'daily life'
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Loved Replaced Abandoned Birds flying in bright sky people gathering feathers to make jewerly succulent being abandoned in the desert ,but being bought for aesthetics
America the Great!
We yell
With our high educational standards
Our freedom of speech and press and opinions
Our equal rights
I can’t see what I don’t know
To busy working fingers to the bone
It’s easier to see what you’re trying to hide
if you know just to look in plain sight,
Know Yourself.
This life is not so easy, give time a tog to settle down for a reason.
Realize it is inevitable to swerve out of place, like your first steps made, hardly to keep in pace.
2016
was 366 days
of dreaming,
of learning,
of reflecting,
of growing myself
into the person I long to be.
2016
was 366 days
of laughter,
of ideas,
This year was like running in the country.
Running up the tallest hill
Just to trip and fall on the way down
Laying in the dirt wanting to give up
You get up anyways, walking home just to come back the next day
To overcome hate and rage
To Train one's mind
Is a thing that is possible through self discipline.
Through knowledge, power, and perserverance
I can overcome any obstacle in my way.
Rid myself of the negative
Life reminds some of the hills,
others say it's more like mountains.
I say the thought gives me chills,
like a cold breeze drenched in a fountain.
Yes life does have its ups and downs
A pain Overlooking
From under of the door sills
Overlooking suffering
Uniqueness of paddle in heart
Closed of the doors
A morning light
The sun peaking through my window to greet me
A ray of light that shows me hope has come
Hope that the day will go great
Hope that this is a new day
Those who awaken and live each day as a lifetime shall die stuffed with adventure, But those who die a hollow cavern have lived lives of assets a
What is the beauty in life you suppose? Maybe it's the way we never expect a suprise at every turn we make in our lives. Maybe its the way we expect every relationship that we get into, to last.
A cloud of Turmoil
Stress can just soil
Positive Hopes Left Unsurfaced
All the Dark Weather is
Just of Satan's Teather
To Pull you in the
Sand that quicks the
Despair of life that Creaks
5 A.M.
The alarm clock goes off
like a fire alarm
waking me from my dream state.
I stumble through the labyrinth
gathering my stuff and getting dressed.
Saturday morning again, and the bees are wanting to settle into our c-l-a-v-i-c-l-e-s.
