Posted in love, original, Something for Tom

Together

A mere mortal am I

In love with you, one who has god-like qualities.

Looks are not all I like, although it does add some interest

But you’re eloquence,

your charm,

your grace,

your being a gentle man,

your wit and love for reading

Is what captivated me the most.

How can one man be almost perfect?

Almost perfect because you lack half your heart

But I,

Yes, I!

I can make your heart whole

And we would be perfect together.

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Posted in life, original

Filtered 

Her face

His posts

Their profile, is filtered.
They see the world

They take a photo

They share it so everyone else can envy them

But their life is filtered.
As if they live in a rose colored world

As if they are perfect

They go the extra mile just to get a million likes

Because their world is filtered.

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Dictated Beauty 

I want to cry, I want to hide

I want to be where I’m alone

Where no one can hurt me

The media, the TV, they tell and show you things of what beauty should be

And I am a fool enough to believe them

I am blinded

I do not see myself.
I try to fit in but I just can’t

Or maybe I never wanted to

But it hurts when you try to stand up for yourself

While their boots of shaming are keeping you to the ground.
So I wish for days of alone time

With no one to tell me I’m not worth it

I try and heal the scars before they start creating new one’s again.

Posted in miscellaneous, original

I am not perfect

And I don’t want to be
Nothing and no one is ever perfect, you see
Not him, not her, not you, not me

If you ever think I am
Then you’re scaring me away
Because I can’t give you that, not tomorrow, not today
Not like this or in any way

Sorry to burst your bubble,
Sorry I’m being truthful,
Sorry for your trouble,
But I am not that wonderful

Don’t ever think me perfect
Don’t expect me to be that terrific
I am just this simple girl
No more, no less

Posted in inspirational, original

Fall Off The Bike

It’s alright, people fall

They fail….

….to learn, to grow, to know

and to be humble

 

You can’t be perfect, no one is

So don’t wish to be….

….don’t aim to be

 

Always look at what you have

Not what you’re without

You’ll find you’re far richer

Than any king or sultan in the world

 

A wound and a scraped knee is needed

You’ll have to fall off the bike

to know how to ride it

Posted in original

Perfect Night

wake them little stars up

open the windows towards the sun

face the palm trees and the meadows green

stretch towards the heavens high

the moon is prancing, dancing in the sky

the breeze softly comes by

clouds gather and race towards the horizon

slowly the temperature drops

as the cool wind arrives