The Flower of My Secret is definitely more based in true emotions. I also wanted to make something more realistic, but not naturalistic or simple.
quote by Pedro Almodovar
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From the naturalistic point of view, all men are equal. There are only two exceptions to this rule of naturalistic equality: geniuses and idiots.
quote by Mikhail Bakunin
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Darwinism is not merely a support for naturalistic philosophy: it is a product of naturalistic philosophy.
quote by Phillip E. Johnson
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Simple Kind Of Life
For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didnt work out, Im covered in shells
And all I wanted was a simple thing
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife
Im so ashamed, Ive been so mean
I dont know how it got to this point
Ooh I always was the one with all the love
But you came along, Im hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser lookin for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
Oh if we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought Id be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like youd be a good dad
Now all the simple things are simply too complicated for my life
Howd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Simple Friends and True Friends
A SIMPLE friend has never seen you cry...
A TRUE friend has her shoulders wet because of your tears...
A SIMPLE friend does not know your parents' names...
A TRUE friend has all their numbers in her phone...
A SIMPLE friend brings a bottle of wine to your party...
A TRUE friend comes early to help you get everything ready and leaves late because she stayed to help you clean...
A SIMPLE friend hates it when you call and she was about to go to sleep...
A TRUE friend asks you why you why you took so long to call...
A SIMPLE friend will talk to you about your problems...
A TRUE friend will help you with your problems..
A SIMPLE friend will imagine your romantic life...
A TRUE friend will use it to tease you...
A SIMPLE friend will act as another guest when she comes to your house...
A TRUE friend will help herself to anything from the fridge...
A SIMPLE friend thinks your relationship will end after a big fight...
A TRUE friend knows your relatiionship will be stronger...
A SIMPLE friend expects you to be there for her...
A TRUE friend will always be there for you...
(I need to finish it. I got it from a powerpoint slide off the internet)
poem by Daisy Perez
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Those Simple Things
The film we saw and loved
The cab that never showed
The moon that walked us home
Tell me that you care
Let me know you're mine
Ain't it those simple things
That make love a joy to live
The pleasure they bring
Just the thrill they bring
Just the thrill it is to give
Emotions will sing
With just those simple things
The light upon your hair
The touch of your skin
This cotton cave we're in
Tell me that you care
Let me know you're mine
Ain't it those simple things
That make love a joy to live
The pleasure they bring
Just the thrill they bring
Just the thrill it is to give
Emotions will sing
With just those simple things
Tell me that you care
Let me know you're mine
Ain't it those simple things
That make love a joy to live
The pleasure they bring
Just the thrill they bring
Just the thrill it is to give
Emotions will sing
With just those simple things
Those simple things
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Am i just a flower?
Used only when wanted, givin away after.
am i just a flower?
People only use me, to make a 'big impression'
but what happens after words?
im tossed back aside,
ready for the next person's pick.
am i really just a Flower? ?
Used only as givin beauty,
sure people may get inspiration from me,
but am to be just a flower?
What about when i die?
will they still then care?
no, cause i guess im just a flower.
im only used to be givin away,
or make a 'big impression',
waiting for the next person's pick,
im only just a flower.
life is so cruel to treat me as such,
but hey, who cares right?
im Only just a Flower.
poem by Darlene Belcher
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Secret mirror
This mirror has no soul
No thoughts or feelings
This mirror has a secret
A secret that hides true view
It hides everything pure
And shows everything ugly
This mirror
Has no rule
Has no sense of emotions
This mirror is a secret
poem by Joelstine Gonzaga
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Simple Love
Love the
Flower's
Love too
Flower's...
Flower's are
Speak with
Every day
Smile.. sumile...
You speak love
And love
With love too
Flower's...
Flower's love
Love with you...
Don't miss
To day your's home
One flower plant bring on
Put the pot
On any coner put it
Each and every day
Only given to water and
Love it...love it
One day smile
And sumile flower
Clourfully say too;
'I love you'
Its living true
Don't miss the simple love...!
