Snowflakes gently fall,
Covering the winter scene,
Silent peace... – by Nelzealours Motoe 1st | 1 View added 22 days ago
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Manipulation is a master of disguise
wears many faces, speaks many tongues
and sometimes, it's the voice that sounds
most like your own that you should distrust
It's like a virus, this thing
adapts and evolves, changes its shape
to fit the... – by Nelzealours Motoe 1st | 2 Views added 1 month ago
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Whenever I see or notice manipulation,
I instruct my heart to wear glasses,
to shield itself from its gaze,
to deflect the subtle arrows it shoots,
to pierce the armor of my deepest thoughts.
I tell my heart to don headsets,
to muffle the... – by Nelzealours Motoe 1st | 0 Views added 1 month ago
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We collide in crowded spaces, our paths crossing briefly
at work, in meetings, in passing conversations, yet
your presence leaves an indelible mark, a gentle impression
on the canvas of my heart, a space that's now reserved
Your attitude, a... – by Nelzealours Motoe 1st | 3 Views added 2 months ago
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We collide in crowded spaces, our paths crossing briefly
at work, in meetings, in passing conversations, yet
your presence leaves an indelible mark, a gentle impression
on the canvas of my heart, a space that's now reserved
Your attitude, a... – by Nelzealours Motoe 1st | 1 View added 2 months ago
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I've cracked the code of the craftsmen's way
It's not just cash that gets our hands to proceed
We're fueled by something deeper, a fire that burns
A rep to uphold, a business that yearns
Sometimes it's skill, sometimes it's art
We hone our... – by Nelzealours Motoe Nels | 4 Views added 2 months ago
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It's not just hammering nails alone,
Nor plumbing depths, or painting's gentle tone,
Nor carpentry's skilled hands that shape the stone,
I'm telling you, it's more than construction's throne.
My mother taught me how to build a house
With... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 0 Views added 2 months ago
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Oh, Slumber, what have we mortals done to offend thee?
What wrong have we wrought to deserve this weary fate?
Why does our bodies feel heavy, our limbs weighed down?
Why this exhaustion, when all night long we lay still,
our faces flat on the... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 3 Views added 2 months ago
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When we are old, and our hands
are wrinkled, and our steps slow,
I want to sit with you on the riverbank,
two kittens watching the sun set low.
I want to be the one you bring coffee to,
in a cup that looks like it's full of chocolate,
with a... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 0 Views added 2 months ago
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So long I hold you dear in my heart,
like a fossil preserved in amber,
a relic of a time when love was new,
and the world was full of wonder.
So long you put a mark on my heart,
like a cartographer mapping the unknown,
you drew the contours... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 2 Views added 2 months ago
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I was sold a lie, a funfair fantasy,
told it was all just a game, a playful symphony.
But the melody was discordant, the rhythm was wrong,
and the laughter was a thin disguise for the pain that was sung.
Albeit amusing at the time, a youthful,... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 3 Views added 2 months ago
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O, fairest and most inquisitive of souls, what noble deeds
Must I perform to satiate thy deepest yearnings and assuage
Thy troubled passions? What gentle ministrations shall I employ
To bring thee peaceful calm and serene repose?
Shall sweet... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 3 Views added 2 months ago
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My heart was a cassette, you hit play
and I unwound, spooling out my soul
every mixtape memory, every love letter
I wrote to you, in invisible ink, on my skin
but then I saw the tracklist, and it wasn't me
it was just a playlist of... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 2 Views added 2 months ago
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Time zones divide us, but the sun shines on us all,
a reminder that our worth isn't measured by our bankroll's call.
Don't sell your soul to the highest bidder, no matter the price,
'cause when the money's gone, the memories will still be nice.
... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 2 Views added 2 months ago
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We grumble under gray skies,
complaining of the rain's refrain.
But do we ever stop to ask,
is the weather truly to blame?
Do the trees tremble with discontent,
or do they stretch their leafy arms, embracing the storm's wild kiss?
Do the... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 9 Views added 3 months ago
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Raising children, a wondrous thing,
Bringing joy that makes the heart sing.
Watching them grow, strong and free,
A treasure to behold, for you and me.
But as they mature, and feelings unfold,
A new challenge arises, for parents to hold.
The... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 1 View added 3 months ago
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We're the architects of tiny humans,
building bridges with our words,
but when we parent like kids,
we're constructing a blueprint for blurred lines.
We're the cartographers of their emotions,
mapping out the terrain of their hearts,
but... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 4 Views added 3 months ago
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We are the masters of hindsight,
wise only when the damage is done,
when the whispers of warning have turned to shouts,
and the consequences of our actions have just begun.
We are the virtuosos of regret,
skilled in the art of "what if" and... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 0 Views added 3 months ago
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Don't mistake my gentle heart for love's sweet flame,
Lest you assume all kindness bears the same.
Don't confuse my open arms for sentimental ties,
Lest you forget that warmth can be a friendly... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 11 Views added 4 months ago
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Once more, the rains descend upon my face,
Like years gone by, refreshing my soul's space.
The droplets soak my skin, a lovely grace,
Rejuvenating life, in every single place.
The world's revived, its vibrant hues regain,
As petals lift, and... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 4 Views added 4 months ago
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Oh, my polychrome mind,
What can I do to keep a firm grip hold of my memories?
Oh, my lovely brain,
What can I do to keep each memory like a stamp on my... – by Nelzealours Motoe Nels | 0 Views added 4 months ago
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When I am overwhelmed by sorrows and gloomy days cumbersome to tread through,
O, Jehovah I look to thee.
From an entrapment thou emancipate my soul,
O, Jehovah thou art Powerful.
Thou deserve my praise,
Henceforth, I'll praise... – by Nelzealours Motoe Nels | 3 Views added 5 months ago
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Ignorance departs,
Love, truth reveal their true worth;
Wisdom's gentle... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 212 Views added 5 months ago
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Beware the dichotomy of care,
Where benevolence and deceit entwine.
The gentleman's concern is pure and true,
While the malicious heart conceals its design.
Discern wisely, lest you fall prey,
To ulterior motives that masquerade as kindness... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 5 Views added 5 months ago
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Exposed beauty, fragile and fair,
Surrenders to time, and damage is there.
No matter how radiant, how divine,
Openness invites the ravages of time.
Conversely, the unassuming, the plain,
Endure the test of time, unscathed, unchanged.
Boxed... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 4 Views added 5 months ago
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When my words settle upon your skin,
don't assume they're born from the depths within.
I am a writer, a weaver of tales,
not all my words are heart-anchored sails.
Some skim the surface, like stones on a lake,
leaving ripples, not revealing... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 318 Views added 5 months ago
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All I know is that we both exist.
Like two luminaries, the sun and the moon,
Though they align in rare eclipse,
They remain separate, never touching,
Two worlds apart, in celestial... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Shall I love thee as I love to dine,
And savor thy thoughts within my mind?
For every moment with thee is divine,
Thou art my feast, my heart doth... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 5 Views added 5 months ago
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Wisdom's prime, a number one,
Divides my soul, the quotient's won.
In life's equation, you're the key,
Solving shame, setting me free.
We're co-prime, our bond's so strong,
Together walking, right and wrong.
Half and half, our symmetry,
... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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wisdom finds you,
it's like a whispered secret
in the hollow of your chest,
a gentle nudge that says,
"you are more than enough."
it's the soft curve of a question
that unravels the threads of shame
and weaves a tapestry of worth.
in... – by Nelzealours Motoe | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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