Place
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Tall cliffs and whale bones,
Our secret place that’s all our own.
Hands held, hearts cradled.
Eyes shut, fear of loss and pain.
It all came to head that day.
Back to the beginning,
There is something strangely comforting
About standing in the dark
Overlooking New York City
In a park across the bay
In the dead of winter
As tall as the clouds to you, yet are small as a pencil to the world.
Smooth to the thought, yet rough to the touch.
As Strong as a mountain to man, yet as weak as flower to nature.
Shelters, yet destories.
The word is out now
And my body is shaking.
I'm cold and tired;
I've been running too long.
They know what they say
And I can't walk away,
How much I'm bound by the ways
I am me and no one else;
A cluster of stars,
Made of gentle fish kisses,
Covering my flesh,
With tender softness.
My eyes reflect the moon,
What up-lifts me is being in the sunlight
Looking back and seeing the dark inside the tunnel.
Still in sight, but getting smaller as I move forward.
I’ve been on this ride for four long hours
Stick aroundbut don't be Elmers.
Keep updon't fall behind.
Push yourselfbut know when to pull.
Reach for the starsbut stand your ground.
Be happy!but don't be afraid to be sad.
its a cover
its a page
its a hand with a pen
its a rainbow
Its a sky
its the waves And the sand
its hopefull it inspires
its what i love
Its happiness.. its mine
What makes me smile?
Well that's a funny question,
For the things worthwhile,
To me at least,
Are simply a facial expression.
A sparkle in the eye,
When all is gone I will always have my factory. Her gears twist and turn and shout out with the clank of imagination as plates drop from one machine to the next, proving that it was worth the stretch to the next step.
Red, Blue, Green and PinkV- necks, halters, tanks and spagetti strapsBootcuts, skinnies, jeggings, and skirtsFabrics and different shades one after another,
what is happiness
sweet bliss?
a simple feeling?
a broken heart healing?
when you hang with friends
the joy never seems to end
joking around
a night out on the town
A school so lovely!Lovely with a divine reaches,Reaches of a many.Many of an uncountable,
When twilight settles into my bones and all feels still and fleeting
I take an adventure to my happy place
A place where star rays tangle in the sky and slide dreams to earth on twinkling light
Great in battle, the strongest warrior- I am that I am.
Loving and merciful, grateful and beautiful- I am that I am.
The one who is, was and is to come, Elshaddai, Emmanuel- I am that I am.
The coming of freedomThe trails ablaze from our stepsLighting the spark to our final showdownRefuse again, the cries of defeatCome, let us get up again on our feet
Happiness can be considered as different things
People find the joy in money
Others find it in drinking
But my happines is laughter
I never knew that a smile from someone can make your day
Hello, you there!
With the two eyes and feet,
With a mouth so red,
Looking so clueless and in defeat.
What are you, there?
With the mystic sorrow gaze,
Appearing so solemn,
We're the place holder.
We're the purposeless boulder.
We’re just another variable in the equation.
We take many things into contemplation.
We’re just one number that’s all.
I want to ask you
if there is some connection
between the religious pendant on your wrist
and the dark skin that it halos.
I want to ask you
if you can feel the collective sigh
Different x5
You see I am different
No matter which way you...
Swing it, write it, or say it
Say it, write it, or swing it
Different I am
Take a look inside my life I bet you think it's perfect no strife but its actually the opposite the constant consonant of a continent that's how my life is when you look on the other side but it feels like there's nobody by your side it's tough.
I am from the dry desertthe sands that dance in the windI am from the heat of the sunthat warms our heart at the time of warI am from the coldness of the winterthat settles in our hearts during tough timesJust because I'm a Muslim and and Afghan,d
While you were busy resurrecting instances of critical synthesis the head nurse beat you to the sliver of hope, rinsed it out and out came a question"where am I?" I don't know kid, that's what we're all trying to find out "hey, where's Tweedl
They have always asked us a question
Judged us like a book cover
And they expect us to answer
We’ve been through harsh times
Of discrimination because of our skin
That one place
The very center of my heart,
My very being,
My soul.
It has led me to
New
Adventures.
New
Friends.
Lessons
Learned and forgotten.
And music.
Music
