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My reflection doesn’t tell my story yet I still feel as though it defines me
When I look,
I see my flaws
I see mistakes
I see problems
Looking at others I see so much beauty
They have the perfect clothes
Perfect hair
Perfect face
Perfect body
Maybe it’s just a facade but it seems so real
Pushed on me is the pe...
Wednesday 11th September 2024 8:07 pm
Rain and Balloon
Raindrops are laughing,
Falling,
Like cherry
Blossoms,
Onto the garden
Pond
I am alone
Floating on,
A little cooling the warmth
Of summer morning;
As if flying
Big sky balloons
Of birthday party ...
Monday 15th June 2020 3:11 pm
Breaking
The dawn is breaking,
no sense you're making
leaving me, although
better off I will be.
No one will ever
satisfy you, until
your heart bleeds through
the tough exterior
that makes everyone inferior
to the image you see
in the mirror.
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Saturday 2nd November 2019 12:50 pm
Humankind
I want to speak one more Language
That everybody can easily speak
Same as our food or as beverage
If not, it means, we are weak
I wish I could deal with people
In everywhere, whatever they are
I hope I can once be able
To become a friend to those are aware
Serious or peaceful situations
Should not affect our hearts
The poverty or lux...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:41 am
Loving ourselves
Learning to love yourself is gruelling. Every flaw, every mistake, every quirk. Only us ourselves know how characteristically flawed we truly are. So we hide. Hide behind make up, clothes and materials.
Social media enables us to create an ideology of the person we think we are, the person we want to be. But in the midst of the night we lie awake contemplating ourselves. Questioning our choices...
Tuesday 1st November 2016 3:17 pm
My Baby Boo
Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.
There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.
I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.
Seeing y...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:31 pm
Detective Novel
There was nobody else here
the body said
without leaving any clues
like a detective novel would.
There was no cold murder
with the thrust of
a steel knife
and no silent voilence
that stung in the night.
This body lay there un-found
with a zen like silence
for long than it could remember
staring at the moon-light
the sun-light
and then the moon-light again
fo...
Sunday 14th February 2010 12:52 pm
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