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Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
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How much time have you
wasted just chasing them?
Never chase your dreams,
start exhibiting them...
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It's a better way to think. It's a better way to live. Okay, managed to get of the Masked Bard done! Just need to edit it. Ill let you know when it's about to be released! ^^
Thank you so so much for 250 followers!
***, that is absolutely amazing!
Im truly grateful!
I'm slowly recovering, thankfully. I haven't had the chance to read through everyone's comments but I will soon, I promise!
Especially when its easier for me to think...
Love you guys so so much.
Thank you for the support!
Be back soon
Much love,
Queen Lyn ***
Whatever floats your boat they say
But hey,
kinda hard to reach them anyway

Sir, my ideas and dreams were hue yesterday.
Today, it's blue and grey
Where are my happy colors?
Will you folks ever be back anytime, today?

My goals,
are thousand pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
Hard to connect each other.
Some pieces are missing.
I know. I know.

Young man, always remember
Your dreams are just scattered jigsaws
Nail it to your soul
You're not a broken mirror.
Cherry Oct 2018
I remember when I was a child I disliked reading books , mostly all of them . They all had a specific ending it could be happy or sad and sometimes something in between. Somehow  I knew that I could never read the words writen in my heart by someone elses pen  so unknowingly I started writing. I started writing as what a normal child would have to, when he starts to dream and imagine about all the things that one wants and desires and everything one knows he could be. I started writing in the blank page of life . I wrote my desires my ideals my character my adventures and everything else I thought I needed my life to be about. Pages full of happines, memories , mistakes and terrible regrets. All my darkest desires ,darkest secrets my best and worst qualities. Since I was a child the only thing I didn't give importance was time , time was passing fast right before my eyes into the words I was writing on that blank page . I never stood still to realise that until now .  My life was turning into my worst nightmare filled only with paranoia and fears. I never realised that getting so hooked into what you want life to be and what it actually is would turn my reality upside down and realised I was living in a lie that I was writing . As I was stading alone in the dark yesterday I woke up . The page I started to write since I was a child run out of all empty spaces , I dont know how old I was back than but now I'm 21 and the worst thing is that I realised that I'm one of those humans helplessly stupid and I've wasted so much time rewriting and correcting on that blank page everything that I thought was wrong and now my blank page looked like the messy adventurous confusion I wanted my life to be. Today I woke up and I  had a new page to write on and I've only writed four sentences  the only four sentences I decided to keep as a treasure from my life
as far as today.
To desire is to dream
To dream is to want
to want is to do
And to do is to live.
(Write artfully)
Don't let words of the past scream at you hysterically in  angry crying voice .
c Oct 2018
Find your passion
hold it tight
and never stop to rest
until what you hold
inside your hands
is finally at its best
Udit Vashishth Sep 2018
Somewhere away from this world where there's no one to judge.
Where no one asks why, where no one holds any grudge.

A home which both of us would adorn with our love and care.
There'll be a sofa in our drawing room & two chairs to be fair.

Of course there'll be a balcony in our house. Oops! Home, I beg your pardon.
And many small plants to make it look like a hanging garden.

In that balcony you would stand and the breeze would kiss your pretty hair.
And I would stare at the beauty of the moment sitting hypnotized on my chair.

With each passing wind our wind chime of the balcony would ring.
And complementing its music, I would wait for you to sing.

We won't colour our walls with just paint but with memories too.
And a wall with no particular pattern. Just random colors like crimson, green & blue.

Sitting on the sofa, watching TV, for the remote we would fight.
And suddenly, getting close to each other, I would hold you tight.

Our main door will have a name plate with your name written before mine.
Beacuse I am nothing without you, you have always been my spine.

So, if you can imagine what I have already forseen.
Then how about taking a step forward? How about live-in?
It's our wish, our dream and both of us talk about it so much..
But
It's still a wish...
Marianna Sep 2018
i am nothing
but a memory
a thought or a forgotten dream

i am nothing                  
but my emptiness
my vicious goals and my silent screams
Robert J Howard Sep 2018
Ifs & whys
Buts & sighs
Time flies
Always denies.

Lows & highs
Ambition dies
No-one tries
Shut eyes.

Come rise
Never apologise
Open surprise
No compromise.

Obvious lies
No disguise
Grow wise
Now realise.
Just do it.
Beatriz Couto Sep 2018
This is where i needed to be
to understand where i don't want to be
To understand what I could've be more careful about

not everyday
a flower blooms or a butterfly molts
so i must, everyday
try
Nov 2017
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