The morning sun begin to rise from under it's shadowy hidden place underneath it's course the reflection from the sun glows off the wavy ocean wave,this fantasy of this imaginary land is like a magic touch from a fairy!! The sparkling lights coming off the deepest part of the this ocean excites my soul and the attraction of this painted picture is full of peace..The side walk walls are decorated with different colors on the wall of happiness..Kids are playing enjoying the evening activities!!Pinocchio places his hand on the wish fairy stick to receive direction towards the fairy wounder land..on the left side the clouds shapes up cartoon characters such as Mickey mouse, paw patrol,etc things places of fun!!The mountains rest on it's hills waiting for santa clause to land it's sleigh full with toys for all ages Christmas time is near..butterflies are beginning to produce colors from their wings reflecting rainbows designer best colors..The kids are shouting with joy and the evening sun is smiling down on them because God's creation is love

I don't like to use the word hate, but busybody worker bees who micro-analyze what other people do or don't do, **** me off.

We're all different and have our own quirky personalities. I see those who single people out in so-called social circles. They don't fool me with their classic misdirection. Trying to hide and mask their own insecurities and weirdness. All to ensure that they fit in with the so-called norm.

I'm weird and I wear it like a three-piece suit, and you know what? I'm looking good! Attention all you circles, clicks, and social groups. I'll keep being me. If that puts me on the outside looking in, then so be it for that's where my freedom dwells.

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Your brain, heart, and lungs
help you live, laugh, and love
as you think, talk, and train
your body, mind, and soul by day.
So when you eat, sleep, and wake
give glory, prayers, and praise
to the Father, Son, and Spirit
for the gift, miracle, and blessing
of your life.
    You are alive.
        Not everybody lives.

@desire.is.dope
2-23-19
0917HRS

In front of me
everybody, everybody
walks in groups
they can't stand the
silence
but I like it with
just
me
---

Everybody, everybody
has their
first
day
at something

Everybody, everybody
takes their
last
breath

Everybody, everybody
has a reason for living
but what if I haven't
found my reason
it yet

I'm very quiet
as I sit down at my desk
I take my pencil by the hand
and it begins to dance against the paper
and words come to
life
as I write a new
poem

I'm very quiet as
I focus on writing
while
everyone
joins their
friends
in
discussion
and
gossip

"Quiet everyone!"
the teacher yells out
in frustration, to
everybody
everybody
but
me