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No words, no feelings, no emotions. No drive to do much of anything. My heart seems to have exited my body, the day that you left my life. I see you. But I know that we can't. You've made that very clear.
BEST OF BAD When life throws rocks at you catch and make sure you hit and Smith the rocks perhaps you could turn it gold.
RICHES Riches isn't all about materialization. Richness is lifestyle and divine. The most valuable thangs are invisible to the naked eye.
Every part is my favorite, but one of my favorite favorites is how your favorites have become mine. How every love of yours lies latched to my eyes like
THE POWER OF THE MIND
TRAIN YOUR MIND I Wonder Why Fake People Always Think Everythang's Fake, Like Love, Faith And Desire.
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯
OPPORTUNITY "opportunity isn't far but it usually hides in difficult circumstances and it takes optimism to figure out." #c9_fm
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between optimism and reality, And it can be hard to be able to persevere when it feels like those dreams are getting harder and harder to see.
She wakes up every morning To a brand new day. She is aware of every warning, Yet she still has a smiling face. Here peers all around her See the worst through the best, But she deters
Your shelter, Your illusion coldblooded, halfhearted this eternal masquerade You are wasted rotten with mirrors gold; reflections twisted, subconscious mold, ice-cold camaraderie.
In my dreams I am an eagle- I soar through the sky My wing’s edges catch the cloud’s edges Water collects on my feathers And the world stares up
Untouched and pure, your bright serenity Is beauty, shining rays of special gold. This light is you, the newborn entity, A piece of Universe’s light made bold.
Once upon a time, I was a news reporter sharing my story with everyone. Once upon a time, everyone stopped and listened to what I had to say. Once upon a time, my life was full of light and glowing things that fascinated me.
Sunflower seed On the sidewalk Dropped by passerby From Dirt Slipped through the cracks But put down roots She’d never grow through concrete Her story so sad the clouds wept
This tale is true, and mine. It tells How I almost lost the light I was certain I would lose my way For it was dim at the end of the tunnel I was imperceptive
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality." -Carl Sagan I was a strict stripling. I stood for the stars and stripes, Be them still or rippling.
You hurt me! Surely you can imagine That ghastly, glorious surprise -- Occam's razor sliced through faith's abdomen, And ushered in its final demise. Should I curse or thank you?
I was buzzed on your brain, Hearing your thoughts from far away. It's a wonder that your head can contain Notions of such a vast array.
"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.
I'll look forward to that fervor, And I hope you'll feel it as well. That enthralling rush of ardor Which no amount of work may quell. We're working on a deadline here, Though I'm sure you're aware.
Life is coffee. Dark, bitter, sallow. Each new sight I see Makes me feel callow. Yet it'll get me through this. Today it grants me energy. It'll dissipate lethargy, So I will accept it as it is.
All this time, and I still can't fathom How inveterately gentle you are; You are an impossible amalgam, A sundry of delightful examplars. With soft words and a sonorous message,
I feel ecstasy in these equations, I'm delighted by these approximations. How many piano tuners are there in Chicago? Puzzling through it sets my heart aglow. My enthusiasm is hard-won,
I promise you I will work until the earth has shriveled into a husk, I will in earnest devote every hour of my life from dawn until dusk To that cause you praise and sing and venerate.
I cannot stand this abuse; I cannot be a bystander. It doesn't take a genius to deduce That you're worth more than this slander. You are gorgeous. You are powerful and stately.
To Life Death, Lacking sleep, food, and will I am coaxed into movement by the soft voice of life. My oft-cited realms of self-persistence
Dear Brother and Sister, I remain an explorer, full of optimism Left to walk among the deserted lands and feral nights
Dear Snowflake, oh Why Did you Leap from the Clouds, my Dear Tiny angel? Were you tossed For being cursed with an icy
These defining mountains I call my hips Are the only things you cannot miss They swing left and right From morning to night Trying to pick a fight With everything in sight
Here today, standing at the beginning of a new year, when I look back, for the first time in my life, I don't see any regrets. I don't see any worthless pain. I don't see any failures.
