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The Painful Reality of Perfectionism
The Painful Reality of Perfectionismby Michael DoyleThere is a need to face eventuallyWhether painful or not, the realityThat however much we have optimismThere is no such thing as perfectionismAt least so much as actually be perfectThere is only really the … Continue reading
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Tagged Accept, Analysis, Attitude, Bearable, Best Ways, Burdens, Capable, Correct, Crack, Creation, Crush Your Soul, Daughters, Days, Destroy, Door, Embrace, Encouragement, Error, Eventually, Father, Fear, Foolish, Honest Face, Humility, Illuminate, Imperfection, Incapable, Light Gets In, Need, Nothing, Optimism, Pain, Paralysis, Perfect, Perfectionism, Poetry and Poems, Practiced Failure, Pretend, Push, Reality, Restrain, Self-Correction, self-improvement, Self-Solitude, Share, Sing, Something, Song of Life, Time Enough, Trace, Truth, Truth of Life, Unachievable, Uncertainty, Urgency, Well Being, World
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Mess Over Neatness
Mess Over Neatnessby Michael DoyleShall we live as Lucy or LinusAs a spreadsheet of plus and minusMinimalism can be said to be neatBut life as messy has this beatIt is a deep-seated emotional needThat a life well-lived is one freedFrom … Continue reading
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Tagged Clumsy, Clutter, Constraint, Emotional Need, Eventually, Family, Freed, Hassles, Life, Linus Pauling, Lucy, Mess, Messy, Minimalism, Neat, Neat-Freaks, Neatness, Paperweight, Personality, Plus and Minus, Poetry and Poems, Possessions, Restraint, Sentimentality, Spreadsheet, We Were Here, Well-Lived
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Hiding From Sins
Hiding From Sinsby Michael DoyleAcross a desert filled with mortalityA lonely creature seeks its immortalityAbove the canyon and ridden on the ridgeDeath itself holds its own bridgeQuestions run vast in seeking realityMonsters of a kind collide eventuallyIn an attempt to … Continue reading
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Tagged Bridge, Canyon, Death, Desert, Eventually, Hiding, Immortality, Lonely Creature, Mortality, Poetry and Poems, Questions, Reality, Ridge, Sins
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On Finding You Finding You
On Finding You Finding Youby Michael DoyleWithout a snort and very little poutYou said it all when you walked outI’ll say that I admire your integrityAs you work your own path and identityWho is to say what forges a personalityOnly … Continue reading
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Tagged Admire, Authentic, Breeze, Bridge, Carry, Conversation, Deceptions, Dreams, Drive, Eventually, Everywhere, Fantasy, Fears, Feeling, Finding You, Fixed Destination, Forge, Gone, Identity, In the End, Integrity, Intimacy, Knee Deep, Lakeside, Little Girls, Make-Up, Mystic, Outright, Perceptions, Personality, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pout, Reveal, Run, Said It All, Snort, Society, Star Gaze, Sunday, Time and God, Today, Tom Boy, Tomorrow, Trust, Walked Out, Weeds, Whisper, Wind, Work Your Own, You
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