Do the love for
Flower's...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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It's Not Realistic
It's not realistic,
That everyone can live so posh.
To be massaged and sit in spas.
Or fly in private jets.
Nibbling on petite fours,
And the best of caviar.
It is not realistic,
Everyone can be a 'star'.
Followed by an entourage.
Or rush quickly to a chauffeur driven,
Corniche Rolls Royce car.
Parked outside of the Ritz Hotel.
No.
It isn't realistic,
To have someone shop for them.
While they pop champagne,
To dropp a big tip after eating something exquisite.
As adorning fans watch.
From behind guards who block,
Closer approaches.
It's.
Just not for everyone,
Realistic.
Even for those wishing,
As they sit on a dock fishing..
For Tuna in the Ozarks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Secret Heart
Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics.
Secret heart what are you made of?
What are you so afraid of?
Could it be three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
Secret heart, why so mysterious?
Why so secret, why so serious?
Maybe you're just acting tough
Maybe you're just not bad enough
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
(Bridge) 2x
This very secret you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one you're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel
Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't
Go through it alone?
Let her in on your secret heart
Let her in on your secret heart
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I Picked A Flower
I picked a flower from a bush
And I loved it so
Put it in a vase next to my bed
But how was I to know
That the flower cried for its bush
That the bush cried for its flower
But how was I to know
That the flower would die in an hour
The flower withered away
And I put it inside my book
Because I loved the flower so
But how was I to know
That the flower gasped for breath
That it was facing death
But how was I to know
That the flower so badly wanted to go
And I kept the flower close to me
So that every day I could see
But how was I know
That the flower that I had loved so
Had always hated me
That there was pain I couln't see
And how was I to know?
poem by Shobhita Singh
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Singing dancing
Singing dancing flower
Came to me
I welcome flower
And it faded.
Flower is the supreme
And final and pure
Flower know secret of surrender
Does not know addition subtraction.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Suicide Sad but True
The voices make you blue
This is sad but true
Now suicide is waiting for you
This is sad but true
Pills seem to be the way now
This sad but true
The bottle is waiting
This is sad but true
What are you to do
This sad but true
Now you swallow all but two
This is sad but true
As your skin turns blue
This is sad but true
Your friend breathes into you
This is sad but true
How did this not work for you
This is sad but true
You just wanted to die too
This is sad but true
Maybe next time will do
This is sad but true
You pray the knife will cut you into
This is sad but true
What they have done to you
This is sad but true
Now this will have to do
This sad but true
Now it is done for you
This is but true
Jeremy
poem by Jeremy Gibbs
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The flower's scent-Sonnet
The flower's scent for the moon's highness
Is like red of hero leaving his battle far away!
Forever he lives with his induced blindness
'Cause his courage disappeared in the spring of May!
The honest Helen of Troy in her inner fire bent
Her strange memory there wanting forever to lye!
Don't blush her truth and the flower's scent
Don't ever stir the scent of any opened lie.
The indifference and the hate usually can twist
The power of the Rainbow-Queen with a false tear
The rose of the flower's sense maybe don't exist
Even when looking after them very, very near!
The realistic cruelty of any clever black heart
Is to make the sense of any blame a work of art.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Only Desire Will Not Work
Only desire will not give good start
Feel from inner depth and start
Poetry and emotions start with tears
That speaks of your anguish to bear
Make those feeling to be heard in words
Do nothing and wait for blessings from the lord
Words have powerful impact
That makes you to cry with skill and art
You need no pen and paper
That may be like words on water
It may go away with one fresh wave
Nothing will remain in mind for others to behave
Inject emotions that must look real
Undergone with sufferings while making deal
It may then be felt by others same as you
This is principle when you are writing true
You need not ask how they feel about poems
Let it come in form of few words by them
Simple acceptance of facts may certainly make the space
You may then have satisfaction with bright shine on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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More Than This
Every (for a?) second of your life
Tell me if (that?) its true
I'm waiting for a sign
It's all i want of you
You heart hides a secret
A promise of what is
Something more than this
Just a second of your time
Any one will do
The (a?) taste of any other
Is all i want from you
Offer me the world
How can i resist
Something more than this
Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as is seems
Too see touch taste smell hear
But never know if its real
But never know if its real
Every (for a?) second of you life
Tell me if its true
Anywhere we are
It's all i want of you
In your lips lies a secret
A promise of a kiss
Or (of?) something more than this
Just a second of your time
Any one will do
Deny (to know?) any other
Is all i want from you
Giving me the world
You know (now?) i cant resist
Something more than this
Make believe in magic
Make believe in dreams
Make believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
Never really understand
What anything means
What anything means
Another second of my life
Not knowing if its true
Make believe in nothing
It's all i want of you
Whispering the (whisper me a?) secret
Whisper in my ears (whisper me there is?)
