Our World Is What We Choose It To Be...
(warning this poem is about a 4 1/2 on the cheesy scale) #myworld Welcome to this world that is mine.
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(warning this poem is about a 4 1/2 on the cheesy scale) #myworld Welcome to this world that is mine.
Love is mysterious Love is great Love is infectious Love doesn't hesitate But love, is nothing Nothing without hate.
To whom, which, what is beautiful is it from eyes sight sparkles of light, delightful senses, reflections, light-waves, shapes and colour. Could there be any other...
Once upon a time,. There was a cry. The cry of a baby. Laid on the crib. There was a party. to celebrate his birth. Five years later,. There was a cry. The cry of a child. Who fell to the ground.
Sometimes, You've got to cry to be happy. Sometimes, You've got to shout to be calm. Sometimes, You've got to be spiteful to love.
Sitting all day, unable to walk Crying and giggling your method of talk Bonded to those that shelter and care A growing love whenever they're there.
A heart is a fragile thing. More delicate than a butterfly wing. It can be light and float like a feather. Or heavy and under the weather. It rhythmically beats like tribal drums.
Love can lead Love bleeds Make us ache for something Impossible to shake.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder The truth if ever it was spoken But beauty isn't bleach blond hair It's the strength of someone broken It's the smile of that little boy Whom cancer ravaged...
Imagine a world without pain, No anger, No heart break, Nothing to gain, A world without grief, No sadness, No rage, Wouldn't...
Staring into the face. A story shall unfold. It's blind to misery. Happiness is now told. Each contoured bone. Has a memory there. Shedding just a few. When it's time to bare. The eyes have glory.
Seeing is a funny game, People just don't see the same, One man's win's another's loss, One man's underling another's boss. Our vision skewed by our own views, what others think, what others choose.
Life. A dream for the wise. A game for the fool. A comedy for the rich. A tragedy for the poor. A gift for the pious. A laugh for the humorist. A vexation for the cynic. A cult for the communist.
A tear can hold a memory, A thousand times its size, A tear can hold betrayal: Show the truth behind the lies.
I have seen the mountains in the glory of the dawn, Seen the sunset in the ocean, serene, profound and calm, I have seen the mighty eagle soaring over the plains, Seen the dry lands of the dessert...
Just now, Someone died. Someone was born. Someone got a broken bone. Someone got a broken heart. Someone just lost everything. And someone just got it all back. Someone just lost a parent.
“Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years. You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right.
She cries because she's ugly, she cries because she's alone. She cries because her parents won't listen, she cries when he won't answer his phone.
One of the most terrible losses man endures in his lifetime is not even noticed by most people, much less mourned.
First we start out as a seed in our Papa's Peepee Competing with Millions of Seeds from the get go to get a chance to be Then when we get favoured (it down to the ivory roll) really a game of...
Your ears perhaps heard some falls Mine could not.
We live and love, We push and shove, We look into the sky above. We look and see, We smile with glee, We eat dinner with the family.
As I have noticed that very few people including myself like reading a book where the love interest dies in the middle of the story.
"Every other man spoke a language entirely his own, which he had figured out by private thinking; he had his own ideas and peculiar ways.