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When?
This dwelling,
when will it fit?
how will it fit?
Let's meet.
Would dawn be fine?
Do you think dusk is better?
I wouldn't wait a twilight anymore.
It's now and forever.
©simplywaley
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Where?
There's no other.
The public is too public.
Privacy itself is not effective.
Everywhere is cramped with men.
Where can we get alone?
Where can we meet to get intimate?
I yearn to hold you.
I long to have you around.
Where?
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A dwelling
I'm making an abode.
It'll be as big as Babel.
It'll be a place of rest.
It'll contain only you.
It'll be secluded for you.
No more once in a blue moon.
It'll be perpetual, lasting forever.
In your glory, you'd settle and brood.
I look forward to your visits, my dearest.
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Compromise?
Should I compromise?
Could I compromise?
Would I ever compromise?
She compromises. Doesn't she?
He does too. Doesn't he?
They compromise. Don't they?
You wouldn't take 2nd place. Would you?
Okay!
I won't compromise.
I can't compromise.
I wouldn't compromise.
It's a deal.
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Compromise!
Sadly, I'm being compromised.
She thinks I'm crazy.
He thinks I'm totally weird.
They think I've got it all wrong.
I don't know what to think of Me.
I'm getting compromised.
Come, rub-off on me,
Make me a basket of your fruits.
Let's prove them wrong together.
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Compromise.
I'd never compromise.
It'll be you and you always.
It'll be you during the day, and at night.
Come rub off on me.
Let me smell of your colonnade.
It's an honour to have you around.
My life will be an effulgence of your person.
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Lover
All I've got, I'd surrender it a million times for you.
I'd give up all things just to have you around.
You're the source of all things.
Your presence alone makes me tingle and joyous.
I'd not leave for a reason. Strength is available.
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My face, and it's underneath.
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simplywaley
204w
The Victims!!
Why blame us!!
You blame us for flood, because you claim we don't know proper disposal method.
You blame us for thuggery, as though it's our fault.
You blame us for every petty theft, as though we're well cared for.
You blame us for birthing imbeciles -as though we create humans.
You blame us for every little thing.
Yet, the rich are always held in high esteem.
They are always cared for, leaving the poor in need.
Their areas are always fortified, as though our lives are worthless.
Their seats in church, are always well decorated. While we get the common seat.
We didn't decide our place of birth!!
We're just victims of circumstance.
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simplywaley
205w
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#success #collaboration #motivated #mirakeewriter
#mirakee
Collaboration time activated!!
Thank you for the boost@evanescence_writings @iammusaafiir @sammusaafiir����. Thank you for the repost @abhey1289 ����When you find him...
Who is he that is successful?
He is he that has every reason to smile to bed,
With his Determination hard to dwindle,
His Weakness, hard to fault.
He's never on the run, but always on his feet.
©simplywaley
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uptothesky 15w
Read More#miraquill
#writersnetwork
#lost
When you thought that your desires have vanished with age but they were still lost somewhere inside youLOST
That moment when i was lost in my
lost memories walking by on the lost path
I came to know about my lost desires
Which were left behind my lost past
They were In hope of a lost soul to come and find them but sadly that lost soul was walking by on the lost path to know about her lost desires -
#hands
Hands of golden age with a thousand blessing in it
Shivering hands shows affection and touch the soul.
Make us fearless and give a weird and calmer feel.
Always take care of these hands carrying a spirituality.
©capricon -
dwevv4
209w
Material Girl:
She loves diamonds.
Her wardrobe is built off of a foundation of restless nights and men abusing her body.
Her shoe closet is founded off of her back being slammed against the floor and walls of married men's homes.
She loves pearls.
She has so many that the case of a clam-ity can be directed at her.
She dislikes the abuse she faces,
But she endures it to live the life she loves.
She knows she can't maintain her riches,
Without maintaining her body.
Plastic Surgeons have become her pastors, their offices has become her church home, and the tools to forge such fake aesthetics has become her religion.
She loves things.
She can't get enough.
