What a strange constellation she makes, sweet stellar body that I view from a safe distance cause she would burn me like the sun, scorching me with her radiant beauty, as I study her astronomy the anatomy of cosmic glory.
Come with me, my friend Come ride with me Through the uphill of wonder Down the downhill of doubt Come on, don't stop now We have so much farther to travel Don't give up now We'll go up the blissful twist of friends Bravely make it through the loop of love What are you waiting for? Oh no, this downhill will be hard to bear But we'll make it through Together.
treasure every moment you have. right now, this is the youngest you'll ever be. take more pleasure in living. you'll never able to come back to this exact same place in the universe again. don't spend your time hating what you cannot change. love yourself the way no one else ever will.
hello everyone. take a look at my bio, this is what i’m doing now <3 some of these might not make sense, some of these you might relate to. we are all going through life together. i love & appreciate all of you. - rebecca
A boy was sitting on the ground, Suddenly, a question from deep inside was found 'What is love?' he asked the girl sitting in front of him 'Is it just the absence of even a single sin? Or a drop in the ocean, like any other emotion?' 'Love,' said the girl 'Is what brings us together. It's a wave in the ocean, that goes on forever.'
O sant'asinità, sant'ignoranza, santa stoltezza e pia devozione, qual sola puoi far l'anime si buone che umano ingegno e studio non l'avanza. Non giunge faticosa vigilanza d'arte qualunque sia o invenzione, né dei sapienti contemplazione, al ciel dove ti edifichi la stanza. Che vi val (curiosi) lo studiare, voler sapere quel che fa la natura, se gli astri son pur terra, fuoco e mare? La santa asinità di ciò non cura, ma con man giunte e in ginocchio vuol stare aspettando da Dio la sua ventura. Nessuna cosa dura eccetto il frutto dell'eterna requie, la qual ci dona Dio dopo le esequie.
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
You know the words make little sense. But they replay over and over and over in your head. And no matter how much you could just let it go, just let it all go, the pain of what they said still grows.
- by Aleksander Mielnikow
When I first wrote this poem it was called (You know the words…), which is my go-to way of naming a poem that does not have a title. Due to technical difficulties I was unable to post the poem when I wanted to. In the week that proceeded I learned about the psychology term "introjection," and realized it was the right title to use.
In the forest of my mind look there and see a clearing. A spot devoid of emotion or endearing, Of love and other fleeting things you'll find no bearing. that happened when you left me.
In the forest of my mind are many buried treasures, To keep them safe are drastic measures, A rickety swing rope bridge gives no pleasure. Left of the waterfall are skeletons of past relationships
In the forest of my mind, are the eclectic art of earth, Scions. The dreamy numbing clink of spent emotional bitcoins. Redeem a golden smile from a fortune guarded by lions. If you dare, for in the forest of my mind.