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Aug 2018 · 254
bagels
n o n e Aug 2018
life itself is a bagel :
you can never get the shape to be a perfect circle, if it is it must be plastic.. you can never cut a straight line and chunks escape.
there are always going to be imperfections but
you have to realize that you will still enjoy that bagel..
why?
because, no matter what shape or color, no matter what toppings whether its cream cheese or jelly or butter or peanut butter,
it will all still be enjoyable..
the imperfections are life's challenges, the topping are how you overcome them or learn to live with them and be balanced.
if you don't let it be imperfect, if you don't learn to balance you could crumble and more.
so just enjoy while it lasts, be okay with it, be in the middle, be just "fine" with things you cant control.
read while eating a snack :)
Mar 2017 · 421
odd thoughts
n o n e Mar 2017
it's sad to get into a relationship at the wrong time, but when is the right time if everything keeps going wrong?
there's love, but is it as strong as it had been thought out to be?
to break the bond of best friends who moved to a bigger step because of a thought, might not have been the best decision.
now we are separating but is it realized? if so, where is the help or is there none?
these two figures are breaking apart, who is to say they will go back to the way they were before? who is to say they will never talk or that if they do it could forever be odd?
no one knows.....just like how one doesn't know what to do, with her significant other, knowing she has lost that thought.
the thought that had brought them together, had brought them happiness thinking they were each others completion.
in all honesty, one wishes they had remained friends.
and now this has started, because of that one figure having an odd thought.
Apr 2015 · 716
Her Poem
n o n e Apr 2015
She laughs and slowly starts to die,
Smiling as blade touches thigh
I'm too young to think this way.
To have so much fear and so much pain.
Why not just stop the clock?
She thinks and sighs,
tonight's the night I will die.
Too dumb to notice, too high to care
that his love is still there.
With one more curse up to the sky,
she digs the blade in and says goodbye.
My friend wrote this for me. I take no credit, just sharing it.
Apr 2015 · 1.2k
A Light Sprinkle
n o n e Apr 2015
Love is a Rainstorm.
It has its strengths and weaknesses.
Puddles of memories everywhere.
Causing one to want to write about it.
Droplets of water kissing many faces.
Hot cocoa and marshmallows,
One... Two... Three... And so on.
Scented candles lighting up the night.
Dark, full clouds blocking the sun's smile.
Little ones jumping from puddle to puddle.
Hear the laughter. Enjoyment from the rain.
Staying indoors with love ones.
Daydreamers wondering when the rain will move along.
The rain sings a sweet lullaby of their choice.
Washing away yesterday.
Lovely to fall asleep to.
Will it rain tomorrow??
Throw pajamas in the dryer
so that they're warm when falling asleep.
As well with blankets.
Nighttime has come.
Cuddle, drink hot cocoa with rich marshmallows,
warm blankets and Pajamas, all with a good movie.
And all done with a lovely companion.

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