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#religion. #acrostic. Realistic views,. Everyone has their right to choose,. Leaning one way or another on the point,. I find it difficult to believe to anoint,.
#iftheworldendstomorrow If a truck came and ran me down Furious I'd be at my last words If I got held up at gunpoint and didn't survive Don't forget me afterwords If a freak virus got...
Sometimes i like to just sit and think. Maybe under a tree with the cold chilly wind blowing through my hair, maybe on the ocean side beach warm sand mushed between my toes. Somewhere peaceful.
What if you weren't here. What if I wasn't here. What if I didn't know you. What if you didn't know me. What if your friends didn't know you. What if my friends didn't know me.
I am a blotting board A sponge to soak up all that's bad.
The rain, it pours with an overbearing sigh As the clouds continue to darken the sky How can a day, previously so bright End up like this, with traces of ice.
At the bottom of my garden Amongst glossy foliage Which shimmers and gives Nature's hue Glistening to everything little thing Is a beehive. My beehive To which I tend And watch the bees.
The first lie is this verse The second lie is life The third lie is a number that is more than the sum of man divided by Time The fourth lie is the promise made in love. The fifth lie is Time.
Lately I've been thinking, What if I had said yes. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten, Into this whole mess. What if I was never born. What if I'd chosen right.
What is love. Most of us haven't given the question a single thought. We're brought up to assume Walt Disney had it all figured out with the 'Happily ever afters'.
I dream so much. I dream at night. I daydream in the day. In the abundance of light. I dream in sadness and I dream in wealth. I dream in sickness. I dream of health.
Father, I have failed you for 30 years, Forgive me, father, all my sins Father, You left me alone when I was 10 And I have prayed every night since then Father, I beg you to guide me now, for Life...
WhyDoWeDoIt. DoWeDoIt. WeDoIt. DoIt. WeDoItWhenWeSeeFit ... Why do we fall in love. Or get the flutters in our stomachs, like the wings of a dove. Why is it so easy to fall.
A crisp, clear night When my breath rises As a serenade to the stars, Little wisps of life That will not neatly end But fade out, carried upward By some celestial current Which science cannot label,...
I am untamable The life before me holds no boundaries Decisions left unmade for a reason But the reason is yet unknown Confusion befools me of my emotions I don't even know myself I am from the...
I look down from the old bridge into the river below. The reflection of sun, sky and cloud looks back at me. Water meanders on its long and weary way to and fro.
Today I'm in your mind Tomorrow I'm in your heart Yesterday I was blind But now our future can start What are the variables of love. Attraction, lust, communication, trust.
When you lock eyes with a stranger, your worlds connect. Even though you may never see each other again you still entered the others world. Became a piece of a memory not remembered.
Stars twinkle in the sky. Shinning bright ever so high. Some soaring leaving a streak. Some wide awake just gleaming with gleem. Making shapes of what's already there. Just like Vincent Van Gogh.
When I'm lain motionless. And the darkness is near. Will family surround me. Will anybody be there. Will my deathbed be a single. In a one bedroom home. Will I go with a whimper. In a cold room alone.
Everyone says that fear is imaginary, Well if that's true, Guess what, Love must be too. Imaginary love, That must change all that we thought, All that we've yearned for, And all that we sought.
I couldn't move: no sounds from cries Deep rooted fear froze me on the spot My life flashed right before my eyes I'd remembered everything I'd forgot How is it that our brains take in every tiny...
#bestofopuss/personal favorite ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sit down and ponder with me life's small and weighty matters. Does the death of a man or beast or flea leave an angels heart in tatters.
Oh wondrous Monday morning. How I wonder what you'll hold. I wonder what I'll find. And how much more there's to be told. The first thing that I see. Is an oil spill on the floor.