Beauty of the body
You embody
Lies…
In my eyes;
My mind is dazzled
By the beauty
Emanating
From your mind…
Aglow with the beauty
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If we were both struck by a bullet
would we feel the same?
Maybe we’d form puddles on the pavement together. We’d drop to our knees with blood on our lips with only an, “amen” for a life insurance policy.
Or would you walk away?
Play it off as if the new peephole in your chest was just a scratch? I suppose some people collect scars like others collect baseball cards, and both eventually fade.
This isn't poetry.
This is me.
Just another broken human
trying to find solace
within these broken words.
When everything in my life
only seems to exist
to remind me of you,
of all the times
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The beauty had been revealed
Loves comes from ratio, feeling into the psychomotor agitation
Love can be understood by it is detailed
Feeling is never being motivation
I feel so courage and braveheart
There is no logic for proofing it all
Because love comes from the heart
There is no political element, engineering or something that is made up to prove it all
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I felt boundless out north on Knox on a
cold turn of the just-after New Years.
Even though it was a new year,
there was a chance to be a new person,
There’s always another chance,
there will always be another chance
Though this was something I never really knew
Until that time I felt boundless out north
On Knox on a cold turn just after New Years
The sound of a peal of thunder.
The pounding train tracks feeling of the ground.
Euphoria taking over me.
Just like a soulful moment at sea.
All the disturbances in me are soon fallen,
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She dared to harbour feeling her love for a man
And for more than 1 decade the woman has ventured to collect her love for the
man
She began to dare to squirm to express all what she felt
Differences in age, space and time have taught the woman how to be in love
She dared to harbour her love for a man
Now the reality is different, the man already has a companion; the woman still
hopes that the man is indeed her soul mate
Even though it looks odd, it is clear that love can never choose
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The beauty had been revealed
Loves comes from ratio, feeling into the psychomotor agitation
Love can be understood by it is detailed
Feeling is never being motivation
I feel so courage and braveheart
There is no logic for proofing it all
Because love comes from the heart
There is no political element, engineering or something that is made up to prove it all
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We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
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