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Anna Dunn May 2011
Dont be pressured
Dont just go a long with the crowd
Dont dress just to impress
Dont overdo your make up
Honestly her weekness makes you a ****
Dont lie to me
Dont be pressured into telling secrets about me
Dont tell people what i trusted you to keep quiet
Dont  leave me in the dust when people insult you because i have stuck my neck out for you a million times on end,
Honestly, her  weekness broke our friendship up
I know how to be strong
Because others weekness has caused me so much pain
I know how to be strong
because im the only one who can keep my brother on his feet during hard family troubles
I know i have to be strong or i wont be successful.
I know that in the end the week kids never make it big.
Its survival of the fittest.
Stars sparks
Opaque sunlight
Window closed

Negative energy
Surrounding like a waves
Feathers clipped

Imagination blocked
Rolling n falling
Wrapped unheard

Silence walk
Rupturing own will
Clustering weekness



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paintbrush flows,  patterns unfold
occupied hours, the doors closed
hidden in plain sight
both a comfort and a weekness until
little black tablets make a colored world
turn down transparency so you can be seen

on the screen colors
are arranged so
rainbow connections
bring you closer to who you truly are
so embrace your new found colors
in this colorless existence

make a new layer
draw another line
pixel by pixel it all comes into place
blurring into existence
pixie wings and pictorial symphonies
swing open closets
I'm coming out
aaah so I haven't been on in a year! so much has happened! so many new poems to make! this one I've been working on for a few days. Imma keep coming back to it and fixing it up because I really like this one
Sea Side Storm Jun 2014
People are like vultures.
When they see the slitest bit of weekness they start to target you.

And when you fall and are to week to get back up they come and pick the flesh from your bones until there's nuthing left of you.

How many people out there still care about the strangers.
Everyone is a stranger at first
MrNobodysFav Aug 2017
Cry
I know to cry is a sign of weekness.
Still I weep.
I know to yearn is needy.
Still I long for your embrace.
I know the sky is full of wonder.
Still your glorious glow intrances me.
I know I don't deserve your mercy.
Still I pray for one last chance.
I know that hurt is blind by pride.
Still I hope to never see you cry.
Lost my heart...
Power of social leafs
Simple crust of my heart weeps
In the crowd of loneliness
Swimming to please magnetic ambience...
Perfection varies person to person...
Hence fog of dawn... jumples...
Fumbles and walks of life...
Puzzles in the solved unsolved clear doubts
Evolution of mind and society...
Pysco social turmoils
Heart becomes stones of weekness and
Pumps materialiscally emotionally

Yet walks of life...
Numbness speaks...
Interpretating
Probability
Depends upon left and right brain
Sometimes with or without heart connection
....
Approximately approached...
Yet far behind
As unhold...
Provoked weekness...
Depression deep like voluntarily diving in bottomless sea...
Or flying in zero gravity...against the wishes of heart...
May be brain turmoils...
Eradicating... dark possibilities...
Maybe for good reason...or may not ?
Pondering n cigarettes...stock finished...
Let me go outside...
For deep oxygen...
For a deep love...
For a deep nature
For a deep down the broken snow...
And kiss the heat from the ice melting...
Watching the unwatered drought...deep inside the brain nerves
Likely to fly...
Nowhere paradise...
Anytime..
Maybe now...
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Ardit Zeneli Jun 2020
love is power, love is weekness. love is strong, love is weak, love is life
This Delight
My love I am to the very edge of the cliff
Beauty has intoxicated me to the extreme
But the strength of love me made just stiff
Your beauty has made me pure light beam

Step by step I climbed to wonderful height
Hence I understood what beauty stands for
Do not ask me the pleasure of this delight
Allow me to drink wine from sweet beautiful jar

My strength and weekness belong just to you
Embrace me my love in trance to make me glow
I will be with you in life through and through
Let the beautiful stream of love to slowly flow

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

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