Ode for DA friends and T.shareMy heart goes out to your awesome expression of creativity,like the objects in shades in the spectrum of reality.A pool of sharing the work of art spreads joy and make our life whole,together with our passion, we seek out our lovely artistic soul.
Soulmate search in the seaI wish I could catch a fish eventually.I will throw my bait and I will wait & see patiently.
Your Best friend is yourselfTrue friend is yourselfYou can trust yourself.You can count your blessingsYou can listen your own advice.You can listen your heart.You can proud of yourself.You dont judge yourself.You dont lie to yourselfYou dont listen your negativityYourself doesnt hurt you.Yourself doesnt cheated you.You can control yourself.You can protect yourself.You can recognize your limitations & your mistakes.You can treat yourself lucky.You can HELP yourselfYou can LOVE yourself.You can RESPECT yourself.You will be blessed,and you will receive the god's blessings.Be firm.Be humble.Be yourself.
A Fatal trap of Cyberlove"Unsuspecting victims of cyberlove can be caught in a trap with a virus within its wall.""Just say NO!"
Dumb and Dumber"How did you get so stupid?""Oh! I learned more quickly...from you! What's your excuse?""I learned more quickly than you!""Oh, i give you the honor!"Cheers!
GenerosityIf your palm is open and you are giving,you will also receive god's blessings.
Ode for Human HeartMy heart is inside my deep cavern,Blood flowing like the clear stream endlessly.Such an unique art pieceTirelessly working to sustain my life.Every beat is a breath.Just like a symphony.Cleansing my soul within,Energizing my bodySurely you are the river of life.The symbol of passionAnd how I am being blessed.
Resolving ConflictsDo not find fault.Resolve an argument by finding remedies. Cursing, shouting and name-calling will only breed resentment.
Autumn Depression - updatedFragments of Golden Autumn,In this late cold afternoon,The Summer is coming to an end,Fall is just around the bend,Pretty leaves are falling on the ground,There's orange, red, yellow and golden brown,Makes me feel melancholic though,I wish the bitter cold will not be my foe!
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtBut believe me when I say it’s not their faultWith an open wound as delicious as yoursIt would be a shame not to rub in the saltSo why do you insist on shaking that girlDo you like playing the martyr on your knees?Acting like you’re a paragon of purityWell today that purity feels ripe for diseaseSome broken people cry not knowing what forHave sympathy as they weren’t born with black heartsLike you and I they have grey matter in their brainBut their thoughts are a great distance from darkSo why do you insist on hitting that girlWhen she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?A waste of energy, like her wasted breathWhen she told you that her safe word was ‘no’Some broken people lash out without warningAt those close to them that they hold most dearTrying to fight away those armed with feelingsYet at the same time wishing that they were nearSo why do you insist on leaving that girl?She’s
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank pageAs comparable to the most dreadful curseBut I see it as potentialTo write in my own words the perfect verseAnd though this is yet to happenThe promise will always remain right thereLike a newborn leaving the wombAs they take their first breath of fresh airSome people will see the blank pageAs a reason or excuse to give inBut every great literary workNeeded a scribbled first word to beginSeeds of a thought that blossomThoughts that bloom in to an ideaThe page slowly becomes your friendAs the reason you’re writing becomes clearSome people will see the blank pageAs their familiar adversaryAs difficult to run away fromAs the hardest to forget memoryBut like those unwanted memoriesIt eventually will have to be facedDon’t hide away from the hollowAnd with words the blank page will be replaced
Who says you can't play on broken strings?Allow me to playon the stringsof your broken heartto prove to youthat the melodyof your soulwill remainever beautiful
my eyes were so wide open.My eyes were so wide open, beatingrain softly guttered, fleetingdashes of silk along my throatthe caffeine, crusting, eatingalong the ridges of my heartthe birds, they fluttered after darkalong the wiry bone-fed linesyour touches never left a mark --I wrote to ask an answer of you,and out it flewfrom the corners of my lipsa laugh, a thimble kiss, a lisp, anewI worked the edges of the windowI let it, oh,oh, yes I let it openyet the clouds hid you soand with dreaming thought, dune-fields scattered desert winds past the moonthis clear, cold nightyou'll come home soonwhen darkness creeps inanon, the greengages ripen, ripening sinthat all too often, beatingrain has washed, fleetingalong my throatand cut short our first meeting.
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to livefor if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to giveI wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peacefor if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would ceaseI wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pafor if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the lawI wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Marsfor if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the starsI wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother truefor if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blueI wish... I wish...well, maybe someday
Euthanasia of a RoseIf there were beauty in mortality,It would discern of perennial sanquinity.The wild rose bygone wickedly bloomed,Once snipped, is presently doomedTo a sepulcher of cloying placidity,In an elegant jar of decaying potpourri.
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
Midnight OrchestraUnder the spotlight of the moon,They traced constellations on the ground.Mirroring the flight of the heavens divineHeartbeats synchronized in still standing timePoetry echoed in a sky full of dreams.A rush of blood-A mute pause;two breaths held for an undecipherable causeBut their feet didn't stop and they danced on,leaving the rest of the story, to be inked by the stars.A quanta of solace was all they hadNo men, no women, nor blazing cars.Their conversation was now composed in music bars;The silent symphony of Venus and Mars.
Breathe AgainHath they quaverBy any other sway but WestTo sunsetFor its fallen brotherI would have takenFar from mistakenThe beads of sweat from restRisen driedCrackle bones lost milk of motherAnd otherDeparted as the bending sighThe one that bred its daughter lieSo seed can bloom with mindful brideShed off the blissful slumberWould golden blazeBe unlike the brass war-chainsIn low remainsWhilst weight shift in its wakeTell moving breathOut come its wealthAnd not the founding of its painsSlip from sightlessGloss a cover of unknowingLeft bowingNo wisp of remorse or remissBut metal shiftsAnd opened riftsDivide an ocean outgrowingShards beneathEmblazoned even if in darkI shall harkPrecious dull that beckons breatheEven if restrainedWill not let wanedHow earthen dreams have left their markIf I could seeOld ones with minds of gilded timeWould it shineAnd make pearls out of shapeless seaTake their ageBefit a sageTo wrap this darkened world with lightSafe walkwayC
Your smileEverytime I see your serene face,Im a captive of your smile.That subtle, endearing smile uplifts me.
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