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If a pessimist falls off a building their last thoughts are they're going to hit the ground with a splat and die. If an optimist falls off a building their last thoughts are it's all good.
Look out the. Window,. Focus on the. Rain,. Notice how it. Falls,. It makes the. Patterns of your. Pain,. It began with. A gentle. Trickle,. A sprinkle. So slow. And light,. Now as your.
The night ran. For day was coming. Its bright lights burned. And the tables were turning. It gathered its stars and fled to the shadows. For daylight couldn't reach out all of its arrows.
Dark and dank the rain beats down Upon my shoulders without a care Brow firmly creased in a little damp frown Feels as though the sky might break and fall Taking off in a big white plane Up into the...
I'm a lighthouse in the dark. I'll show you the way. When you're trapped in darkness. "I don't need help" you'll say. But I'm here to help you. I'm the light. I'll guide you home.
The empty wall ahead. Is being painted. With life's story. So many colors. Each important. All part of the picture. Red is for the Blood, spilt. From the loved, from the guilt.
Going up. I see the sky. Going back. I see the ground. Going up. Higher I try. Going back. I push the ground. Going up. Smiling to what lies ahead. Going back. Learning from the past with no regret.
Find ways to manipulate the time. Fine times stimulate the mind. Lines drawn daring you to cross this line. Daring the better men in this forgotten time. Lost women, with lost minds.
I knew a shadow once. He was dark and small. I remember I called him dusty. He lived next to my wall. But then the daylight came. And dusty had to go. I missed my dark friend dusty. Dusty my shadow.
Did you know a smile Can get passed around It may start with a small ant Sitting on the ground And then a fly will see it And he will smile too And that fly will buzz off And go into a zoo And now it...
It fell. It came crashing down. Smashing with a hard crack, Now I have more than just a frown. It fell. You left, not caring, Not thinking what happens To broken, shattered pieces, not sparing.
The snowflakes fall White whispers Like the softest kisses Melt as they land With grace and beauty Frozen ballerinas that ...
Like a tiny little blackbird, A-perching on this ledge, Just a feet forwards, And I'll teeter on the edge.
In a dark night brightly, Shone a girl walking slow, Her face radiant in moonlight, But her feet nowhere to go.
Love takes many forms; Some are splendid and shining. Some are quietly beautiful like a river ever-running. It is patience and softness. It is unbending strength.
Thought I heard you call Heard the phone ring Now its not only my heart You're messing With And I never even told you How cold I never wanted you to see How cold And so old And so fragile And bold I...
In a man a bird flies; A fish eagle, hunting pray, A sparrow, lost in hedgerow, A duck, lazy on a duck pond A jay, all the colours of a rainbow, An owl, big eyes in dark night, A swan, Gods grace in...
(Nineteen creatures including man, find them if you think you can). The rabbi tells stories. The monk eyes piece as glory. The lad ogles the girls. The chef caters the world. Take a go at being great.
Little bird. Trapped in a cage. So alone. Isolated from the world. You can see the clear blue sky. Just enough to dream of what it might be like. But will you ever be able to soar. To fly sky high.
#colourchallenge #inmemoryof Multicolored Opuss, Is slowly fading away, Orange changes to black, We're entering another day. RED was the first, color to leave.
The vulnerable caterpillar an innocent love that we give. It grows whilst it's nurtured and given a reason to live. A chrysalis of emotions hanging on a fine silk thread.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. From behind the cloud and. Out of sights, dims a moonlight. Emitting shimmery glow. Upon the droplet dews. That lays upon grasses. The song of crickets are playing.
Thoughts dance idly like the trees leaves. Memories float on a hot summers breeze. Opinions flourish like springs new flowers. Judgements rain down like April showers.
fresh off the pavement we were sitting with our minds set not yet fully loaded but enough so that our dreams would be read quick through the darkness we were swimming in abstinence wondering which...