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If you were born in the month of August Be cool, be calm, be wise and be robust
#Day2 - August 2017 Love shot down like a thug on the street.. Heart shattered like broken glass on a beat.. Sound waves rumbling through my head like a stampede..
Seventh of the eightSeveral wishes did cameWith just two calls andDid it all end
By day the sun plays in her hair. He stretches in streaks through the sky, And plays there in the strands. By night the stars twinkle in August air. She lies there wide-eyed. "So this is life?"
I cannot begin to imagine What comes within this baggage Friendship! What a slippy, messy slope?!! A non-romantic relationship Where two hearts begin to elope
Today I say good morning to the sun! Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day. But today is special... At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad. Darkness doesn't make you mad Darkness isn't always wrong It shouldn't be feared upon. It is a normal phenomenon in our world
I am chained in a cage. Exposed and vulnerable like a nerve. But the joke is on them. I may be trapped, but I'm not a captive. The fire in me would make Hades run for the hills.
The single white dividing line beats past, Not measuring blurred distance or rhythmic time, But the spinning of wheels over asphalt. Mississippi summers creep in through Latched windows and locked doors,
As fall comes around leaves turn brown nature changes its ways
What We Really See Nature is all around us Branches flow with the wind Leaves fall from the trees
Flowers and grass fade away, but God's word will never change, Leaves turn petals fall, Winds roar, Trees grow tall, Sun shines, Rivers gleam, From the depths of a rushing stream, Ending the river shrinks in size, To the river's great demise, Thro
Flowing through my classeswalking down the hallspeople start their laughingso I look down as I walkI pity classless filthy trashThat's just the way I feelSometimes I shatter like glass
Such passion Such grace Hate is not her fashion Yet tears fall from her face She took my heart Without a feeling Tore it apart And here I sit Still healing In this pit
the flowershave all bloomedin August. and I wonderwhat it isabout you that has naturechanging itspatterns.
In the summer we let our feet run black with dirt and pavement. Our heels pounded the sidewalks, our skin slapped the streets; each bound stung a little more than the one before.
It’s August, light of glowing yellow and calm blue, orange and pink sunsets, The grass crunchy and warm, tanning brown below radiant rays The last days of summer vacation do not die so quickly
This is your year to leave the nest Your mother cries, Your father cries, Wishing you all the best This is the year you must look after your own health Time to take the claws out and fend for yourself
The drone of fans awakes you from your sleep And light sneaks in around your windowsill. The chill of night the new day will not keep, Yet work must start where all the blades are still.
Close your eyes Feel the breeze Hear the wind In the trees Shed a tear Say goodbye Life is flying Right on by New beginning a fresh start Leaving home Breaks your heart