONDER how BEAUTIFUL you're ,, Jealousy will cease you to RUN after more SUPERIOR than you.. Your beauty will not stop you, but your PRIDE on your beauty will LOCK your MOVE .. OPEN your HEART every time you open your EYES.. Make your soul LIVELY and as PLAYFUL as butterfly Who spends their whole LIFE , flying across AESTIVATIONS ,, Of singly coloured PETALS.... Holding the band of RAINBOW on their BACK... If they stop , to CHERISH their beauty It'll disturb the law.. UNAWARE of their BREATHTAKING beauty they're happy & BUSY.. So, if you're arrived for a JOURNEY Never make SONGS of your MISERIES Make your PAIN , a mole of CHEEK Not an EXCUSE to hide your FACE Never let your SHORTCOMINGS be the reason to RUN away from LIFE... They call crawling caterpillars UGLY But wishes to get KISSED from butterflies They're nagging , criticizing judgemental Can only PRAISE the Beauty... Nobody is INTERESTED in anyone's journey So BUSY to see transformation But Ready to Compare & to make PERCEPTION ......
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Beauty
Accept the pain for you to grow and gain; Accept the rejection for you to become stronger and more confident; Accept your shortcomings for you to see that you've always done your best in everything; Accept yourself for who you are; And be proud of yourself.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
Acceptance
"Could you name a shortcoming of yours?" and I stutter- I stop after nights of practice mindless rehearsing this should not be the question that turns me to a boulder hurls me off the cliff so I shatter while bystanders thank their lucky stars they weren't hit I've named thousands thanks to you but now the pain has muted me "I am shy" it's a lie
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
shortcomings
Before I die I want to learn to live in the moment this very moment I want to feel every breath If the sun is shining I want to let it go through me enlivening every cell If it rains I want to try to count the droplets and sense the life in them I want to learn to replace worry with wonder and regret with wisdom letting go of past traumas real or imagined I want to learn who I am and how to be true to that I want to learn my strengths to forgive my shortcomings to absolutely know myself I want to learn a thousand-thousand new words I want to learn to fly if only in my dreams before I die I want to learn to live!
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Flying
Human incompetence, Lack of common sense, Absolute inconsideration, Selfish abandoning of responsibility-- These will be the end of me.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
My Left Eye Is Twitching Uncontrollably
She took my hand, that lonely little child. Her eyes asked me a question for which I had no answer. I could count her young fingers without looking for she gripped so tight. What could I possibly say? The taller she got, the more frequently she let go and disregarded me. I can't blame her for those latent hateful tendencies. Still, she would come back, and every time her hand was just a little bigger, just a little stronger. It was inevitable and utterly unavoidable, but it still surprised me. The sky fell apart and showered her with woeful cries and broken dreams. The tragic beauty of shattering reality took my breath away. She let go of me, but this time, she shoved me hard into the black shadows of her nightmares, a permanent enemy of her innocent undertakings. I watched her from the corners of her subconscious, waiting for her to look at me. She ran like the devil was hot on her heels, but she was never afraid. She burned like fire, a bright star scorching the night and she was beautiful. The longer she burned, the more I feared she would sputter and die. I waited for her, ready to share my tears with only her. Then she fell, and she is still there, there before me. She is an unconscious huddle, a pile of glowing flesh and bone. I notice how she is more like a woman than any other woman I've ever seen. The ashes begin to fall, gray snowflakes drifting over her, the drab attempt to bring her back to earth. And she has fallen -- quite literally -- for the dusty act. She does not say anything. I weep as the inevitable engulfs her, that once child, still lonely. I wait for the darkness. Soon, there will be no light peeking through her soft confinement. But it's only getting brighter. I look carefully, and I am overwhelmed -- overjoyed-- as she burns like stars buried in the ash of the universe's shortcomings.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Stars
She took my hand, that lonely little child. Her eyes asked me a question for which I had no answer. I could count her young fingers without looking for she gripped so tight. What could I possibly say? The taller she got, the more frequently she let go and disregarded me. I can't blame her for those latent hateful tendencies. Still, she would come back, and every time her hand was just a little bigger, just a little stronger. It was inevitable and utterly unavoidable, but it still surprised me. The sky fell apart and showered her with woeful cries and broken dreams. The tragic beauty of shattering reality took my breath away. She let go of me, but this time, she shoved me hard into the black shadows of her nightmares, a permanent enemy of her innocent undertakings. I watched her from the corners of her subconscious, waiting for her to look at me. She ran like the devil was hot on her heels, but she was never afraid. She burned like fire, a bright star scorching the night and she was beautiful. The longer she burned, the more I feared she would sputter and die. I waited for her, ready to share my tears with only her. Then she fell, and she is still there, there before me. She is an unconscious huddle, a pile of glowing flesh and bone. I notice how she is more like a woman than any other woman I've ever seen. The ashes begin to fall, gray snowflakes drifting over her, the drab attempt to bring her back to earth. And she has fallen -- quite literally -- for the dusty act. She does not say anything. I weep as the inevitable engulfs her, that once child, still lonely. I wait for the darkness. Soon, there will be no light peeking through her soft confinement. But it's only getting brighter. I look carefully, and I am overwhelmed -- overjoyed-- as she burns like stars buried in the ash of the universe's shortcomings.
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