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Ring the bells. Light the tapers. fire those rockets up to the skies. Drinks with bubbles. Eats of cheese. Games of amusement. Whatever you please. Sit by the firelight. Contemplating.
Time is passing Time is gone Time is simply Moving on. Time is rushed Time is slow Time is fast More than we know. Time is bad Time is good Time is precious Yet to some it's mud.
So as the final bow is taken We bid farewell to 2012 I reflect over days gone by Place memories on my minds shelf What will a new year hold. The future, a friend or foe.
It's the end of the year and a time for reflection To evaluate your path and confirm your direction. Seek counsel from within and a myriad of voices Learn by mistakes and live by your choices.
#adventchallenge It's time to turn over the paper, To have a fresh start, My resolution. To live. Love. Laugh. To celebrate the end, Of this fantastic year, It's time to party.
I stand upon the edge of knowing, The possibilities vast and wide. Outside it still is softly snowing, Hillsides draped in gauzy white. Another year is fast receding Into winter's frozen time.
Sitting here thinking, one day I'm not going to go to school tomorrow.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, December 22, 2012. So it's nearing midnight and we're all still here. Or this is the afterlife and we just haven't realized it yet. Today is an important day...
I look into a sheet of glass, And see another me.. I stare at it, abrupt, aghast. Why does it look like me. I wave my hand and wiggle my nose, And talk to it aloud..
What can you do with this commodity called time. An essence so valuable I wish that it was mine. Its healing powers can soothe a broken heart But where will it end, and where did it start.
#macdoom challenge The end is nigh, Just three days to go; Will we disappear in a fire ball, Or burn real slow. The end of the world, The dawn of doom; Will we ever see, The light of the moon.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I don't. Because I will, because I won't.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, December 15, 2012. I had plans to make this post about dreams and their fantasy but, now that joy seems out of place. I just learned about it today.
I stand near a bus stop, wait for it to take me home. The people of the city night will soon begin to roam. Two different worlds colliding within concrete giants.
He has given us morning, brightness and sun. He has given us laughter to share with everyone. He has given us rainbows and flowers. He has given us songs to sing-along with dear ones.
What if you was to see Me being the person you didn't want me to come Would that change your mind that would make you rewind the past you wish didn't go so fast maybe that's your wish to see me in...
When I was a child, Life was new When I was a child, I always made it through When I was a child, things seemed easy When I was a child, beauty was a day that was bright and breezy When I was a...
I hope your happy and in a place we could never be. I pray you found what your looking for, somewhere that we could never see.
I stand in awe of the flourished forest The beauty around is at its most purist From the plant life surrounding, and the animals scurrying The only words I could say is that it's completely...
My my. It's pretty chilly The frost is thick and hard The vista from my doorway Looks just like a Christmas card Unseasonable weather. Is it off the scale, the page.
We all want the best in life. Riches, wealth, good health, and companionship. We all need to feel appreciated in life. Acknowledged, praised, wanted, even a pat on the back. We all have our own...
If you could have one wish what would it be.
Not to long ago,. When we were so young,. We thought we knew what love was,. But only confusing we sung,. Not to far back,. All the memories we made,. If only we could have prevented them,.
I lay in bed, unmoved by the breaking of dawn, And stare out across my room Which, since I stirred Has become gradually crowded with the misty memories Of long-since melted winters, and crisp summer...