She's a material girl,
Cursed to live in a materialistic world.
~P$™
©dwevv4 -
dwevv4
209w
Paint Me:
"I want you to paint me" she says,
and I can't help but wonder why she'd ask me,
knowing I'm not artistic I barely dot my I's and cross my t's,
and so she says again, "i want you to paint me."
I asked what was the meaning of what she's asking of me,
and she laughs and I'm steadily trying to figure out what's so funny.
She tells me that I'm small minded,
so enclosed to think that art is just the form of being able to create pictures through means of ink or paint.
She reminds me that in literature we are called to paint vivid pictures with our imaginations with the help of words,
and so she tells me that for me to think that I can't paint her is a bit absurd,
seeing as how I'm a poet.
She tells me that the want for another's gift is the loss of your own.
So again she says, paint me.
Paint a picture so astonishingly colorful that a new meaning would have to be conjured up for the word "art".
I'm flabbergasted,
because how could someone that doesn't practice in the form teach me so much,
by saying so little.
So I pick up my paint brush,
my paint brush called a pen, and I paint her.
I paint the most radiant form of herself she's ever seen,
she's elated,
because that's side of herself she hasn't seen since she was in her teens.
She had told me to paint her,
paint the side of her that I knew her to be,
when in reality she only wanted to read and gain the feeling of a love from someone other than herself, me.
~P$™
©dwevv4 -
dwevv4
209w
Portrayed Beauty:
Her physique is one of a goddess,
the way the sun kisses her skin must be the way of the French.
Her mind is even more beautiful than her body,
a wonderland so full of colors and ideas yet to be put forth into the atmosphere and make world breaking discoveries,
it's no wonder Alice got lost.
Her soul is even more stunningly gorgeous than her body and her mind.
Her personality so heartwarming it's hard not to care in her presence.
Where did she come from?
Mere birth couldn't have brought forth such a masterpiece,
maybe God drew her into existence,
a female so beautiful she's unmoved by the things of the world.
Her morals based off of the sole belief that there is a God.
Her religion undefined because she realizes that's the problem with religion.
Watered over the years with the nutrition she's fed from books and stimulating conversations with people that understand her.
For those that don't though,
they find her to be intimidating,
stuck up is her title seeing as how she finds trying to relate to others the hardest task she's faced because of being beautiful.
So maybe beauty isn't meant to be portrayed,
maybe it's only meant to be admired.
~P$™
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imprateek_qm
204w
Read MoreFor all the growing trees reading
@samswan @juvena_dsouza @tomorrow_is_amazing @shadowofthoughts @aadityaminati @thetinysoul @selfish_reposterYou are a tree
Success will make you branch higher
Failure will deepen your humble roots
Obstacles will make your trunk stronger
Time will ripen your fruits of experience
Winds will leave your sacrificed leaves
You will be a tree
Many will come down to sit in your earned shelter
Unaffected you'll be aware of your capabilities
Someone will cut you down to ground one day
Believe that you have something he's in need of
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duaamemon
204w
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duaamemon
204w
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
217w
Read MoreThis short piece, titled "Lunar Love Notes," literally just jumped into my head this evening. Could be because it was that beautiful time of night when the sun and moon are both visible above, as the world grows dark around us, and yet the sky is awash with blazing colors. Perhaps the fiery hues
Are a message
From the sun
Almost as if to say
"Don't worry child,
I'm setting for now,
But I'll be back
To brighten your day."
Meanwhile, Luna
Looks on lovingly
Shining down
Her soft, pale light,
Holding one and all
In her embrace
Saying,
"Goodnight dear child,
good night."
Blessings,
Carolyn
All words herein are the copyright of myself, Carolyn Glackin 2018.
The image is credited to Leaf-19 of DeviantArt.
#moon #sun #luna #evening #dusk #eventide #nature.
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You need to love her from all your heart and soul
Look into her eyes and tell her that's your goal
Take her away from all the misery and pain
Make her believe your love for her is insane
Trust me if you do this one thing right
You'll both stand tall shining bright.
