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How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our pray
He's our big brother, what he says goes, he loves us more than anyone knows, everything he says is always true, when he wants your opinion, he will give it to you! What could we do without his direction?, NOTHING, this
Milan Springtime Twilight From my window I see four men formally suited with raised fists and open mouths My camera is set One finger prods one shoulder one foot advances I ‘CLICK’. All those in the street have turned toward
That's ma word Give thanks I give thanks for you And you and you and you And yes you too And oh yes, giving thanks for me too This thanks more than just a positive vibration This thanks bursts banks of any negative situation So Thank you ve
Poetic speculations, (of a philosophical nature)
It is to us forever our duty to relay With pride our tale of courage on the Isles that fateful day. September 1838 she battled through the storm for others she risked her life in the early hours of morn. Gracie is the 'darling' of the north-
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia - Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, Touch me, So I sing a song of love, Julia
Yes I'm bored but managed it :)
Pondering on the old and the new. Best wishes to all !
Hope is the birthplace of our dreams; it’s perched in our souls. Hope sings an eternal song avoiding all impossibilities with a returning option. Hope is like an undistinguished flame that shouldn’t ever fully burn out. Hope allows us to not hit r
Antivax Stupidity!
Read it and vibe
Im a director of movies, and so are you, I am famous, so are you too, you started with nothing, you have written the script, oh how it show be, and what people will see,,, are you poverty stricken? or eatiing kentucy fried chicken? Are the extras mo
What say you to this!I believe most people will shy away from a reply here, because of being afraid to speak out against what's in front of them. So it go'es to show that fear tactics work. I believe I'm here for a reason, not too sure what that reason is, but I'll not let fear interupt what I feel needs to be said.
The wonderment of life is lost in the trouble and the strife, dont take it all as true, your world is only you, you can give or you can take, you can be real or you can be fake, you can play this game that we adhere, theres nothing lost, nothing to
Reflections about finding moments of peace and solitude.
park life in the driveway, pour a little wine and listen
I suddenly have some kind of magical feeling, despite the fact that I have not been celebrating winter holidays for a long time ........
A call to the brave my friends, traditional fun.
I wrote this poem when i was feeling depressed and i decided to go by the riverside...
Balance... Two sides of the same coin. All points in a circle. Synapses and metaphorical bloods. Come together... Forged up- from will to hand to remind me of the reason. So find me- Rarest, rawest form. I have learned to ho
Look! Look look!! Look look!! Look ya..... When I put ma finger to da pen Uncomprehend what I comprehend Literally making ma mind bend To curb My egos influence To open My magnificence A light bright enough To burn away da fikki
Weekday escape to a quiet beach
Try to make yourself see how bad you are maybe in your decisions, maybe you are going through a bad time, but do not give up It is the solution, set your sights on what you have to do to get out of any problem
Torn canvases in an empty room The pain inside this tomb Soul shattered by crowd that booms Shouting your weaknesses across streets so dense You question yourself over and over inside your doom To rise above your depleted strength and sense To
Tiring of the IT change onslaught
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 "Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."
This is my poem and it is to explain how life twists and turns. I’m relaxed with a coffee as I write this original work.
Dada ramble
ah to walk the cool corridors of elegance in Summer
Sometimes that feeling of talking to myself makes me crazy, sometimes it makes me wiser ......
Gotta have faith n trust the process Especially when negativity gives the test Fight that stress n depress n the undesirableness With joy n happiness But how? When all around energy like bloodhound bringing ya down n bringing ya down But is
Gotta have faith n trust the process Especially when negativity gives the test Fight that stress n depress n the undesirableness With joy n happiness But how? When all around energy like bloodhound bringing ya down n bringing ya down But is
Like chasing the dream Or so it would seem Always looking for an ends to this mean Or is it a means to this end Let my mind bend Uncomprehend! Flowing floetry Rainbowing poetry With an input of soul n heart to make this art Spectacularly s
Always on point you are Don't worry don't doubt Definitely don't shout Look around n about Take a taste n embrace this place like no time to waste Tomorrow you may not be breathing Mek sure a positive mark you are leaving Behind Like our a
But things change That's just the way it is Don't try to compare Always be prepared Life's a b*tch cos things switch Like feeling fine then got a stitch Is it something you ate? Something you did create? You are what you eat Energy is e
liberating yourself
breaking the deadly routine
This is some…. Morning blues Tasting these Morning dews Be amused I'm amused at these stews In the pot boiling Always toiling Winding n coiling Chain need oiling Battery flat Running on empty but the ego still fat Rat trap Flap cla
Rough time tough time it always come to an end. Trust in God
Spring liaison
Blast the basic primitive notion to conform to the norm or sware by another's devotion. A brick placed against the same In order to wall off trouble will only in time be lost in the rubble. So pay little heed to the dominant suggesti
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