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Do You Hate Society? - Or The People Who Made Society How It Is?

Roses aren't always red & violets aren't exactly blue, the society we live in never seems to speak the truth. Smiles aren't always happy & frowns aren't always upset, people judge too quickly & our feelings are what they forget.

if you are to love, love as the moon loves; it does not steal the night - it only unveils the beauty of the dark

and if You are to love, love as the moon loves; it does not steal the night - it only unveils the beauty of the dark. ~ isra-al-thibeh

I don't know who typed this... But it was meant for me.

Ego's permanent injunction is that we cling to the familiar pain it induces lest we die.

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.  "I wake knowing that I'm dying, But you wake pretending that you're not."

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. "I wake knowing that I'm dying, But you wake pretending that you're not." Damn that's deep

Some days I don't know what's worse... thinking or feeling.... if only I could escape both....

Some days I don't know what's worse. thinking or feeling. if only I could escape both.

Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free. Poems by Christy Ann Martine - Nature Quotes  #naturequotes

Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free. Poems by Christy Ann Martine - Nature Quotes

thepoeticunderground:  "Matter" June 24th. But I would add that God is the magical Creator. He made it all! His thumbprints are on all of creation. He makes all things magical!

thepoeticunderground: "Matter" June But I would add that God is the magical Creator. His thumbprints are on all of creation. He makes all things magical!

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The devil whispered in my ear * you are not strong enough to withstand the storm* . And today I whispered to the devil's ear {{ I'm the Storm bae :* }}

Water is the only thing that still touches my body. That, and the warm, beautiful arms of my children.

Water is the only thing that still touches my body. That, and the warm, beautiful arms of my children.I long for your touch, smell and the look in your eyes make up for all the bad things in our life

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I have some serious writers block right now, so I& love if you could leave some poem ideas in my ask!

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