Let the heart speak!
knowing its mind and own
place,
knowing its opulent space --
knowing our lies and truths,
the shallow or depth
of window-eyes, the soul that records
our breaks and ties...
the heart, a poet’s lexicon
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With understanding, some will drown in the depths, as others wade in the shallows.
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Some truths are so shallow, nothing can float on its barren mirage.
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Truth is like water. Intellectualism is in the shallow. You have to dive in deeper to experience its reality and quality.
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Common sense is wisdom... in the shallow end of the pool.
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Shadows of yesteryears rise up again on All Hallows Eve, to roam the streets and parks, to whisper in the trees.
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My shallowest self is usually deeper than most people's deepest
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A shallow mind . . . will often sink to new depths.
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Within the hallowed walls of life we play with the dignities our pretense describes to children.
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The most terrifying thing in the world is beauty, it stops breath, causes wars, turns brother against brother and often kills without thought. True beauty is the thing to be most scared of it is the biggest strength and the greatest weakness as it shows the one you reveal yourself to every scar, horror and care you had, to find someone who accepts you scars and all, everything seen and unseen is true love, people are usually shallow which is why true love is so rare.
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"Purple is swallowed regal royal and read, the Jade Green shallow ponds of wading tidal pools silently investigated, inquisitive slender fingers turn over smooth rocks and hard shells, eventually surprises - Asteroidea - in the oceans of a distant Turquoise harbour are found and kept; in the pages of dreams, saltwater mirrors fed and treasure boxes opened and plundered." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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some days are gems in shallow waters of endlessness
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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Superficiality today is like easily treading in a shallow lagoon since some are just too afraid or too preoccupied to learn to swim in the aquatic deep.
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Lies fester even more in shallow water.
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Stagnation persists in the shallows, life evolves in the depths
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The deeper one insults the shallower we become...
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Emotional and spiritual scars are deeper and harder to heal than those shallow ones you find on the surface
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If you think feminism is beneficial to women then you ought to consider objectively the men's perspective. I've materially helped hundreds of thousands of women coast to coast and no feminist every helped. They are shallow useless complainers.
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Sometimes I throw matchsticks into shallow poems to see if they can float
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