They say “life is like a box of chocolates” I couldn't agree more Of course, it all depends on the eyes of the beholder Some like dark chocolate, sea chocolate, white chocolate…
Dear Koi, On one cloudy day I found you in a pond. The murky waters shimmered from the inklings of light that crept through the clouds. As I inched closer and closer To the pond You approached me.
You will never achieve anything. You have failed ... Your life has been a failure, nothing but darkness Enough Your degree is useless, you're unemployable I’ll try again
Dear blue-haired girl, working at the movie theatre in Bloomingfield, Indiana, I hope the tattooed name on your wrist does not become a stain on your skin.
dear future me, what the future holds, i do not know, for there is still so much to learn i know of so many feelings that i have yet to yearn
An aftertnoon stroll has me walking by houses, with doors that let me back into realities I used to know. Run down homes with doors whose screens are coming off the hinges, with doors that
Dear Optimism, To be honest I recall receiving you not too long ago, just last year You came from motivational speeches made by Tony Robinson
darling, you are broken and your ruins are the worst i have ever seen
Because i love you, ill watch you struggle ill watch you struggle for a better tomorrow with that needle in your arm and the coke in your nose Empty promises and hollow sorrows ill try to help you because i love you
Within my body, Like layers of muscle fused, Lies the diamond: hope.
She brings comfort Hard patches made soft by her fur But when you find yourself near her She hops further Away. Always.
Long ago, you asked me why I’m an optimist; Why I choose to see the silver lining in a never-ending gray sky; Why I continue digging miles for an ounce of gold while others go home.
I am told to enjoy this last year, And to remember every moment Because there would be many I would hold dear. But I became my own opponent.
Vivid eyes, a glowing face. Gentle hands, a warm embrace. Watching how the flowers grow. Watching how the flowers grow. In the dark, she’s her own light. The smoke will never cloud her sight.
I wept as the gloomy sky cried. I saw the world and its misery. I saw the despair and failure in which people became subject, And as I watched my heart continued to grow cold in injury
I look in the mirror of the year and see him behind me. January started with a ring. White, blue, me, you. Curled together and sprinkled with glittering gems. As the snow melted I took courses in depression and numbness,
My eyes are tear-filled My head is spinning My soul feels crippled But the sunshine is coming I take a step into the wilderness of busy streets and bustling lives
i'll admit it. sometimes it's hard to make me happy. when my brain is working so hard to keep my spirits down pumping chemicals i know shouldn't be there
You can ride life like a tower that holds you high with the night in your hair. You can drink in every hour and breathe and sing to the infinite air.
For so messy a tongue in a body so young - for such stumbling, stupefied, neat bouts of mumbling;
Let’s focus on the little things. Not the things that ruin us, but the ones that define us. Let’s start to travel.
To be black is to carry a burden To be black is to carry the world on your shouldersTo be black is to be so magical they can't fathom the fact that you're real
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
To live. What can I live without? A better question, what shall I live without? So many things I wouldn’t miss,
Island of solitude welcomes me But I am not alone I crash but I’ve got happiness My hair sprawls on the sandy banks My rickshaw shelter keeps me safe I smile knowing I’ll wake up tomorrow, safe
More than Just Simple Blessings by Christian Betancourt Life is truly a blessing
Three years later, I wasn’t prepared. I looked at the driveway, and headed for the stairs. The cement was cracked. The grass was to my knees.
Everything has a beginning, a point when the energy starts to course. But all things, good and bad, must at some point reach their demise. Or so we are told from an early age.
I am the optimist, born pure into a world that is broken and bent Nurtured in a loving atmosphere Happy, hopeful, positive I am the optimist, tainted by the world Remaining ever hopeful
I wonder, where are we going? We’ve sat here for years, Reading and noting, Learning but never knowing. What it is that lies ahead: Is it joy, is it dread?
How can I go creeping Barefoot in the snow? How can I love so deeply, Someone I do not know? There is beauty that I find In your smile, in your eyes In the tears while you cry
Optimism Stay strong and fight through Everythings gonna get better for you. Look at life a different way, Because in all actuality, no one has a bad day. Life is all about doing things,
Plato believed that we’d never understand anything around us because everything around us is the palest of illusions veiling their true definitions. In which case, I’m screwed
I am aware of the stress,
Awesome. Awe-some. Inspiring of awe.
