Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth
And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains;
Touch her life's womb, yet know
This substance makes your grave also.
Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet
Than flowers which daily blow and die;
Nor are your mein and dress so neat,
Nor half so pure your lucid eye;
And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear
You're neat and pure and sweet and fair.
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
"Kill the ones that flies."
Those who came are murdered
The Father will bury his sons
And The Sons will bury their father.
As the wars of mind clinged to judgement
It needs no prayer, but a jury to decide
For as the temperature of battle rose,
It doesn't bloom, but rather wither.
Another day had ended and with her favorite fairy tale read…my daughter asked me,
'Mommy, what is love? " as I tucked her into bed.
And so I did what parents do when they're not sure what to say…I took a deep breath and started talking…hoping I'd find the right words to say.
The highborn woman and her sons.
An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about "families" soft as flannel patting
You don't know him,
He doesn't know you too,
Both of you are precious pilgrims
In this glorious realm,
Fight with me,
When i'm fighting for what we both want
Trying to sail through all odds
Just so i could create what it means to be us
The mouse is very popular Everyone loves him He is friends with the rat, But not for long so
Betrayal shall show its way Through the veins of the rat, Peeping inside the mouse`s hut where nuts are kept.
Each and every day I live,
Changes do happen all about.
Each change can be a take or give.
I have some choice on this no doubt.
You are a person
No matter what kind of person
The person you become is up to you
The things that make you that person;
In my dreams of far away,
I walk with you again,
Over endless mountains,
Through the leafy glens.
A Stairway to Heaven
open to us like a colorful fan
but we must be careful not to fall
into the pit of endless desires
There's a beautiful star filled sky tonight,
It's presence is drawing me in,
Accompanied by a moon so bright,
But I so long to see you again.
Really loved me
The way, I love you,
Tell me please
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation
right across the border from the liquor store
and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week
1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are
3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
I will never forget you my dearest soulmate..
these old meomries will never fade...
you've always laid me in your shade...
whenever I trembled or felt afraid....
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm
about President Buhari's second term bid;
An ever-increasing multitude of potential
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.