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.
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.
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
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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.
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:
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;
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.
Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned
To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.
So fragile is a loving heart
That breaks in two as loved ones depart
To long for them each passing day
To yearn for them in every way.
So blue is the sky on a flawless summer's day
That fills our heart with thoughts so gay
To sit beneath that bright full sun
Remembering days when life was fun.
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The deepening and warm welcome
of a smile on the rim of death
it took my breath
nothing to hope
van het bloed
van het kermende
Ik maak dezelfde fouten
die gij ook maakt
en loop reeds mijn
hele leven poedelnaakt
Here I am, sitting on pens and needles
pain is my companion.
I wasn't born a renegade, or a knight
I heard 'Roxanne' and knew you sang
That song especially for me.
And I remember you, hot dang,
A long time ago that did be.
Life starts within the womb
A moment no one can remember
How it all looked like in the womb
However, stories are told by our mothers.
Remould This Dense Resistant Clay
It was not a time for singing or for song.
Tears like burning solder stung my eyes,
I sang a song of a pop queen
Who had heard fame and fortune call.
She got caught up there 'twixt and 'tween,
Came the fast rise, then faster fall.
There's nothing wrong with being right,
But oft when I am I must choose
Whether it's really worth a fight
With the wife, one I'll surely lose.
Holding onto what has passed,
Failing to welcome what's to come,
Memories remain, with such deep impact
Sitting in the morning sun.
You have idolized money💔,
Due fear of poverty,
Now, you've chosen money over trust, friendship and love💕.
Your presence is near
I wish you were here
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.
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....
............sitting here in the stillness
...............staring out the window
...at darkness my friend and my foe.
Poetry is sexy
Its lyrics aim to please
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
anger is not love
anger is driking
anger is killing someone
anger one thing never do
I was like a withered flower in a barren desert,
till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart.
I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter.
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
"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:
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:
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.
Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—