For months every day was a struggle Just getting out of bed was too hard to juggle On top of that I had work, school, and life Depression was killing me like my own personal knife
I look around my messy life And try not to whine or cry I choose here and now to fix it up Not wallow until I die! I'll start with schoolwork- such a chore The textbooks just bring me tears
Locked in a Cage where the walls aren't there Free to roam the roads but they all lead nowhere Always walking to find Where the Butterfly roams
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" Beauty however sees only its flaws Beauty doesn't know they're beautiful flaws Beauty is a rose
Three years ago I wrote a poemShaming people for using "love" so freelyI now realize my error and malady
My captions do not tell my story
I have a secret. It’s sad and it’s dark.
A poem about confidence is a lot like a poem about love; They both involve deep emotions that can only be unlocked by one’s self. Whether it be confidence or love, when push comes to shove,
I wonder what I can give, as far as wisdom goes, for I am somewhat young and have many years to live. The cool Autumn wind blows
A pearl, Dipped in love and frosted with perfection,
When there is nothing left to do, I smile. not an ordinary smile though. It’s contagious. Infecting everyone around. Soon the whole room embraces the same type of grin. One that says,
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light Notice not I, the cold that endures But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
Hold on Turn around Take a look at what we've found I've had a hard time believing That everything happens for a reason But I see it I see it now I don't know where I'm going
Silver Lining What good is this life if I aint gonna live What goods a second chance if I never forgive? watch me take advantage of the time that I got
Is it possible to stop loving someone when you know your feelings are true? Is it possible for me to love again when my heart still beats for you? Is it possible to promise never
I am not perfect, for I am human,I envy, I hate, I love, and I fear,What worth can be seen in my living years?
I want to be swept off my feet and carried away, To a place the darkness can't reach and where people want to stay.
I want you to see the part of me that glass so often hides. Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me. I want you to see the part of me that is hidden by makeup
I seem to kind of struggle with a thing called anxiety.
I hope... Because I care... Because I love my friends... Family... Neighbors... The powerful message... Jesus taught me To love your neighbor as yourself If it wasn't for that
We all have dreams to strive for a goal to reach to reach for we just have to wait for the right moment to get success like the Romans
What is behind it? The void The abyss The unknown Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
I wish You all could see The small girl behind the facade. Behind the facade That does nothing but show off And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman. When really
It's not how I look, Or how I walk. It's how I react, When something's gone wrong. As life goes on, There will be up's and down's. I try to survive, With the least amount of frowns.
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow Underneath my matt of hair and freckles There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
Anxious for what you will say , crying for what every day? Are you sick are you afraid what demons have come and made you this way.. My heart feels weak my legs are shaky. Numb emotions other than fear we cant figure out what brought us here.
I have accepted my judgement; That these acolytes have thrusted upon me; They need not any hammers; As their vision penetrates my skin; As their minds grasp my very essence; Constantly electrocuted;
How I have longed to achieve my passion To write and to be written In an innovative fashion An author changes the world...a crisp, new apple bitten
Uncomfortable, quiet, something undone. Ready for nothing, unconfirmed but still tons of excitement, uncertainty, ready, in wait. Contradiction, shifting, family, friends.
The Future looks at me: is it Happy? is it promising? what is to Be? So, instead of darting away from the Gaze, I look straight at It. Future, I say, what are You? Nothing.
The light burns bright in this dark excuse of a room. There's so much fight Amidst the grief and gloom. Optimism engulfs the wife Whose lost her groom. Though her heart feels strife
I've never been an optimistic person. To me, the glass was always half empty; The sky always gray,
Optimism is fine but realism is better Ignorance is bliss and you have mislead her Fake it and make it what you want it to be Leaving to dust all you’ve given to me
Through the Eyes of an Optimist By: Kegan Graham
Life is for living and loving Hope is like a daily breath Optimism is like sunshine Shining on the inside Motivation moves me Life is fo living and loving
Sometimes I have to ask, Why are humans such confusing little messes? Our cry is to be authentic,
Normalicy is nothing more,
Trees, the wind blows through them; and all I hear is applause. "What do you hear?" she asks, "do you hear the laughter, and the happiness I do? Do you hear the children playing?
