"sincereness" poems
I don't know why I hate myself so much.
How can I loath the body I was gifted,
Cry over the sincereness of my very own personality.
How can I tear down the height of my happiness,
Look myself in the delusive mirror just to accept it's biting lies.
How can I break this beastly habit?
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
From the way we act.
It's been said we could teach people love.
Especially lovers.
It's been stated our life isn't a front.
It's sincere with feelings.
The type of love that keeps people reeling.
And why shouldn't it?
We're in love for the long run.
Not willing to quit.
When the headache comes.
Yes, from the way we act.
We've been call role models for love.
We've been compared to angels from above.
When one's hurt.
We both hurt.
When one's happy.
We're both happy.
When one's blessed.
We both are blessed.
We're not afraid to testify about it.
Or shout out our love for one another.
From the way we act.
We're just real.
And that's the sincereness they see in us.
Pretense isn't apart of us.
Cause we're role model for love.
Put us on a pedestal.
And failure will not appear.
Cause we are true to the word of love.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
Ok, let me see, where to start? Ah ha!
Fav color-black
Fav flower-tiger lily
Fav season- spring
Fav activity-anything creative
Fav book-all books tht I've read
Hair-brown, medium length
Eyes-hazel (blue when really happy)
Height-5' 7"
Skin-lightly tan
Dislikes-rude/mean people
extremely cold weather
baked beans
grits
Fav music-country(but I like all genres)
Fav song-undecided
Likes-sincereness
animals
Fav animal-snake
I don't know what else to put about me, oh well
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
I can't stand the way you don't understand the light.
You imagine yourself painted in gold walking among sandy beaches as the tide comes in,
Sipping on a mimosa, biting at a croissant.
I imagine you think everyday will be like this.
Time grows a bit weary,
We go home,
We leave the tide behind, we can't bring the sand home, we have no space.
I'll be at my desk writing away at the next piece, the next big shot chance at trying to prove to you and the world I got it this time.
You'll go to work, you'll come home and
you'll tell me Sally isn't cut for the job but Andy, your boss, he won't fire her.
You'll look over my shoulder, think to yourself about how this one isn't going to be the big shot.
You'll tell me: "it's coming along well honey."
I won't here the sincereness flicker off your lips. There was no fire starter to begin with.
You'll crawl to bed,
You haven't the strength to speak to me in tongues.
I'll ask, "baby doll what's the matter?"
You'll tell me, "I can't stand this place. I can't stand the way the sunrises. We need to go back."
I'll tell you now, "baby doll, like Rick said to Ilsa, we'll always have Paris."
"We never even went to Paris," you'll say to me.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Paradise is the lost city of memory,
A place of eternal grace,
A place where those most sacred come for time of leisure escape;
When all is lost one will come back to Paradise,
It is here that one finds those that were once held in the highest regard,
With the dearest of sincereness,
Those memories held most accountable for dictating the direction of your heart,
This is what makes you come back to those tender moments of effortless ease
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
If you can't call.
Then don't e-mail me.
I'm into a voice.
Not by words of choice.
That many times seems forced.
I can connect to the warmth.
That will come across in your voice.
I can laugh at your mistakes.
Which we all make when speaking.
I careless about a text.
Where you find people hiding behind?
When arguing.
I wants the sincereness of truth.
Which I feel each time I'm speaking to you.
Which is coming from your voice.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 9:38 AM UTC
I caught the lack of sincereness that strung in between the words you put together and so called named an apology.
I remember the thin line of sympathy you tossed over as I overflowed the text box with my thoughts.
The way you so gracefully let go of it all, I was the feather in the wind.
As you tugged along the scrap of a string we called our forever, I wrapped myself up with what you threw away.
I tied together all the good things that lived within me and put myself together. Alone.
Everyday was a better day.
I sunk into my solitude and prospered like no other.
To think that we were suppose to be forever, to imagine that this thing we had going on would be thrown into the dirt like this.
Everything that gets put down into soil, evolves into what it is meant to be.
I am meant to shine, and you were only the beginning of one-sided growth.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Thou Shall love you.
Thou Shall cherish you.
Thou Shall kiss you.
Until you request me to stop.
Thou Shall respect you.
Thou Shall adore you.
Thou Shall protect you.
Until the very end.
The things of these thou shall is important to me.
You must create your only thou shall.
That's important to you.
Thou Shall remember your love.
Thou Shall worship your love.
Thou Shall forever be in love.
And remember the reason you love me.
What sincereness I receive?
Will be returned truthfully.
This you must believe.
Thou Shall hold you.
Thou Shall adore you.
Cause you bring our the best within me.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC