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Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to
I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.
A tavern Simple-complex, happy-low, A water hole full of regulars Heartbroken, shy or smitten Wealthy or wily smugglers. A rustic smoking a cigar, Passing colloquial remarks, A skillful pianist playing, A journey an artist embarks. A wanderer at heart, I
If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;
(Trite thoughts on marriage, how it starts and how it lasts) Soulful words that allay and lull the heart Astral ebullience, those moments oft impart… Smiles that hold some mischief, some virtue… Glory and happiness, oaths, a good fortitude. Love
I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to
When pillars are broken building is to drop With their support roof remains at the top With their strength destination is to hop With out them every effort is to flop Parents are but real mercy of God In their
There are times where I question my existence Times where my purpose on this earth is vague Times where I feel lonely and worthless Times where I feel like I haven’t achieved enough But every time I wake up, I
After so much struggle Throughout the year , After achieving success That you had feared, It’s time to cherish. To be thankful for the good Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,
Apathetic forever responses just try being bit concerned Readjust to a sense of giving for volumes to be returned Get rid of limiting blinkers to view all what surrounds Delights ripened for picking where bliss always abounds In vain quest
I had come from California for a visit with my oldest brother who had returned not long ago to live out the rest of his days in this quiet little Delta town of Clarksdale, Mississippi. After spending a night and
It all started when my mother left me, I started to feel empty. Days passed by, weeks slowly fading months began hating me emotionally. Years and even decades swept suddenly, My mind said to stop this agony. I started to
Your eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. -Anonymous Switch off the TV, it is performing to blind eyes Unplug the internet, let’s disconnect the outside Pile duvets on the sofa and we’ll
I travel between two worlds World of imagination, another of daily settings. I work, I talk, I sleep and eat And do all things, all for common blessings. My essential hours guide me To assume my conscious self Amid the
Mid May Moon, rise not now With such dim face in burnt haven. Troubling summer with fiery fumes Has filed the sky sphere to utter haziness Making your turf more tired and clay Sucking all azures from Venus scoop. The
It’s winter now. A sea of flaking whites with Few Mahonias and Jacquelines blooming bright Just the way you’d loved them. Of flowers, now I’d rather you be a wreath on my bosom Than a lonely rose on the lapel.
Oh my Sunshine, are you looking for shade! Or do you miss the light under the scanty rain? Are you my yesterday’s reminiscence or my today’s muse in disguise? I, who fell in love with the monsoon that took away
Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I
The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log
Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.