A stencil does not
I walked in subtle stillness,
When I first met you, I was cliched With tropes and trie beliefs Which were only platitudes Of the firends who gave me grief About being happy. But with you I feel free unlike the
Wake up with a smile
Not lacking dreariness, the rain fell. Humid air, foggy feelings.
Though you may not think of me as your family, I will always think of you as mine. Though you may never think of me as your loving little sister, I will always think of you as my older sister.
Baby sister! Who I love you, and inevitably abore. You give me the strength, to go out and explore, To face challenges that are harder for the adverage man, So here we go, Heres the plan,
One morning I woke to the sound of my Family's despair, and I ready myself for the day ahead and descend down my aunt's stairs. Why me? I asked myself sorrowfully.
What’s a beginning? The first, a start? For I believe in no beginning to this art. I have written these same words, felt these same feelings. I have painted these same problems and colored in my same solutions.
I once met love at the front door! And, when I glaced it's direction Love, beautifully, smiled back at me. That was love. My first sight! I became instantly drawn to love.
Their magnetic hands grab at mepulling me into the darkInebriated with emotions.. "NO! Won't stop..won't stop.."A spirit inside me is screaming"Can't lose myself-must keepgoing."
It’s a climb, from the bottom up. Whether you just weren’t enough And the world knocked you down, Or you fell in love and hit the ground. Well you just lay there in the dirt
Why don't you smile?It only takes a while,To turn someone's world from a frown,Into one fantastic noun.This noun you see is called a smile.One that you can feel from a mile.Even if you have a bad day,
This is a money hungry nation and without it you can't succeed, People havin to suffer for things they need, Yet the priveleged prosper from their greed, I'm stuck in quicksand while the rich go full speed,
Once, they exchanged roses; red and yellow, red and white. Behold the fair Ophelia in the witch-hazel night
Don’t be sad, But don’t deny that you are If I could hear the color blue, you'd sound just like it. I don’t know how to help you but, I can help you recompose your sound..
H: Hugs. Each and EVERY day. A: Thoughts, words, and actions are one. P: Having one person who loves you regardless of your greatest faults. P: Loving the people who make your world go round (friends & family).
As you turn away all you can see is her face. Your feelings you've previously had about her slowly fade as the color in the sky turns from blue to grey. Tears are pleading to escape but there's nowhere to hide.
Walking down the aisle of a store. She is pushing the cart. And receives crude looks. Stares that make people think they’re better. They aren’t.
Are not we young with time to live, With many years of love to give. Although warm pleasures might grow old Enjoy them now to soothe the cold.
Yesterday I dug out the box I hid when I was 15. It was covered in dirt, worms crawling on it, and smelled like a dirty homeless man. I was confused, though. I didn’t know how to open it. I completely forgot how it worked.
Sadness lurks on the street like an ancient greyhound—forlorn, lonely, With a heavy satchel strapped on his back, slowly limping on the road To nowhere. The rest of the known world has deserted him—left
I saw the world for what it truly is when i closed my eyes. She figured out her worth when she closed her thighs He truly saw himself when he left the guys We are all robots in disguise living lies
There was a butterfly Way up in the blue sky. Looking out the window I was able To see the beautiful world while sitting at the table. I had plenty of noodles in my bowl
I am optimistic and determined I wonder how far away it is from me I hear loud shouts of hope I see that this will not be easy I want to fulfill this dream I am optimistic and determined
On the other side of sometimes, I wait with baited breath On the other side of sometimes, I keep away from death
Why lie when I can see it through your eyes? You just make it worse, But what can you say, that's just life's course. What your going through, isn't so good, relying on sorrow isn't so well.
A healthy soul, a healthy mind To a healthy body bind A twist of fate ever entwined In the arms of those who find: A feather pure as gold.
As I walk through the meadow, I look at the sky. I ponder some questions, and ask myself why: It is so little, that ever I take: A moment to wonder; a second to think About all this beauty with which I’m surround’
You are resilient you say? There are no moments in life you don't regret you say? you say things happen for a reason? no time to be pessimistic only optimistic? "Pangloss", I say "Your mind is going to waste,
I am no Englishman But I conduct constitutional statements beyond imagination and time I am no senator But within my own moral enforce laws only accessible to wildest dreams I passed out millions