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A secret is knowledge which only one person knows.
You tell your best friend a secret in confidence.
And your best friend tells his or her best friends about it.
They also tell their best friends the information.
I’ll lead you to the pool
Undress you for your somber dive
Bid you prayers and warnings
Love on my breath, our lips
And you dip beneath the stillness
my true inner selfsecret person of the heart~ heartland of my soul......Mark Toney © 2021.5/7/2021 - Poetry form: Senryu (for you)
You laugh and dance
even if there's no music
as there's music on your soul.
You dream and wish upon the stars
even when others don't.
You do not give up on yourself
even when you are alone,
An honourable and upright person does not arrogantly call for honour
The one who demands honour is satisfied with mere insincere talk,
But an honourable person deservingly receives honour from the heart
Every person is like a mirror.
If you look at it, you will see beauty and individuality.
When you throw your negative at him,
The person will break like a mirror.
I took my colour an painted it on
What should I be today
I could be brown I could be black
I could be white or even grey
But will it hide just who I am
will it help with what I do
They asked me what are some different types of drugs
For me a drug isn't cocaine or pills it's a person
He is my drug
He is what I got addicted to
He is what makes me feel like i'm floating
Years go by as they always do
Some go fast, others slow,
But never a year taken so long
As this year's past.
Changes occur as they always do.
Some welcome, some not.
Haircuts and new friends,
Skin.
And beneath that, muscles.
Nerves and vessels move between.
Blood flows.
Heart pumps.
Legs and arms flex and relax.
But is that me?
Smiles, frowns, wrinkled brows.
Laughter echoes.
So many thingsI'd never doare done and that is allthese many thingsI hate I've doneare done—I can't recall;But if I couldgo back in timeundo what I have wrought,would it still
The first time I made you my hope, my soul cried, Loved one! And from there, I have not let you go, you're the reason for all my passions. With the love to the desired child, I’ve waited for you so patiently, waiting my whole life.
Sneaking photographs,selfies in my English classto post on Facebook
Staying up til threewith homework, and on weekendssleeping in til noon
He read me like a book
Paying attention to every detail
Remembering every word
Taking notice to every detail
He read every crevice of my life
Have you ever just sat down and thought about the decisions you have made?
Or the decisions of others around you that have affected you in one way or another?
Since we were learning how to talk,
we were taught what is and isn't appropriate,
have to follow a template to do anything,
and even demanded to change what we wrote in it,
Nothing is a given,
Nothing is for sure,
Nothing guarantees,
You’ll live another day
That which makes you who you are,
Is solely up to you
