humble

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Rain, rain, go away.
I am not her, Not my past, Nor a name.   I am not the order Of the stars, Or the gods of the months, Or the beasts that follow the moon.   Our value no more than
I see death taking a toll on my shoulders The darkness overflows and my flesh starts to feel colder I can feel myself fade away I notice that everything around me remains the same
Leave me in my privacy Quiets all i want to be Its how I stay at peace Living gently and unwarily Enjoying what's next to me Comfortably and humbly A life so care free
SWOOSH! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT SHOT OF YOUR GOAL... BEHOLD, AS MY LIFE STORY UNFOLD INTO A BEAUTIFUL BEAST... IT IS PASSIONATE IN WHAT IT SEEKS... IF I AM DESIRABLY QUIET THAT MEANS HE SPEAKS...
  Wrinkled edges and dog-eared pages, Smudges from the swift stroke of a careless hand ― Crispy remnants of a poem spaghetti-stained
a star shines bright in the dark night skies but when the morning sun rises it hides   a hero lends a helping hand to a needing man
I am passionate and humble. I wonder what the future holds for humanity for it seems it desires to be hugged lovingly. I hear “friends” snickering and mumbling behind each other’s backs.
You've brought me back from the point of death, Into your arms of light. I need you more than I can confess,
(Prayer Poem)
For the misfourtuane Of the fortunate Is that they live Within their shell of a life And the foutuane Of the misfourtunate Is that they live Like it will be The last day Of their life
My Definition Us human beings; residents of our minds & slaves of our soul We choose to see what is only wrong in every journey; what cannot be fixed
After 23 years, the eyes seen so much, trying to keep up in life, but its always in a rush. High School flew by, Undergrad did too, struggling to get by, while my bank account gave me the blues.
I am not perfect but flawless, yes. I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress. I am a woman with muscle on her bones. I am the queen of many thrones. I smile and yet I hide my pain.
What makes me flawless? The fact that I am everything EXCEPT flawless; but have the confidence as if I am... What makes me flawless is the LOVE I have for my flaws. My flaws make me who I am... They define me  
I catch my self every now and then, loosing my cool and get angry within. Running my mouth whenever I please, offending people around me. I go around stating ignorant facts, 
  Better practice humility. That is what I would change. Every person that you meet in this life knows something that you don't; learn from them. Be willing to acknowledge
I'm a humble person, Which means I like to serve others So when I see you crying on the street, Nothing is about me.  I wanna serve  Rather than be served
Why am I me? The air I breathe is so thick at times Days like these I just close my eyes The tears fall at the wrong times When I laugh I wipe my wet skin When I'm sad my skins dry
The season of Autumn was about in the air, in your soul, under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind, swirling the fire leaves everywhere. Like fireworks in the sky.
I am not the knight you seek, I have no armor, dull or sleek. I don't have the shining hair, the flowing speech, the noble air. I only have this humble heart, Which I would give, at whisper's start.
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