Always something other
Something more than this
song performed by by Cure
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Poisoned Thorn Apple
I have love a thorn apple flower,
Which is scentless and very cute white flower-
But it is full of poisoned.
I have decorate my home only by this flower
Take care it every moment by my over capacity and
Forget all everything for this flower.
I don’t know when some poison
Have scatter in my whole body.
It has make me Mad,
It has make me homeless,
it have make me alone,
It has make me hungry,
It has make me sleepless,
It has made me guard in dark night.
It has make me a dirty boy
On the street.
Oh my thorn apple flower!
poem by Shahin Mallik
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This Flower
This flower is a gift...given to all...
Some loose it...
Some have it stolen...
And some give it away...
This flower cannot be replaced...
For once it's gone...it's gone...
Another cannot be grown...
When others do not have their flower anymore...
Some of them laugh because you still have this flower...
But havin' this flower still shouldn't make you feel akward...
Bein' able to hold on to this flower for so long should bring you joy...
Havin' this flower after many others have lost theirs...
Should make you feel special at heart...
You shouldn't be ashamed that you still have this flower...
Hold this flower close and be proud...
This flower can bring Happiness, tears, regret, and even Life...
If you still hold this flower...
Hold strong...
You are not the only one...
For I still hold this lovely flower...
poem by Jennifer Carmical
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Anguish Thoughts
I saw a flower
Not so fresh, enchanting
It has no sweet smell as roses have.
But it has the thorns of roses.
If I touch a flower
I can tell its soft or rough
But all flowers are soft
Soft petals with sweet fragrance
Make a flower beloved.
But I can’t touch this flower
For it is dangerous.
But worms found its bed
And going to destroy my little flower.
Can this secret love
Destroy her crimson petals?
poem by Abdul Hakeem Parannur
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The Life History of The Little Flower
The delicate petals fanned the tiny flower,
Waking fragrantly after the nudging shower,
Shyly it peeped around the beautiful bower,
Not realising its immense power of attraction.
Its quaint face and vibrant eyes,
Made onlookers feel grateful and wise.
Emotions, spirits and thoughts nobly rise,
In appreciation of the aesthetics of nature.
It looked at the sun and the shadowy moon,
Not knowing it would miss them soon.
Life is so brief. It was getting to be noon.
But that did not dismay the flower at all.
A bee saw it from the corner of its eye,
Skilfully it zoomed down closer to pry,
Lighting on the flower with spirits high,
It soon zoomed away with its fill of nectar.
A butterfly as dainty as the flower,
Lighted on the masterpiece in the bower,
Soon it flitted away there being no bar,
To enjoy the pollen it carried with it.
The sun went down and a mild breeze blew,
A gust attracted by the flower covered with dew,
Wanted to be friends with such beauty true,
So it approached it with furious excitement.
Reaching the flower it stopped in awe,
Never having seen such excellence before
Impetuously let out a loud, exultant roar,
Encircling the flower to strengthen their bond.
The pearly flower did not know where to look,
The rush of wind its petals vigorously shook,
The blast was playing the game to the book.
Soon the fragile flower lay completely bare.
As the petals floated away in all directions,
The naughty gust being ashamed of its actions,
Quickly rushed off. That was its heartless reaction,
To the demise of the ornament of the bower.