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Butterfly|butterflies

MUSIC

Music is a poem about a woman seeking the acknowledgment of her lover.

HEART TOUCHING POETRY

EVERYBODY WILL DIE A DAY

Poetry

*I'm out of my mind when I meet you* * There will be a tragedy even more than this! 🖤*

Society's standards, By I. Fendler and T. du Plessis

Why do you judge me? Is it because I cover my face with paint, or because I hide my features with attire. I do so because I am ashamed, ashamed of what you'll think of me. Am I normal? You judge my weight , but you look just like me. You say I'm ugly , but your cheeks are covered with spots . I see nothing wrong with you, but why do you hurt me so? I try to fit i n, but all you do is push me away. Society's standards cut deep like razorblades. I thought I was normal, but why do you tell me diffe

Is That a Giant Still Wearing a Pant?

IS THAT A GIANT STILL WEARING A PANT? Indeed there was a country Now a cynical kind of Eden And in this Eden things fall apart Ties ripping apart Blamed on devil's tit for tat. Wait o, is that a giant still wearing a pant?! A grand neither where it was nor where it should be? With rivers where fishes drown or even die of thirst? Where the abnormal is normal and the normal, abnormal? Where the most expensive is cheap and the cheapest, costly? The beautiful is ugly and the ugly is beautiful? Is th

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

Looking at how nature is so beautiful

Love

This is to my love

IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE

In the eyes of the one I love, I see rainfall in the desert, I see peace in the storms, Everything becomes beautiful. In the eyes of the one I love, Sorrow leaves and joy stays, Smiles stream deep from my heart, The sun shines on everything I do. In the eyes of the one I love, I fly high like an eagle, Mountains become surmountable, My dreams become achievable. In the eyes of the one I love, I find strength when I am weak, Tears are but streams of joy flowing endlessly, My heart beats melodiousl

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

Raise me

Fear.

I fear being forgotten, my name and face lost in time. Memories of me faded from existence. Binding me to nothingness. So much ambition with zero direction. As time Flys past isolation and a destructive self image emerges fear becomes all consuming my lips speak into existence the pain and suffering as if i were the orical of destruction. My every step seems Beleagure my very existence. Words spoke from frustration have resulted in the futility of salvation. I stand now a statue of irony an exam

The battle inside

My mind

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Sunset

Keindahan pemandangan ketika matahari terbenam di sore hari

My release

Its nvrr easy to attone for ones sins but inorder to grow we must.

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Poetry