Wise
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A gem called Emerald
Shines the sky
Brightly, and calls it
Her Emerald Sky
To the Earth,
Emerald crashes down
And explodes with
A shining crater to
Mark her existence
Why is it that our minds try to convince us that the worst is going to come true?
And that even when you try to convince yourself other wise, it doesn't seem to work, no matter what you do.
One thought starts a dream,
One smile sooths the soul,
One good deed starts a flame
One word can change a heart.
To the dreamer who's dream-
Has expanded my nation,
To the dreamer who's dream-
There once was a woman,
with skin like cream and features fair,
with eyes of emerald green;
with a robust body and fine gold hair.
People say that life is just a test,
But what most don't understand is that life isn't something that is passed or failed,
It isn't on paper written in pen or bubbled in with pencil,
The rivers are my friends
When I need a break from men the rivers are there
When I need to lay my body down to weep the rivers are there
When everybody and their souls have gone on home the rivers are there
You told me life was crazy
Never about the snakes in the grass
You told me they were evil
One bite- I would never last
Why must we sustain ourselves and reframe ourselves to bes the perfect image of what others defines as perfect?
I ask you not to stare when I walk by,
So look into my eyes where beauty lies,
Some people’s comments make me want to cry,
My passion is strong
My heart feels pain
My eyes glisten from tears
My hands shake from fear
Angel hands with long and nimble fingers
Smoothed with age, paths of wisdom along pale skin
They comfort and soothe
It hurts, it hurts to know that maybe you don't feel the same way I do. I know without a doubt that you care about me, and that you will be there for me.
If you plan to run away
Try to tell me that you'll stay
Break the dawn like a Ray
Say the things you'd never say
With your bow you take your aim
Left me with myself to blame.
I try to fit in ,
But I'm nothing like the other's,
like laying in the cold with shorts on and no covers,
Trying to discover,
Who i really am inside
Though I'm lying just to cover,
Sly glittering eyes
Feathers all around
More cunning than wise
Being without sound
Hunter in disguise
Blue fire eternal
Becareful of what you say
Remember that what you say'
Can go against you
However
Too much of everything is bad
Becareful of what you say
You may think that you have
Freedom of speech
Unforgettably forgettable
You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical
The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible
You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
i happen to be be called wise by many
an owl, the beauty of me is perplexing
adorned in ages of wisdom and knowledge far more than any that has ever lived
wisdom that flow from inside me cannot be compared to any
Old and wise
Has loved and lost
To help he tries
Any, at any cost
Old and wise
Still needs love
Searches the skies
Carried on the wings of the dove
The wise man,
Isn't just no ordinary man,
He played his hand many times,
And was defeated,
Acted selfishy and repeated,
Foolish lies that was granted,
Was the devils gifts,
But what he desired,
i am me
old, frigid..some days young..
prisoned and free.
Greyed vision for me
A tanned skinned for you
For this is all you see.
