A soul is my beauty
Looks are deceiving
They try and trick the mind
To make us believe
In something that isn’t there
As a soul can’t lie
It speaks the truth beyond the mask
That’s put in as a disguise
To look beyond is hard
It’s a battle with mind and temptation
But which do you choose
When the pretty tunes in to the soul
And Creates the devil
Do you realise the danger your soul has intwined to,
A pretty soul will always have a pretty face ,
You just have to look deeper in the beholders eyes,
The eyes are the beauty ,
As dark as chocolate , as blue as the skies , as green as the mountains on a dewy morning sun rise ,
Not the cold hunger , with a smile upon the face ,
That’s clearly the devil in disguise .
@trueemotions91
5 boys who are running around,
doing what these boys do.
Power rangers.
Fighting & cars
Bruises from bangs
cuts from falls.
Feet stomping from your moods.
Screaming
All in a hurry.
Baby dolls. Kissses. Cuddles. Helping. Tears.
All the things above are nothing bad.
As they are what are perparing you to be a perfect man.
Your learn to control them paddys and in return control anger.
The tears you cry now will show you that being a man also means you need emotion because you are just another
human .
The bruises and bangs just make you that little bit tougher.
The dolls you play with now will help you as you to one day become a father.
The kisses and cuddles will show you that's all your family will need one day to feel protected just like you do now.
But for now I'm sit back watching you grow with tears, laughter and sometimes a bit of frustration - but mummy knows all the bad and all the good is going make you the perfect man for your future .
@trueemotions91
Lost Balloons
(Pic is mine. Reproduce however you want)
when i look at the sky
i dont
see clouds
at least not as often as
i see feathers
from missing wings
i dont see myself
next to the stars
im in the middle
where lost balloons are found
i let one go once
it explored the sky
while i swore
it would come back
© @parasomnambulist December 15, 2020
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
— Maya Angelou
My heart was yours,
True to the core,
I promised myself that ,
I could never give you just half ,
But I regret that .
As you stole my
Identity
Within a flash.
The risk is not opening
Your heart ,
It’s opening your mind ,
Which is when we become blind.
As we are teaching people the
One thing we are allowed to hide .
Don’t give your soul
Until you know ,
The holder Don’t want it to
Steal.
Fake copy created by yourself .
A wolf in sheep’s wool.
@trueemotions91
Why is this world so cold
I was always told,
The world is what you perceive through
Your own living eyes ,
Am I to blind, to see
The love that’s surrounded, around me ,
Is it me who spits the hatred out they mouth?
I question this daily .
I see the beautys of earth
They don’t hide ,
The colours of the rainbow are
Painted all over this earth,
The birds sing me a lullaby
Every morning ,
I open my eyes
To the most beautiful sunrise ,
I watch the moon ,
Dance with the stars ,
But when I enter reality ,
Why do I see , beings
With scrawn up faces ,
Blood on the hands of another man ,
Children being abused by the one who
Brought them to this earth,
Youngsters with no morals,
Graffiti scribbled all over the walls,
Ruining nature for everyone’s eyeballs,
Is that really just perceieved through my own eyes?
Is the government, just blind
To the reality of life,
Hidden behide a obscene ,Law and order,
Where half of them are the cause
Of disorder ,
Freedom of speach
But only counts for the rich ,
I see another begging on the floor
While another swipes his foot across
The same path,
Caught up in his own twisted world
Not a care for the poor,
I didn’t see that this morning ,
When the flowers were dancing along
To the pretty’s bird song,
I saw happiness in the sky,
Pictures Scribbled in the clouds
To make me realise ,
I can be at ease ,
But when I enter the street,
Everyone seems to be staring down at they feet
A pawn in a game of cheat.
@trueemotions91
She ignites me
In a way no one , could even come close.
She knows
Just how to make me feel alive .
She is my flame
On the coldest nights .
She is the spark in my eyes.
Believe me when I say she can turn any heart
From stone to gold dust
In a blink of gods eye .
She don’t know evil
Only pure love .
She locks on and never lets go .
She is stronger then any diamond
Rough for ever in the making
As that what makes her so powerful.
She learns from everything
She never will look perfect
Coz the best things
Are always hidden beneath the dirt
Spreading love but never heard.
@trueemotions91
@tammyfeabakker ❤️ x
Why does another woman’s body entice me,
The curves I adore,
Skin so smooth ,
The way she shakes her arse .
Maybe it’s jealousy
But I’m not sure .
Is it wrong to admire
The beauty of another
I believe not so .
It’s something extraordinary ,
I just can’t let go.
How she drops so low ,
her hips curve to her exterior
Is just woah woah woah .
Blows my mind,
How another woman can make
My heart beat slow .
@trueemotions91
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Fucked up words ,
Pulling at the trigger ,
Itching on my brain with this crazy fucker .
My plans in Mars
But yet your only reaching for the stars.
Do make me laugh ,
You look like a giraffe ,
Reaching for the highest branch
Without no arms .
Ground zero.
I hear you call.
The monkeys laugh
With a twisted squeal.
A monkey you know
That’s how low
Your brain has blown
What happened up there ,
Did the air
Lose all control
And now your left floating
Just full of holes,
Please show me your goals
I’m a bit confused
how your still so low
Not knowing which way to go
When I watched you climb
That big fuck off
Hill
@trueemotions91