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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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1.
Award, and still in bonds, one day
I stole abroad,
It was high-spring, and all the way
Primros'd, and hung with shade;
Yet, was it frost within,
And surly winds
Blasted my infant buds, and sin
Like clouds eclips'd my mind.
2.
Storm'd thus; I straight perceiv'd my spring
Mere stage, and show,
My walk a monstrous, mountain's thing
Rough-cast with rocks, and snow;
And as a pilgrim's eye
Far from relief,
Measures the melancholy sky
Then drops, and rains for grief,
3.
So sigh'd I upwards still, at last
'Twixt steps, and falls
I reach'd the pinnacle, where plac'd
I found a pair of scales,
I took them up and laid
In th'one late pains,
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August is coming
and the goose, I'm afraid,
is getting fat.
There have been
no golden eggs for some months now.
Straw has fallen well below market price
despite my frantic spinning
and the sedge is,
as you rightly point out,
withered.
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Amidst the chaos of my soul,
A vision takes hold.
A dream born from within,
A story waiting to unfold.
A world of wonder and beauty,
Where love and peace prevail.
A place where kindness is currency,
And hate and anger fade.
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small ruby trains are chugging up the hills
of the fog bound cities suddenly wrapped in rain
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To get to your dream,
To achieve your dream of being the president,
You came calling night and day at my door,
Wailing and pleading, tears on your face,
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Trapped between two hells …
we manufacture one
as we flee from the other
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It's raining outside.Slips out my little thought
To Check if the rain's pouring blue..no it isn't..
Back to its place little thought finds blue bright
Words that make me take a blue breath of relief
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In a wooden box, love does reside,
Simple and humble, it won't be denied.
Plain on the surface, no frills or grand,
But within its depths, treasures are fanned.
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In the story of love, a tale is told,
Of a girl and a love that did unfold.
Like clear glass, her soul was revealed,
Letting light pass, all secrets unsealed.
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Once upon a time, a love was born,
Unseen by their eyes, yet destined to adorn.
At the start, their hearts seemed far apart,
But life's tapestry weaves a mysterious art.
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The Great Animal Or Human Being
June 3, 2023
The great animal is to be not by size but intelligence
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A lady and a pillow
I read about a woman who, when going abroad
takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers
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An occasional gust of wind will lift the translucent white voile curtains and then drop them like a child losing interest. The effect is like flash photography, a burst of sudden sunlight that paints our irises, then quickly fades.
It's a cool Paris morning. In the low 50s. The windows are open and we forgot to turn on the heat. It's perfect ‘under the covers' weather. We've succumbed to laziness, refusing to get out of bed. Lazing-in is new enough to us that we're defining it with a gamut of synonyms.
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Behold the pyramids, with their towering might,
A wonder of the world, a breathtaking sight.
Gazing upon them, one can't help but feel,
In awe of their splendor, and the secrets they conceal.
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Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
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1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are
3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
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I will never forget you my dearest soulmate..
these old meomries will never fade...
you've always laid me in your shade...
whenever I trembled or felt afraid....
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............sitting here in the stillness
.............................staring
...............staring out the window
...at darkness my friend and my foe.
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He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
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anger is not love
anger is driking
anger is killing someone
anger one thing never do
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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