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False people will always try to exploit you when the odds are against you Dissimulating the blame with stupid excuses and lies too They constantly try to turn the situation around on you But fortunately what goes around comes around
Bright and beautiful describes her smile The happiness and feelings are real, the tightest Make me smile without saying a word, it’s been a while Millions of sunflowers but she’s the brightest Patron and Don Julio at night Grateful and
They were that kind of people clapping with their heartbeat like caught fish slap their tails against the ground they cheated on life from time to time smiling with tight lips stretched in a straight line faking laughter clasping teeth
To feel her hand upon your face, her gentle caress like a tingling grace. The heat of her hands as they trace a path. Silken stockings on an exposed calf. To gaze into eyes so deep with desire, your heart
They say; You know how to write. We just don’t have time for you. You know what, This is going to be painful. It’s never our intention to hurt anyone. The thing is, You seem quiet, arrogant. We’re unsure if
The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.
Just maybe someday, I could walk the earth, happily with no more despair, with my luggage, roaming the unknown, meeting strangers at stopping points, then we’ll talk about stars and life, and the A.M doesn’t halt us. Just maybe someday,
Through shades of dark red embered fires, so many unfulfilled desires When orange suns and sallow skies created more than pain filled eyes That once watched tired yellow moons reach out to cast star silver runes, As they spread out
He did not fathom my words; Or that ensnaring wasn’t meant for birds. I was at my wits end; But his stiff-necked tenacity refused to bend. What’s sauce for the goose wasn’t sauce for the gander; I lacked the candour
Rub cheese on your knees, To cure a runny nose. Sliced onions on your bunions, To ease your itchy toes. A banana in your ear, Will dry those dreadful tears. A carrot up your nose, Will keep your vision clear.
The string that ties everybody together Each vibrating a different sonnet Expressing the tune of melody connecting the human hearts Oh! I listen to the frequency of the string My fingers gently getting on the strings I feel the strings
There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that
The rain makes puddles on the pavements Children splash their boots in them, it’s not a crime People have ideas and make their statements No one really cares, it’s just a ripple in time I think throwing a stone into
His dress impressed him like naïve Though he strongly reflected the native Only a half dhoti and a shawl he wore But his simple dress spoke more It was the dress of an Indian peasant Though he emerged as more
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
Clear diamonds would regale, by being rare, In glints, beguiling, by the wearer’s hand; Hell conjures in many an envious stare, If but this gem been plenteous as sand; And yet raw quartz, may lay uncut for years, Which also
Love, bless this quest I am about to start, I’ll sail the seas and leave lonely this wharf, And like in days, when errand knights depart, Please throw to me your lovely kiss-marked scarf; I’ll look in waves for semblance
When darkness reigns, And the light is quite dim… A small voice says ‘hope’, There is lot more to be seen…! It will neither be the end, Nor will it be the beginning… Unless one is steadfast, To embrace what
In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence,
Listen that delicate one at the stream With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream Quiet is the drop and the orangish
True friends stand by your side and don’t ever leave you, They will fill your life with love make sure you’re never left blue. Friends mold your life and make it so much better than it already is, They flood
Sometimes in the dark, I see them break apart, With furry or straight hair, Into pieces of never there. I reload and think back, To when parlour music played, People laughed and went home, So happy that they came. Then
alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris – McGeehan First borne progeny to the late Harriet and current octogenarian widower Boyce Harris her birth delivered more than the sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled with contentment as
The voices, unheard The image, unseen. The crevasse that separates The analysis from my mind. It can’t reach me, as I cannot reach it myself. But still I am told to reach For the goal that I cannot see. Before,
Gone beyond extendable territories, Raging past the fierce wilderness, Words were never spoken, The time was never mentioned. People almost do things: He almost reached, She almost left, They almost gave in, We almost failed. Almost will not suffice, It
Well what’s wrong with the world that We can’t all just get along? Surely this is the dream of the Angels and Jehovah’s never ending song. Love and compassion go a long, long way So embrace your brother with warm
Our earth with waters blue Gives mankind a hidden clue Of the tragic end that’d be true For all creation a dreadful hue. You heard the silent cries of earth That echo deep within your heart Pricked seemingly as a
Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of