Looking in the mirror we just see ourselves.
I mean, I thought that's what mirrors were meant to show.
But for her it's not just that.
I think she sees more than her reflection.
......
Breathe the fresh air
Let down your hair
Put your mind at ease
Hear the sound of breeze
Scream until everything’s fine
But don’t let your confidence decline
Let go of what brings you down
Open your eyes to a new dawn
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My skinny legs, my skinny legs
Echoes of my childhood days
With legs like broomsticks
And taunts along the way
Boys will be boys,
Always teasing little girls
I know I was there
As there was nowhere else to go
......
I was a hopeful actress, but so far had only been offered bit parts,
And I fought to pay the bills, as a starlit owl, working after dark.
But because I had such huge dreams, I had been struggling for years,
Like a heart brimming with big emotions, is holding back the tears!
I knew I was an amazing actress, yet there were many others like me,
Making it quite hard to choose, like selecting cherries from a tree.
And there were times when I wondered, if I'd ever hit the big time,
......
I walk with a regal grace, chest lifted high,
A face radiant, capturing every wandering eye.
Curiosity dances in the air, whispers and stares,
They all crave to know the tale that my presence declares.
Some approach with kind wishes, others with intent to break,
But I meet their efforts with laughter, for what's a smile but a fleeting take?
Yet as I retreat to my room's cocoon of solitary,
I realize my aloneness, my facade of confidence now temporary.
......
Thank you for yr love
Yr kiss gave more courage than
Another poem being published
When I was alone, I didn't know
How to be with people
But when I met you, I had found my strength
As I had walked into the walls of doubt
And continued trying to go through them
Yr love pointed out that I can float about them
I did so with a bold confidence
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Zekerheid in twijfel,
een stap gezet in mist,
zonder kaarten of kompas.
Kijkend naar voren,
vol vertrouwen,
de weg die zichzelf schrijft.
Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.
Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough sports. Still, he'd race at great speed!
He loved most the adventure in books, and Sis loved reading, just as much;
And sympathized with Jack's social bind, like rainbows, which keep in touch!
The funtastic friends next door visited, amidst fierce, fatal, fall fruit flavors-
......
Looking in the mirror we just see ourselves.
I mean, I thought that's what mirrors were meant to show.
But for her it's not just that.
I think she sees more than her reflection.
......
I walk with a regal grace, chest lifted high,
A face radiant, capturing every wandering eye.
Curiosity dances in the air, whispers and stares,
They all crave to know the tale that my presence declares.
Some approach with kind wishes, others with intent to break,
But I meet their efforts with laughter, for what's a smile but a fleeting take?
Yet as I retreat to my room's cocoon of solitary,
I realize my aloneness, my facade of confidence now temporary.
......