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Mr E Jun 2019
For me,
The most beautiful women
Are the ones who reveal the least.
They are mysteries,
Leaving much to the imagination.
Mr E Jun 2019
Only when do we feel confident in ourselves
When we look in the mirror that looks back at us
And both reflections smile

When we let go of the fears that bind us
That wrap us like chains
Permitting us to go only so far

Only when we drop our disguises
The masks we wear to hide our faces
Will we be comfortable with ourselves

And if the world did the same
Where no one hid beneath a mask
We would all be free

We would all be happy
Mr E Jun 2019
Dreams provide a glimpse of who we are.
Within that pocket of reality,
In that dilation of time,
We are trapped with nobody,
But ourselves.
Where no one can judge us
Where no one can do us harm
Dreams are where we are truly free
Mr E Jun 2019
To become what you truly desire
One must accept themself for what they really are
But to tear down those insecurities
Can lead them down
Quite the opposite road
Mr E Jun 2019
When the lakes have dried and leaves have rot
As we choke upon the air we breathe
In anguished cries, shall we ask "Where have we got?"
"Is this really how man will leave?"

As the waters rise and drown out our screams
When acid falls from clouds above
With swollen fish floating down the streams
At what point will we say enough?

As the animals die from poisoned bile
From the ground in which they fed
We shrug and scoff, "That won't happen for awhile"
Nestled comfortably in our beds

When the world is grey and full of dust
When the last living things are us
From the gutters, disease approaches
As we spread across the world like roaches.
Mr E May 2019
Unmoving, cold-hearted, unbiased, fair
Unnerving, unstoppable, unending, glare
Unrelenting, forever, unbroken, stare
Ongoing, eternal, an infinite, despair

We think
We're all
Immune
To time.

How funny

It is

To believe

This Lie.

Time waits

For no one

Neither you

Nor I.

We live.


We love.


We fade.


We Die.
Mr E May 2019
If only there was a way to know
When you were in the good ole days
So you could enjoy them
For all that they were

If only that were true
And we could appreciate those
Warm distant days
When we thought life was timeless
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