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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WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease,
No man, woman, or child alive could please
Me now. And yet I almost dare to laugh
Because I sit and frame an epitaph-
'Here lies all that no one loved of him
And that loved no one.' Then in a trice that whim
Has wearied. But, though I am like a river
At fall of evening when it seems that never
Has the sun lighted it or warmed it, while
Cross breezes cut the surface to a file,
This heart, some fraction of me, hapily
Floats through a window even now to a tree
Down in the misting, dim-lit, quiet vale;
Not like a pewit that returns to wail
For something it has lost, but like a dove
That slants unanswering to its home and love.
There I find my rest, and through the dusk air
Flies what yet lives in me. Beauty is there
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
My face in dirt
His life then shone
With great shiner
We became friends
She crawled into her father's lap…her lips were quivering…
there were teardrops in her eyes.
"Some kids in school called me ugly." She said…then she began to cry.
a nanosecond longer in this house
of rot and disease and long forgotten dreams
and i will crumble into pieces of overripe fruit
left forgotten and uncared
Das Leben ist
Ein Vogel im Himmel
Dancing to sound of ‘AUM',
Dynamic speech of the Almighty,
Demonstrating power of spiritual vibrations,
Decoding essence of sound waves,
Many of them laughed when you tried …
Some even secretly cried,
When I told my story and you smiled
And comforted me in your arms like a child.
Lockdown of 2020 (don't ask which one - England had so many.) Obviously I had time to think, on things I didn't know I could think about.
When you're stuck in the same 4 cornered wall & only out for exercise.
Your brain goes into crazy mode, listen coming from someone who has mental health, the world even more crazy than you.
I've always appreciated the small businesses, NHS, emergency services, key workers etc.. But why did it take for global pandemic for the country to appreciate them.
In 1989 she died.
Loved Lucy, Lucille Ball was gone.
Many witnesses did confide
Her ghost sighting phenomenon,
We were best friends since that first day
We met at school in fourth grade class.
After school and weekends we'd play.
It seemed so quick those years did pass.
Some believe, ' to live is to fly.'
But humans who like to think that
Must realize that land, not sky,
Is their natural habitat.
Prime Minister Boris Johnson remarked:
'people are shocked at what Putin is capable of doing, '
at the G7 support for the Ukraine it sparked
while remaining a free country it is pursuing.
If a mere moment between you and me linger
when the power of love come to be,
if you are mine like I have waited for decades,
I will see you laugh and cry from happiness,
What does it feel like to hit an all time low?
Bleeding from an open wound, so pale, Albino.
All roads lead to the same hopeless scenario.
Mind convincing me to run but my legs refused
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
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....
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.
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
I was like a withered flower in a barren desert,
till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart.
I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter.
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.